<?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-8099942</id><updated>2011-09-28T15:55:30.297-07:00</updated><category term='pensacola'/><category term='Pakistan'/><category term='Story series'/><category term='classic story'/><category term='Aitraaz'/><category term='Dishoom'/><category term='guys'/><category term='God'/><category term='Individuality'/><category term='twists'/><category term='panama'/><category term='college'/><category term='Sivaji'/><category term='Blockbuster'/><category term='Personality'/><category term='Bowl out'/><category term='kadalai'/><category term='ferrari'/><category term='life'/><category term='flirt'/><category term='people'/><category term='girls'/><category term='sacrifice'/><category term='Rajni'/><category term='symbol'/><category term='Love'/><category term='highways'/><category term='mother'/><category term='India'/><title type='text'>Heuristic mind</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog that analyze and unveils subjects of different background.

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Failure to do so will be dealt severely under copyright laws.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-7357138079350212997</id><published>2009-07-19T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:46:57.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>எது வரை இந்த வாழ்க்கை??</title><content type='html'>கடலின் எல்லை&lt;br /&gt;அலைகள் கரை சேரும் வரை!!!&lt;br /&gt;பறவையின் எல்லை&lt;br /&gt;சிறகுகள் சக்தி இழக்கும் வரை!!!&lt;br /&gt;காற்றின் எல்லை&lt;br /&gt;வெற்றிடம் இருக்கும் வரை!!!&lt;br /&gt;மனிதனின் எல்லை&lt;br /&gt;அறியாமல் இருப்பதுதான் மிகப்பெருந் தொல்லை!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;குழந்தையாய் நீ அழுதாய்&lt;br /&gt;தாலாட்டு பாட தாய் இருந்தாள்!!&lt;br /&gt;பிரேதமாய்  நீ கிடந்தாய் &lt;br /&gt;அழுது புலம்ப ஊர் திரண்டது!!&lt;br /&gt;வாழ்க்கையின் தொடக்கம் உணர்வதற்குள்&lt;br /&gt;முடிவினை அடையும் மனிதா!!!&lt;br /&gt;தொலைந்ததை தேடி செல்வதுயில்லை வாழ்க்கை&lt;br /&gt;நிலைத்ததை நிறைவுடன் ஏற்பதே வாழ்க்கை!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;விழி திறந்தாய்&lt;br /&gt;புவி தெரிந்தது!!!&lt;br /&gt;செவி திறந்தாய்&lt;br /&gt;கல்வி பிறந்தது!!!&lt;br /&gt;இதழ் திறந்தாய்&lt;br /&gt;மௌனம் பறந்தது!!!&lt;br /&gt;மனம் திறப்பாய்&lt;br /&gt;ஞானம் பிறக்கும் வாழ்க்கை விளங்கும்!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-7357138079350212997?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7357138079350212997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=7357138079350212997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7357138079350212997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7357138079350212997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='எது வரை இந்த வாழ்க்கை??'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-5431093802490926788</id><published>2009-05-27T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:46:32.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love being a kid...</title><content type='html'>For not a single day I had to worry about the next day...&lt;br /&gt;For everyday people came to see and fondle me...&lt;br /&gt;For I was the source of happiness to people surrounding me although I never knew what happiness meant...&lt;br /&gt;For I cried a lot for unknown reasons which I couldn't do now for known reasons...&lt;br /&gt;For I never felt that I am growing old...&lt;br /&gt;For I never had to think what others think about me...&lt;br /&gt;For I never knew people's ill feelings towards others...&lt;br /&gt;For I smiled at all regardless of who they are...&lt;br /&gt;For all those small mischievous things I did and yet managed to escape...&lt;br /&gt;For only the good thoughts I had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God!! If you would ever grant me a boon all I ask for is &lt;br /&gt;watch "Curious Case Of Benjamin Button" and do that to me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-5431093802490926788?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5431093802490926788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=5431093802490926788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/5431093802490926788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/5431093802490926788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-being-kid.html' title='I love being a kid...'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-396955847966018910</id><published>2009-04-12T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:16:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>பிறவி கடல்</title><content type='html'>ஒன்றில் இல்லாதது மற்றொன்றில் தோன்றும்&lt;br /&gt;மற்றொன்றில் மறைந்தது இவ்விடத்தில் தோன்றும்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தொலைந்தததை தேடினால் கிடைத்து விடாது&lt;br /&gt;கிடைத்ததை மறந்தால் தொலைந்து விடும்.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஞானம் மறைவது அஞ்ஞானத்தில் &lt;br /&gt;அஞ்ஞானம் மறைவது மெய் ஞானத்தில்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;காலம் கடந்தால் சொர்க்கம் கிட்டும்&lt;br /&gt;கர்மம் தொலைத்தால் பிறவி நீங்கும்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஜீவன் தேடுவது பரமாத்ம ஸ்வரூபம்&lt;br /&gt;பரமன் தேடுவது ஜீவன் சரணாகதி.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-396955847966018910?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/396955847966018910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=396955847966018910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/396955847966018910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/396955847966018910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='பிறவி கடல்'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-8421496489493382737</id><published>2008-10-26T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:22:41.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NRI-இன் தீபாவளி</title><content type='html'>தீபங்களின் ஒளி&lt;br /&gt;இந்த இனிய தீபாவளி&lt;br /&gt;மக்களின் மனங்களில் பொங்கட்டும்&lt;br /&gt;ஆனந்த பேரொளி!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;புத்தாடை உடுத்தி&lt;br /&gt;பட்டாசு வெடித்து&lt;br /&gt;இனிப்பு சுவைத்து&lt;br /&gt;இனிய பேசி&lt;br /&gt;மகிழ்ந்தது தாய் மண்ணில்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;புத்தாடை மறந்து&lt;br /&gt;பட்டாசை நினைத்து&lt;br /&gt;இனிப்பை தேடி&lt;br /&gt;தொலைபேசியில் பேசி&lt;br /&gt;மகிழ்வது போல நடிபபது அந்நிய தேசத்தில்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கங்கா ஸ்நானம் ஆகிவிட்டாதா??&lt;br /&gt;என்று உறவினர்கள் கேட்பது தாய் மண்ணில்&lt;br /&gt;மீஸ்ஸிஸ்ஸிப்பி ஸ்நானம் ஆகிவிட்டதா??&lt;br /&gt;என்று நண்பர்கள் கேலியாக கேட்பது அந்நிய மண்ணில்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மல்லிகைப் பூ சூடி&lt;br /&gt;காற்றில் மணம் பரப்பி&lt;br /&gt;salwar/புடவையில் வலம் வரும்&lt;br /&gt;அழகு சுந்தரிகளை கண்டது தாய் மண்ணில்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armani/Sensous பர்ஃப்யூம் அடித்துக் கொண்டு&lt;br /&gt;Nausea உணர்வை வரவைத்து&lt;br /&gt;Skirt/Jeans-இல் உலா வரும்&lt;br /&gt;வெள்ளை அரசிகளை காண்பது அந்நிய தேசத்தில்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இது தான் ஒரு NRI-இன் தீபாவளி&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-8421496489493382737?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8421496489493382737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=8421496489493382737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/8421496489493382737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/8421496489493382737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/nri.html' title='NRI-இன் தீபாவளி'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-942319546786790423</id><published>2008-05-21T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:51:16.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>பரமாத்ம வைபவம்!!</title><content type='html'>சாத்விக சரணே&lt;br /&gt;ஆன்மீக பலனே!!&lt;br /&gt;ஆன்மீக மனமே&lt;br /&gt;ஜீவன் நலனே!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நரணிண் பக்தி&lt;br /&gt;நாரணணிந் சக்தி!!&lt;br /&gt;ஆச்சார்ய உக்தி&lt;br /&gt;காரிய சித்திஹீ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நாம சங்கீர்த்தனம்&lt;br /&gt;பாப்ப விமோசனம்!!&lt;br /&gt;கோவிந்த நாமம்&lt;br /&gt;கோடி புண்ணியம்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பகவந் ப்ராப்தி&lt;br /&gt;பாகவதப் ப்ரீதி!!&lt;br /&gt;பரமாத்ம ப்ரபதி&lt;br /&gt;ஜீவன் முக்தி!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-942319546786790423?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/942319546786790423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=942319546786790423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/942319546786790423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/942319546786790423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='பரமாத்ம வைபவம்!!'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-2607601247356642950</id><published>2008-05-19T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:05:55.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I/U/V?? Not Me!!</title><content type='html'>Eyes may be affected by UV&lt;br /&gt;But "I" is not afflicted by you and we&lt;br /&gt;As long as you  don't think &lt;br /&gt;"I" always precedes "U" and "V"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no I&lt;br /&gt;There is no me&lt;br /&gt;All you have this life&lt;br /&gt;Can never be yours&lt;br /&gt;If you see it as mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no happiness&lt;br /&gt;There is no sadness&lt;br /&gt;All are reflection of emotions&lt;br /&gt;That results in commotion&lt;br /&gt;If you take it as your possession!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no victory&lt;br /&gt;There is no failure&lt;br /&gt;All are test for your composure&lt;br /&gt;To see if you ever remain the same&lt;br /&gt;Unaffected by either of the two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no hatred&lt;br /&gt;There is no animosity&lt;br /&gt;All those who love themselves&lt;br /&gt;To propagate their true love to others&lt;br /&gt;Unaffected by the changing world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no life&lt;br /&gt;There is no death&lt;br /&gt;All the fears are for the mind&lt;br /&gt;Not for your soul&lt;br /&gt;That is eternal and not ephemeral!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-2607601247356642950?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2607601247356642950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=2607601247356642950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2607601247356642950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2607601247356642950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/iuv-not-me.html' title='I/U/V?? Not Me!!'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-8021107559626931005</id><published>2008-05-04T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:58:43.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atma resides in your Karma</title><content type='html'>Everyone seems to ponder over the question of "What after this life?" at some point in their life but very few of them really tries to find answer to it. Out of these few people who try to find very few actually succeeds. But really what is after this life?? The fear of death often grips people because they don't know the other side of death. For that matter nobody knows the other side of their birth too. So all our life is a finite series between birth and death. Humans are attached by emotions. Everyone born in this world is attached by relationships. When we come to the end of the series we are quite worried because we leave them and possible go to an unknown world. I am person who believes in karma. You are here today as a human because of your good actions in your previous birth. Your present actions are going to decide your future birth. "As you sow so shall you reap". Your actions are going to decide your future birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a sanyasin or head of a religious institution to give a course or lecture on karma. I am a person who believes that there is a supreme power in the form of God above us who controls this world by his actions and desires. Being born out of an orthodox brahmin iyengar family, I feel the importance of saranagathi(attaining lord's feet)in this birth. I don't want to think about the future births because I am here today as a result of my good deeds. I know I have been given an oppurtunity by God to perform good deeds in this birth, chant his name and attain his lotus feet. I sometimes used to wonder that why do we worry too much about non trivial things in this world. As a baby we were fond of toys and start to develop attachment towards another soul called mother. When we grew up we were influenced many external factors that lead to kama(passion), krodha(anger) and lopa(avarice) in our mind. Over the ages we have multiplied these multifolds without realising that these are the inhibitors of good thoughts and actions in us. We are moulded as a bad person. But remember there is atma(soul) in our body which is not influenced by these factors. The atma is immortal. It is pure. We don't realise it because we fail to recognise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma is of three kinds.Sanchita (accumulated), Prarabdha (fruit-bearing) and Kriyamana (current) karma. Sanchita karma is the sum of one's past karmas – all actions (good and bad) from one's past life follow through to the next life. &lt;br /&gt;Prarabdha is that portion of the past karma which is responsible for the present body. That portion of the sanchita karma which influences human life in the present incarnation is called prarabdha. It is ripe for reaping. It cannot be avoided or changed. It is only exhausted by being experienced. You pay your past debts. Prarabdha karma is that which has begun and is actually bearing fruit. It is selected out of the mass of the sanchita karma. Kriyamana karma is the karma that human beings are creating in the present, the fruits of which will be experienced in the future. All the kriyamana karma goes to sanchita karma(i.e accumulated) and the jeevatma cannot attain moksha until all the sanchita karma is exhausted or depleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our body is a mixture of garbage and gold. We are always thinking about the garbage. At some point in life we think how to take the gold from this garbage. We attend religious lectures, recite slokas for the time being and then get lost ourselves in the garbage. Perseverance is the key to attaining moksha. The God is in this world to grant people's wishes. He grants wishes because if he doesn't do so people will not even turn up to him anymore or believe in the existence of the God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are athiest  or criticise God are in this world because of their ignorance to realise the supreme power. They will realise God at some point of time in their life or future birth. Remember, God will grant moksha to every atma. That depends on your karma. If you have followed the karma, been a good soul and surrender to the lord he will show mercy on you and grant you moksha. There will be people who will laugh at you when you talk about such things. But you have to be persistent in what you want to do. This is Kali yuga. Bad things are destined to happen a lot. Our mind is like a monkey. It thinks about good and bad things. Your soul should control your mind and not the other way around. How you overcome it to do good things on your part largely determines the path of your soul. The atma is the only thing which is not evanescent or ephemeral and one that transcends all the boundaries. Now you have to choose the path of your atma.&lt;br /&gt;Moksha or Rebirth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Tat Sat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-8021107559626931005?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8021107559626931005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=8021107559626931005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/8021107559626931005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/8021107559626931005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/karma-resides-in-your-atma.html' title='Atma resides in your Karma'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-1885168905807639865</id><published>2008-05-01T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:36:19.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symbol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Symbol Of Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>This is one word that stands &lt;br /&gt;As a symbol of sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;When written straight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one word that stands&lt;br /&gt;For all praise&lt;br /&gt;When written upside down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you guess what the word is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not in this world without her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! MOM IS WOW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-1885168905807639865?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1885168905807639865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=1885168905807639865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/1885168905807639865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/1885168905807639865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/symbol-of-sacrifice.html' title='Symbol Of Sacrifice'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-1821996148305177903</id><published>2008-04-29T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:07:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>மௌனம்</title><content type='html'>இது உச்சரிப்பதற்கு சொல்லப்பட்ட வார்த்தை இல்லை&lt;br /&gt;பல நச்சரிப்பை தவிர்ப்பதற்கு சொல்லப்படாத வார்த்தை!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இது நாவிற்கு பொருந்தாத வார்த்தை&lt;br /&gt;மனத்திற்கு பொறுமை தரும் வார்த்தை!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இது சண்டைகளை கலைக்கும் வார்த்தை&lt;br /&gt;பல சமாதானங்களை விளைவிக்கும் வார்த்தை!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இது சினத்தை சிதறடிக்கும் வார்த்தை&lt;br /&gt;சந்தோஷத்தை  சிறகடிக்க வைக்கும் வார்த்தை!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;விடை காண முடியா பல வினாக்களுக்கு&lt;br /&gt;தீர்வாய் விளங்கும் இந்த வார்த்தையை&lt;br /&gt;மௌனம் என்று வாயால் மட்டும் உச்சரிக்காமல்&lt;br /&gt;மனத்தால் சித்தரித்து வாழ்வில் கடைப்பிடிப்போம்!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-1821996148305177903?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1821996148305177903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=1821996148305177903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/1821996148305177903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/1821996148305177903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_29.html' title='மௌனம்'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-1320664816734832044</id><published>2008-04-28T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:29:10.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>கோவிந்தா!! கோவிந்தா!!</title><content type='html'>அவன் ஆள்வான்&lt;br /&gt;அவனே ஆளவைப்பான்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவன் ஆக்குவான்&lt;br /&gt;அவனே ஆகுவான்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவன் காப்பான்&lt;br /&gt;அவனே காக்க வைப்பான்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவன் பார்ப்பான்&lt;br /&gt;அவனே எதிர்பார்ப்பை தீர்ப்பான்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவன் மயக்குவான்&lt;br /&gt;அவனே பக்தியில் மயங்குவான்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவன் சோதிப்பான்&lt;br /&gt;அவனே சாதிக்க வைப்பான்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவன் விரைவான்&lt;br /&gt;அவனே கஷ்டங்களை விலக்குவான்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவன் அன்று பார்த்தனுக்கு சாரதி&lt;br /&gt;மாருதிக்கு அவனே கதி&lt;br /&gt;கோவிந்த நாமம் உச்சரி&lt;br /&gt;அவன் திருவடிகளில் நீ சரணாகதி&lt;br /&gt;உனக்கு அளித்திடுவான் முக்தி!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-1320664816734832044?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1320664816734832044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=1320664816734832044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/1320664816734832044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/1320664816734832044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_28.html' title='கோவிந்தா!! கோவிந்தா!!'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-7634561537633016824</id><published>2008-04-25T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T07:26:12.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Classic Story Series - Life Has Twist(Final Part)</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/classic-story-series-life-has-twist.html"&gt;Part-5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth splashed water on Rakesh face. Rakesh who was still in a state of shock stared at Vineeth. He couldn't control the tears for his friend. Vineeth wiped the tears from his face and both left the asylum to the hospital. On their way back Vineeth asked Rakesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: Rakesh!! Now you know this truth, please give a solution to my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: I am sorry Rajiv. I still can't believe it. I can't see my friend Vineeth tied with chains and rambling in a asylum. I know how tough it would be for you to lose your brother. I never knew you were twins. Vineeth never told me about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;:Vineeth told me that he wanted to surprise his friends and that he would introduce me to you all when our parents flew down here. But fate had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't know what solution to give you regarding Ashwathi. You told me that Vineeth was in love with her and thought of expressing his love for her and introducing her to your parents right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes. I am the only one who knew his affair with Ashwathi. He used to tell me that he has been silent so far and wanted to see if Ashwathi proposed to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Did Ashwathi propose to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: (Crying) She did but not to him. To me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: What are you saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: She proposed to me thinking I am Vineeth on Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Why didn't you tell her that you were not Vineeth but Rajiv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: Because I was in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: What? Comeon. Don't confuse me. What are you saying man?? You were in love with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: It was me and Ashwathi who studied in the same college. I loved her very much. I never told her because she was very modest girl and also felt that it would damage our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: But she knows you as Rajiv. How did she meet Vineeth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: She joined a software company in Colorado where she met Vineeth. She though it was me. Vineeth always like to play pranks and he told his official name is Vineeth and his mom and dad called him by name Rajiv. He never told her we were twins. When Ashwathi asked him how to refer him he asked her to call by the name Vineeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh my god. What is this? I can't beleive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: Slowly Vineeth started to have feelings towards Ashwathi. He told me about this and we both had a big fight over this. We decided to tell Ashwathi about this and let her decide on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: What have you guys done? You have played with a girls emotions and feelings. Now what are you going to tell Ashwathi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: Vineeth told me not to reveal the truth about his love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: When did he talk to you? He is in a mental asylum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: Vineeth was in the ICU where he talked briefly to me. He told me that he is not going to survive and felt sorry for loving Ashwathi acting as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: I had to promise him that I wouldn't tell his love for Ashwathi to her. Having said this he went in to deep coma only to come out in a mentally destabilised state. You tell me Rakesh. What should I do? I don't want to live a life with Ashwathi hiding the Vineeth's love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Right. But it was you who loved her first right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: It is not the question on who loved her first but whom she loved first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmm. I agree. We'll first look after your parents and then decide about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajiv&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months later&lt;br /&gt;Rajiv and Rakesh tells the truth about Vineeth to his parents and Ashwathi. They also tell them that Vineeth died in the accident. His parents and Ashwathi are terribly shocked on hearing Vineeth's story. Ashwathi becomes terribly confused and tells Rajiv that she had actually loved Vineeth and not him. Although Rajiv felt disappointed with Ashwathi's decision he was happy that he didn't lead a life with Ashwathi at the expense of his brother's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-7634561537633016824?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7634561537633016824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=7634561537633016824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7634561537633016824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7634561537633016824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/classic-story-series-life-has.html' title='Classic Story Series - Life Has Twist(Final Part)'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-5747849335278233036</id><published>2008-04-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:41:08.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ஆசை- அடுக்க முடியும்!அடக்க முடியுமா?</title><content type='html'>கண் இருந்தும் குருடர்கள்&lt;br /&gt;பொன் இருந்தும் ஏழைகள்&lt;br /&gt;தனத்தை தானம் செய்ய மறுத்து&lt;br /&gt;நிதானத்தை மறக்கும் மனித அற்பர்கள்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பேதையை போதையாக பார்த்து&lt;br /&gt;மனதை மண்ணில் புதைத்து&lt;br /&gt;பாசம் நேசம் என்ற போர்வையில்&lt;br /&gt;ஆபாச எண்ணத்தில் திரியும் மனித வஞ்சகர்கள்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கண்ணில் வழியும் கண்ணீருக்கே விலை பேசி&lt;br /&gt;மண்ணில் பல அதர்மங்களுக்கு விதை போட்டு&lt;br /&gt;நியாயம், அநியாயம் பற்றி நா கூசாமல் உரையாடி&lt;br /&gt;மார்பில் மார்த்தட்டிக் கொள்ளும் மானிட கயவர்கள்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மரணப் படுக்கையில் மறத்து கிடக்க&lt;br /&gt;அடுத்த நிலை என்னவென்று தெரியாமல் இருக்க&lt;br /&gt;தேகத்தை எரிக்கும் தீ அடங்கினாலும்&lt;br /&gt;ஆசைகள் மட்டும் அடங்குவதில்லை மனிதனுக்கு!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-5747849335278233036?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5747849335278233036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=5747849335278233036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/5747849335278233036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/5747849335278233036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='ஆசை- அடுக்க முடியும்!அடக்க முடியுமா?'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-2935465163365050155</id><published>2008-04-20T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:47:48.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kadalai'/><title type='text'>How often do girls flirt??</title><content type='html'>At the outset the question may sound absurd. The initial topic for this blog was supposedly "Do girls flirt?" but I had to change it because it might sound as stupid as the question "Do guys masturbate?".Everyone will argue it as a known universal fact that anyone born as a human being flirts and will flirt regardless of his/her age. We all know that guys flirt a lot(a sad truth) but is it a rarity to see girls flirting? Not quite so. Atleast that is what we are made to beleive. Today's so called modern girls flirt a lot under the cover of partying, pubs and discotheques. They vehemently deny the fact that they don't flirt like guys. The difference between a guy and a girl flirting is that a guy flirts with his chic regardless of where he is or by whom he is surrounded by. Whereas a girl flirts under the stool. They dont't like others to see her flirting. But the level of flirting is what that differentiates people. It is quite possible that a 40+ may be a flirt master when compared to a 20+ flirting amateur. To illustrate this fact and to bolster my theory I would categorize people into 3 flirting levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flirt Amateur:&lt;/strong&gt; This is the initial level when people start to flirt unaware of the fact that what they do is flirting. These are usually teens who go and varuthufy kadalai to a particular person of opposite sex they like. Majority of the college guys fall under this category. Their flirting is so blatantly visible that if you cross them over you are more likely to wade through knee deep water as a result of their flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flirt Master:&lt;/strong&gt; These are people who pretends not to be interested in talking with the opposite sex but never misses out a chance when they get one. These are people who by their talks and looks try to attract the opposite sex and take them for a ride. These are typically none other than the college girls to whom the flirting amateurs fall prey. They are so perfect in what they do and nobody realises their flirting at their level, thanks to the flirting amateurs who come to their rescue. Now we can understand who are the real flirt masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flirt Kings:&lt;/strong&gt; Well now the next big question is "Who are these flirt kings??". Flirt Kings are the ones who like flirt masters but hate flirt amateurs. But how or why for that matter? Well flirt kings are none other than the college lecturers. You don't quite often get to see their flirting but if they start to flirt neither the flirt master nor the flirt amateur could match them. Lets assume that there is a beautiful girl X in a computer science department(would you dare question me why comp sci dept??). Since the girl is beautiful then hypothetically there are m flirt amateurs (guys from different departments)and n flirt kings (male lecturers) where m is typically 99% college guys (the rest 1% are those guys who feel shy to talk to girls but they have their own means to entertain themselves) and n is typically the sum of all the unmarried male lecturers plus all the married lecturers whose wife are as bad or worse than them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can so often see the stomach burning of the flirt kings when the flirt amateurs puts kadalai with the girl. The net effect is that the poor guy feels the impact in his practical marks. In any comp science or electrical/electronics lab sessions you can so often see the male lecturers helping the girls, illichufying and explaining the concepts whereas he never turns to the side to see what guys are doing. And guess what do these guys do?? They talk all gross things about the lecturer when they see him taking to a girl. I certainly have to quote a funny incident that happened in our power electronics laboratory. We had an unmarried male lecturer who flaunted with the girls and never helped the guys. Fortunately for every lab there was a lab assistant who was the saviour for us guys. There was one guy from our class who would pass such lewd comments about the lecturer. On one instance, when we were doing our experiement in the lab(not the experiement using PE devices but about the lecturer) the guy remarked that "Machi!! Avan restroomku innoru 5 mins la povaan paaru (Dude!!See this guy would go to the restroom in 5 mins). Anga avan piss adika maatan aana kai adipaan paaru. (He will not piss there but masturbate)" Everyone went berserk and laughed till our stomach writhed in pain after hearing this comment. One guy confronted him saying that it will not happen.But our very own guy had to defend this thesis and said "Machi!! Enna bet? Avan 5 mins la pola-na, naan college vittu poidaren da. Appadi poitaana nee ennaku Rs 100 thara. ok vaa? (Dude! Whatz the bet? If he does't go in 5 mins I'll leave the college else you have to give me Rs.100)" He was so confident that he never had even a slightest of doubt in his mind. Just as he said the lecturer went to the restroom. In order to further confirm what the lecturer really did there our guy made the betting guy to follow him to the toilet to see what the lecturer did there. Bang!! When the betting guy came out he instantaneously deposited Rs.100 in to our guys pocket. He was the first guy who got a Phd degree in our college even before getting a Engineering degree. We awarded him Phd. in POL(Psychology of Lecturers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said I don't know what happens in the case of female lecturers. We asked the Phd. guy about this and he grossly said "I cannot go the ladies toilet to see and confirm what she is doing. I have been following this guy(male lecturer) for sometime and observed what he did everytime there after talking to girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that each one of you have had interesting stories from your college. When we actually think about it now, it brings smile to our face.And finlly to conclude this topic of "How often do girls flirt?" I would leave that question to be answered by you all. Probably we can have a poll result :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-2935465163365050155?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2935465163365050155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=2935465163365050155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2935465163365050155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2935465163365050155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-often-girls-flirt.html' title='How often do girls flirt??'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-3213583744498882570</id><published>2008-03-09T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:34:02.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>புன்னகை</title><content type='html'>புன்னகையே!! நீ உள்ளங்களை கவர்ந்து இழுக்கும் அழகிய தாமரையோ?&lt;br /&gt;அல்லது உதடுகளில்  தோன்றும் மெல்லிய வளர்பிறையோ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;புன்னகையே!! நீ வெட்கததில் சிறகடித்து பறக்கும் பட்டாம்பூச்சியோ?&lt;br /&gt;அல்லது கொண்டவரிடம் ஜொலித்து மின்னும் வைரகடிகயோ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;புன்னகையே!! நீ சிரிப்பின் பிரதிபலிப்போ??&lt;br /&gt;அல்லது சந்தோஷத்தின் எதிரொலியோ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;புன்னகையே!! நீ தொடாமல் தொட்டுப் போகும் மென்மை தென்றலோ??&lt;br /&gt;அல்லது விடாமல் விட்டு துரத்தும் அழகிய கண்ணியோ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;புன்னகையே!! நீ தோன்றும் ஒரு கனம்&lt;br /&gt;என் தேகத்தில் ஏனோ ஓர் சிலிர்ப்பு&lt;br /&gt;நான் உன்னை உணர்ந்த நேரம்&lt;br /&gt;நீ என்னுள் மறைந்து விட்டாய்!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-3213583744498882570?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3213583744498882570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=3213583744498882570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/3213583744498882570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/3213583744498882570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='புன்னகை'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-6557034352571924935</id><published>2008-03-01T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:08:37.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Software engineer - வாழ்க்கை</title><content type='html'>அப்பாவின் விசில் இசையில்&lt;br /&gt;என்னை மறந்தேன் அன்று!!&lt;br /&gt;ipod- இன் தாம் தூம் இசையில்&lt;br /&gt;என்னை மறக்க நினைக்கிறேன் இன்று!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மிதிவண்டியில் இயற்கை ரசித்து &lt;br /&gt;என்னை மறந்தேன் அன்று!!&lt;br /&gt;BMW-வில் ஜன்னலை கீழே இறக்க &lt;br /&gt;யோசித்துப் பறந்தேன் இன்று!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நான் கிறுக்கிய சிறு கோடுகளை&lt;br /&gt;தாயிடம் காட்டி மகிழ்ந்தேன் அன்று!!&lt;br /&gt;நான் எழுதிய Code-ஐ review செய்ய&lt;br /&gt;Manager-இன் பின் அலைந்தேன் இன்று!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தாயின் கண்டிப்பை மீறி&lt;br /&gt;என்னுடைய பொருள்களை சிதறினேன் அன்று!!&lt;br /&gt;SDLC process-ஐ மீறாமல் என்னுடய பொருள்களை&lt;br /&gt;Source Depot-வில் வைத்துப் பூட்டினேன் இன்று!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;வீட்டின் அறுசுவை உணவை மறந்து Pizza, Burger&lt;br /&gt;என்று அலைந்தேன் அன்று!!&lt;br /&gt;Pasta, Chalupa தின்று, அனுதினமும் நொந்து&lt;br /&gt;வீட்டு உணவை ரூசிக்க விழைகிறேன் இன்று!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எத்தனை மாறுதலடா இதற்கு எங்கே ஆறுதலடா&lt;br /&gt;Software Engineer வாழ்க்கை சுகம் என்றால் இல்லை&lt;br /&gt;சுமை என்றால் இல்லை&lt;br /&gt;இது ஒரு சுகம் கலந்த சுமை!!&lt;br /&gt;சுமை கலந்த ஒரு சுகம்!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-6557034352571924935?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6557034352571924935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=6557034352571924935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/6557034352571924935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/6557034352571924935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/software-engineer.html' title='Software engineer - வாழ்க்கை'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-8960412588069049564</id><published>2008-02-29T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T07:36:31.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ஆண் பெண் நட்பு</title><content type='html'>கண் பார்வையில் தொடங்கியது அந்த நட்பு&lt;br /&gt;பின் புன்னகையில் வளர்ந்தது அந்த  நட்பு&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;விஷயங்களை பகிர்ந்தது அந்த நட்பு&lt;br /&gt;சிறகுகள் இன்றி வானில் பறந்தது அந்த நட்பு&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;காலம் கடந்து மனதில் நேசம் பரப்பியது அந்த நட்பு&lt;br /&gt;சிறு குறும்புகள் செய்கையில் தலையில் தட்டியது அந்த நட்பு&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எதிர்பாராமல் தொடங்கிய அந்த நட்பை&lt;br /&gt;எதிர்பார்பினால் முறிப்பது சரியோ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;எதிர்பார்ப்பில் நிலைப்பது அல்ல நட்பு&lt;br /&gt;எதிர்ப்பிலும் நிலைமாறாமல் நிலைப்பதே நட்பு&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நட்பு கரத்தை நீட்டிய என்னிடம்&lt;br /&gt;காதல் பரிசை கொடுக்க நினைக்காதே!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-8960412588069049564?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8960412588069049564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=8960412588069049564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/8960412588069049564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/8960412588069049564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='ஆண் பெண் நட்பு'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-4171785332277176067</id><published>2008-02-13T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:58:16.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Story Series - Life has twist (Part 5)</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/classic-story-series-life-has-twist.html"&gt;Part-4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth could only answer in tears for Rakesh question. Rakesh insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Where is Rajiv Vineeth? What happened to him?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth prolonged his silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: I am asking you Vineeth. Will you tell me or not? Where is Rajiv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: He is alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank god. You made me tensed. You should be happy that he is alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: No I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: What? What are you saying Vineeth? Have you gone mad? You are crazy man. Okay. Where is Rajiv now? Is he in this hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: No he is not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Now will you stop talking and take me to where Rajiv is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay come with me. You'll see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh was much more puzzled by Vineeth's reaction. He knew that he was a nice guy. But what made him feel that it was better for Rajiv to be dead than being alive. Was it because Rajiv lost his limbs, hands or parts of his body in the mishap or was it because he fled from the scene of the accident. Rakesh knew no bounds to his imagination as his mind was constantly thinking about every possibility. Vineeth tyre screeched and came to a halt. Rakesh never knew that they had travelled 30 miles to the outskirts of the city. When he stepped out of the vehicle he was shocked to see where he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh:&lt;/strong&gt; Vineeth!! Where have you got me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: I have got you to the place where Rajiv is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Are you serious Vineeth? Comeon lets go from here Vineeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: You only said that you wanted to see Rajiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes Vineeth. But I had never imagined to something of this sort. I don't want to see Rajiv in a mental imbalance state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: We have come all the way from the city. I am going to see him. If you want you can come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: I'll come with you Vineeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh and Vineeth passed through a series of chambers where they saw lunatic people administered with series of electric shocks. As they neared Rajiv's chamber they heard a loud screaming sound which sent chills down their spine. It was their very own Rajiv who was given electric shock. The poor guy couldn't resist that. Rakesh almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: Rakesh!! Are you alright??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: I am sorry Vineeth. Now I understand why you said that he could have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: Rajiv and me were never like brothers. We were more like friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: I understand Vineeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: How can I see him like this? I miss him a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: I knew no way to console you Vineeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: I have to tell you one truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth's mobile rings. He picks it up from his pocket to see "Ashwathi calling". His face turns pale. He thinks for a moment and disconnects the call so that she cannot hear the horrible acoustics of the mental asylum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Who is that on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: Ashwathi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh why didn't you talk to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;:I didn't want her to hear these terrible sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: Ya I understand. You were telling me that you wanted to tell me a truth. Whats that.&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth cries and tells Rakesh the truth he has hidden till date only to see Rakesh faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for all the silent readers of this blog or the story, I would like to know from you all as to what would have Vineeth told Rakesh that made him faint? What was that hidden truth? I would like to know the climax of this story from your end. Happy guessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Final part to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-4171785332277176067?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4171785332277176067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=4171785332277176067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/4171785332277176067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/4171785332277176067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/classic-story-series-life-has-twist.html' title='Classic Story Series - Life has twist (Part 5)'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-8146038022384878019</id><published>2008-02-05T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:40:52.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divya Desam 1 - Yoga Lakshmi Narasimhar(Sholingar)</title><content type='html'>As the name says it all this temple is the abode for Sri Lakshmi Narasimhar perumal. It is widely believed that this lord cures people with mental imbalances and dreadful diseases apart from protecting you from demons, ghosts etc. Even people with strained martial relationship worship this god for a good family life. People who want to buy land or construct a new house pray to this god to seek his divine blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/R6lUdbCdLmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bQWPuZewchw/s1600-h/Narasimhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/R6lUdbCdLmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bQWPuZewchw/s320/Narasimhar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163751312207982178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sthala Puranam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After killing HiranyaKasipu, Lord Narasimha started off from Ahobalimatt to Vaikuntam through skyward journey. The sapata-rishis in Sholingur worshipped Narasimhar and requested to come and stay there in a peaceful posture. The lord agreed to that.Lord Sri Anjaneya Swami is exactly opposite on a smaller mountain with conch and chakram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alwars who have sung hymns on this sthalam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyazhwar, Thirumangaiazhwar, Sriman Nathamuni, Thirukachi Nambigal and Manavaala Maamuni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moolavar (Presiding Deity) :&lt;/strong&gt; Yoga Narasimhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urchavar:&lt;/strong&gt; Bhaktavatsala perumal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thaayar (Moolavar):&lt;/strong&gt; Amirthavalli thaayar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thaayar (Urchavar):&lt;/strong&gt; Sudhavalli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/R6lVHLCdLnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ISU7MEKYg48/s1600-h/Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/R6lVHLCdLnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ISU7MEKYg48/s320/Temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163752029467520626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting facts about this sthalam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It is said that if you stay here for a second you will attain motcham (heaven).&lt;br /&gt;2) Out of 22 thondai naatu divya desam this is the most special one.&lt;br /&gt;3) The rock on which the lord sits is made of a single rock of mountain till bottom.&lt;br /&gt;4) The mountain temple is around 200 feet in length and 150 feet in breadth.&lt;br /&gt;5) The mountain is 750 feet tall with 1305 steps.&lt;br /&gt;6) This shrine is known to give mental peace.&lt;br /&gt;7) This temple was built in 3rd century A.D. by Parangu Chozhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-8146038022384878019?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8146038022384878019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=8146038022384878019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/8146038022384878019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/8146038022384878019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/divya-desam-1-yoga-lakshmi.html' title='Divya Desam 1 - Yoga Lakshmi Narasimhar(Sholingar)'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/R6lUdbCdLmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bQWPuZewchw/s72-c/Narasimhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-284464743772053217</id><published>2008-01-28T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:16:20.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>108 Divya Desams - Spirtual Series</title><content type='html'>I hadn't written a single post on spirtualism and what else would be a better way to kick off the spirtual series by writing a commentary about the yem-perumaan and the divya desams where he resides and showers blessings to his disciples. I don't claim to be an expert in writing commentary about the 108 divya desams but I still hold my vaishnavite stamp as the key to adorn the lord with my words and entertain the readers of this blog with some interesting facts on these divya desams. I'll be covering one divya desam per post and each post will cover sthala-puranam(history of the temple), deity of the sthalam and the lord's power etc. I had referred to various online resources before writing this post and I encourage the readers to correct me wherever I go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sri vaishanavam, divya desam is a temple whose perumal has been sung about by atleast one aazhvaars(saints). This is called "Mangalasaasanam". The mangalasaasanam of these aazhvaars are compiled into one volume called "Naalaayira Dhivya Prabandam".&lt;br /&gt;Among the twelve aazhvaars, only 11 composed hymns on the 108 Divya desams. Poykaiaazhvaar composed hymns on 6 Divya desam, boothathaazhvaar on 13, peyaazhvaar on 15, thirumazhisai aazhvaar on 17, nammaazhvaar on 37, kulasekaraazhvaar on 9, periyaazhvaar on 18, Sri Andaal on 11 and thondaradip podiyaazhvaar on 1, respectively. Madhurakavi aazhvaar glorified Nammaazhvaar in his hymns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srimann Narayanan is found in various thirukolam(postures).&lt;br /&gt;Kidantha Thirukkolam (Sleeping Position ) - 27 Divyadesams &lt;br /&gt;Veetrirundha Thirukkolam (Sitting Position ) - 21 Divyadesams &lt;br /&gt;Nindra Thirukkolam ( Standing Position ) - 60 Divyadesams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are the 108 Divya Desams. 105 of them are found in India, 1 in Nepal and the rest two are vaikuntam and thirupaar kadal (the holy abode where Vishnu resides).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mannulagam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thiruvengadam&lt;br /&gt;2. Ahobilam&lt;br /&gt;3. Muktinath, Saligramam&lt;br /&gt;4. naimisaaraNyam&lt;br /&gt;5. Mathura&lt;br /&gt;6. Gokul&lt;br /&gt;7. Deva prayakai&lt;br /&gt;8. Thiruppirithi&lt;br /&gt;9. Badrinath temple&lt;br /&gt;10. Ayodhya&lt;br /&gt;11. Dwarka&lt;br /&gt;12. Thiruvananthapuram&lt;br /&gt;13. Thiru katkarai&lt;br /&gt;14. Moozhik kalam&lt;br /&gt;15. Tiruvalla&lt;br /&gt;16. Thirukadithanam&lt;br /&gt;17. Sengunroor&lt;br /&gt;18. Thiruppuliyoor&lt;br /&gt;19. ThiruvaaRanviLai&lt;br /&gt;20. Thiru vanvandoor&lt;br /&gt;21. Thiru naavaay&lt;br /&gt;22. ViththuvakkOdu&lt;br /&gt;23. Thirumeyyam&lt;br /&gt;24. Thirukkottiyoor&lt;br /&gt;25. Koodal Azhagar Temple&lt;br /&gt;26. Azhagar Kovil&lt;br /&gt;27. Tirumogoor&lt;br /&gt;28. Srivilliputhur&lt;br /&gt;29. Tiruththangal&lt;br /&gt;30. Thiruppullani&lt;br /&gt;31. Tirukkacchi&lt;br /&gt;32. Ashtabujakaram&lt;br /&gt;33. Tiruvekkaa&lt;br /&gt;34. Tiruththanka&lt;br /&gt;35. Tiruvelukkai&lt;br /&gt;36. Tirukalvanoor&lt;br /&gt;37. Tiru oorakam&lt;br /&gt;38. Tiru neeragam&lt;br /&gt;39. Tiru kaaragam&lt;br /&gt;40. Tirukaarvaanam&lt;br /&gt;41. Tiru paramechura vinnagaram&lt;br /&gt;42. Tiru pavala vannam&lt;br /&gt;43. Tiru paadagam&lt;br /&gt;44. Tiru nilaaththingal thundam&lt;br /&gt;45. Tirupputkuzhi&lt;br /&gt;46. Thiruvallikeni&lt;br /&gt;47. Thiruneermalai&lt;br /&gt;48. Thiruvidandai&lt;br /&gt;49. Thirukadalmallai&lt;br /&gt;50. Thiruninravur&lt;br /&gt;51. Thiruevvul&lt;br /&gt;52. Thirukkadigai&lt;br /&gt;53. Thiruvazhunthoor/Therazhundur&lt;br /&gt;54. Thiruindaloor&lt;br /&gt;55. Kazhicsirama Vinnagaram&lt;br /&gt;56. Thirukkavalampadi&lt;br /&gt;57. Thiruchsempon sey&lt;br /&gt;58. Thiruarimeya Vinnagaram&lt;br /&gt;59. Thiru Vanpurushoththamam&lt;br /&gt;60. Thiruvaikundavinnagaram&lt;br /&gt;61. Thirumanimadam&lt;br /&gt;62. Thiruthevanartthogai&lt;br /&gt;63. Thiruthetriyambalam&lt;br /&gt;64. Thirumanikkoodam&lt;br /&gt;65. ThiruvellakkuLam&lt;br /&gt;66. Thiruppaarththan palli&lt;br /&gt;67. Thalai Sanga Nanmathiyam&lt;br /&gt;68. Thiruchsirupuliyoor&lt;br /&gt;69. Thiru Vali Tirunagari&lt;br /&gt;70. Thiruccithra kootam&lt;br /&gt;71. Thirukkannangudi&lt;br /&gt;72. Thirunagai&lt;br /&gt;73. Thiru Thanjai&lt;br /&gt;74. Tirukkoilur&lt;br /&gt;75. Thirukkoodaloor&lt;br /&gt;76. Thiru Kavith Thalam&lt;br /&gt;77. Thiru Adhanoor&lt;br /&gt;78. ThiruppuLLam Boothangudi&lt;br /&gt;79. Thirukkudandhai&lt;br /&gt;80. Thiruccherai&lt;br /&gt;81. Thiru Nandhipuravinnagaram&lt;br /&gt;82. Thiru Naraiyoor&lt;br /&gt;83. Thiruvinnagar&lt;br /&gt;84. Thiruvelliyangudi&lt;br /&gt;85. Thirukkanamangai&lt;br /&gt;86. Thirukkkannapuram&lt;br /&gt;87. Sri Rangam&lt;br /&gt;88. Thirukkozhi&lt;br /&gt;89. Thirukkarambanoor&lt;br /&gt;90. Thiruvellarai&lt;br /&gt;91. Thiru Anbil&lt;br /&gt;92. Thirupper Nagar&lt;br /&gt;93. Thirukkandiyur&lt;br /&gt;94. Tiru vayindhirapuram&lt;br /&gt;95. Thiruvaramangai&lt;br /&gt;96. Thirukkurungudi&lt;br /&gt;97. Srivaikundam&lt;br /&gt;98. Thiruvaragunamangai&lt;br /&gt;99. Thiruppulingudi&lt;br /&gt;100. Thirukkurugoor&lt;br /&gt;101. Thirutthulaivillimangalam&lt;br /&gt;102. Thirukkoloor&lt;br /&gt;103. Thirukkulandhai&lt;br /&gt;104. Thentirupperai&lt;br /&gt;105. Thiruvattaru&lt;br /&gt;106. Thiruvanparisaram&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinnulagam&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;107. Thirupaarkadal&lt;br /&gt;108. Thiruparamapadham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Hindu born in this world should visit these sthalams atleast once in their lifetime. Though I myself has not visited many of these sthalams I plan to visit all these sthalas on the earth before the end of my lifetime. That said I dedicate all these work that I am going to compile to the yemperumaan and I pray that there shall be peace and prosperity in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om sri namo narayanayah namah:&lt;br /&gt;Om sri vasudevayah namah:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-284464743772053217?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/284464743772053217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=284464743772053217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/284464743772053217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/284464743772053217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/108-divya-desams-spirtual-series.html' title='108 Divya Desams - Spirtual Series'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-2072124977765299485</id><published>2008-01-07T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:22:17.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney and Symonds haunt India</title><content type='html'>The loss to Oz wasn't more frustrating to India than the manner in which it was achieved. While winning a match is one thing, winning it at any cost is totally a different thing and that is what the Australians did, who claim they play hard and fair cricket. Cheating, Foul play, alleged racism by Bhajji were all that secured the Aussies their 16th consecutive win, one that could be termed as Black Sunday in the cricketing history. Not to forget the fact that Australians were playing with 14members in their side. The so called on field umpires could have worn Aussie T-Shirt to better establish that their intent was to get India out of the series. Bucknor is no more a West Indian and it would be apt to call him Anti-Indian.While there has been a spate of bad umpiring decisions in this test, one that certainly incited everybody's furore was the wicket of Sourav Ganguly in the second innings of the match. Ganguly having edged the ball to second slip, stood to his ground claiming the catch was taken in half volley. The Australians were already celebrating the fall of the wicket. Mark Benson, the 13th Aussie player and so called on field umpire wasn't sure if the catch was taken neatly. What would any umpire do if he fails to arrive at a decision?? Everybody would guess that he would talk to the square leg umpire(in this case the 12th Aussie player Steve Bucknor) or refer it to the third umpire(14th Aussie Player) for the decision. In my wildest of dreams, I never thought that he would ask the opposing team captain about the decision he had to make. The interesting point to note here is that Ponting becomes the Fourth umpire. Ponting raises his finger and so does Mark Benson. Infact it would have been more appropriate to call Benson a M****y because he was just imitating what Ponting was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/reNqR0YemZg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/reNqR0YemZg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sunil Gavaskar rightly said " If you ask the fielder then why not the batsman?". One certainly felt for Kumble the lone warrior against bunch of wild boars. He said that only one team played in the true spirit of the game. "If you edge the ball to the keeper and wait for umpire's decision that is different. If you edge it to the first slip and still stand off then you can see it for yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jyVCAsera3E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jyVCAsera3E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ICC noting all these happenings has added new rules to the game of cricket.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(1) Ricky Ponting - (THE TRULY GENUINE CRICKETER OF THE CRICKET ERA AND WHOSE INTEGRITY SHOULD NOT BE DOUBTED) will be considered as the Fourth Umpire. As per the new rule, fourth umpire decision is final and will override any decisions taken by any other umpires. ON-FIELD umpires can seek the assistance of RICKY PONTING even if he is not on the field. This rule is in immediate effect, so that every team should understand the importance of the FOURTH UMPIRE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) While the Australian team is bowling, if the ball flies anywhere close to the Australian fielder(witihin 5 metre distance), the batsman is to be considered OUT irrelevant of whether the catch was taken cleanly or grassed. Any decision for further clarification should be seeked from the FOURTH UMPIRE. This is made to ensure that the cricket is played with SPORTIVE SPIRIT by all means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) While Australians are batting, there will be no fourth umpire, players will wait for the ON-FIELD UMPIRE decisions only (even if the catch goes to the FIFTH SLIP as the ball might not have touched the bat). Each AUSTRALIAN batsman has to be out FOUR TIMES (minimum) before he can return to the pavilion. In case of THE CRICKETER WITH INTEGRITY, this can be higher.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;(4) Umpires will be given a huge bonus if an Australian player scores a century. If accidentally he gives a correct decision he can rectify the same in the second innings of the match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-2072124977765299485?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2072124977765299485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=2072124977765299485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2072124977765299485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2072124977765299485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/sydney-and-symonds-frustrate-indians.html' title='Sydney and Symonds haunt India'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-7590607768349133575</id><published>2007-12-14T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:48:39.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Story Series- Life has Twist (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/classic-story-series-life-has-twist.html"&gt;Part3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised by Vineeth's reaction to her proposal Ashwathi came close to Vineeth and cried&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: What is your problem Vineeth? Don't you like me? Please be frank. I'll take whatever you say but please don't be silent and kill me. Please! Please!&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: I am sorry Ashwathi. I need 2 days time to share you my thoughts on this. Please give me couple of days. I am caught in dreadful situation which I can't reveal to anyone at the moment. But I promise that I'll tell you my wish in the next 2 days. Please wait till then.&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: Two days is nothing. I can wait for you this whole life Vineeth.&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Ok.I have to go now. Will call you in couple of days. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth drove back to his home and called Rakesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Hey Rakesh!! Vineeth here. I need you to spare sometime for me tommorow morning. I am going to take you to one place tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh: Is it regarding the thing that you discussed the other day??&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Yes. Come and see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh: Ok da. Where do I need to come?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: No problem. I'll come and pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh: Ok da. See you tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a chilly morning as some joggers were going around the park near Rakesh apartment complex. Vineeth drove into the apartment complex and saw Rakesh waiting with both his hands clasped firmly together and shivering in the cold. It seemed that he was shivering of cold but it certainly wasn't the reason. Vineeth knew about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Come on dude. Get in.&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh: Where are you taking me?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: I am going there. You can see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh: I can't bear anymore Vineeth. How did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;(Vineeth ebbs his emotions out as he narrates the sequence of events that left his parents in the ICU of St. Mary's hospital.)&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: It all happened on that fateful morning. My parents had come to US to see me and my brother Rajiv.&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh: Oh you have a brother?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Yes he is working in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh: What happened on that day?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Rajiv flew from Texas to Colarado the very same day our parents landed here.&lt;br /&gt;         It was nice to see my parents after such a long time. I realised how much I missed them. We planned to take them to various places in US but since I had project deadline that week I asked Rajiv to take them out for 2 days before we all could embark on a long journey. But fate showed its gory face on one of those two days. Rajiv's car was crushed by a truck on one of the highways in Colarado and my parents and brother received severe head injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh: Oh my god!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth's car reached the St.Mary's hospital.Both of them got out of the car and headed straight to the elevator. They took the elevator to the tenth floor of the hospital where ICU was located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh peeped through the ICU and saw Vineeth's parents lying in a state of coma. Tears started to flow down Rakesh cheeks as he couldn't control his emotions. But suddenly he raised his eyebrows and yelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh: Vineeth!! Where is Rajiv? Where is Rajiv man??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth's face turned pale as he stared at the sky standing beside a window. He bursted into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-7590607768349133575?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7590607768349133575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=7590607768349133575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7590607768349133575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7590607768349133575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/classic-story-series-life-has-twist.html' title='Classic Story Series- Life has Twist (Part 4)'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-7338675888680603613</id><published>2007-11-18T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:43:01.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Classic Story Series- Life has Twist (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/08/classic-story-series-life-has-twist_31.html"&gt;Part-2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth didn't turn up to the office next day. Ashwathi had tried to reach him over phone many a times during the day but in vain. Her eyes were firmly grasped on the painting that hung in her office room wall but her mind was constantly thinking about Vineeth. Finally after taking a big gasp she decides that she should no longer delay her proposal to Vineeth. "But what if Vineeth denies my proposal? How would I face him after that? Will he tell about my proposal to his friends?" these questions constantly troubled her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh was still in a state of shock after his meeting with Vineeth yesterday. Tears started to flow down his cheeks as he tried to control his emotions. He wanted to burst out the news that Vineeth had told him to everyone but didn't want to dishonor the promise he had made to him. He yelled all through the day "This can't be true!! This can't be true!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6 PM in the evening and Ashwathi got hold of Vineeth in the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: Vineeth, would you have few minutes to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: I am sorry Ashwathi. I saw all your missed calls just now and thought of &lt;br /&gt;         calling you after going home. Infact I wanted to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: Ya me too. Shall we meet up at Roquaz Robana??&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Sure. What time?&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: Is 7 PM ok?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Alright we'll meet at 7 PM tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi's imagination knew no boundaries. She was constantly thinking about the possible reason for Vineeth to meet her. "Would he propose me? Wow. That would be great. But what if he had asked me to come for some other reason?". Ashwathi was totally puzzled but knew that she would have answers to all her questions in a couple of hours. Heading straight from the office she went to a nearby giftshop to buy a gift for Vineeth. She browsed almost all the gifts in the shop but none of them were appealling to her until she found a heart shaped silver bracelet that read "I am for you dear." With a huge smile she picked up the bracelet and didn't care about its price tag. She was determined to buy it. She picked up a valentine card and headed straight to the counter. Incidentally she saw a big poster behind the cashier's desk that read "Happy Valentine's Day". "Oh my god!! What a better would I get rather than this to express my love for Vineeth. How fool am I to have missed this day. Perhaps Vineeth knew about it and that is the reason he would have wanted to meet me and propose me." All these thoughts ran through Ashwathi's mind as she paid the cash for the card and the gift she bought. She drove the car from the gift plaza and headed towards Roquaz Robana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Roquaz Robana, 7 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astwathi saw Vineeth staring into the sky. She also saw some card and papers in his table. She smiled broadly and decided that she would accept the love once Vineeth proposed her. She played the usual prank of going behind Vineeth and closing his eyes from the behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Comeon Ashwathi. I know its you. Comeon sit.&lt;br /&gt;(Ashwathi was still smiling couldn't look into the eyes of Vineeth as she took her seat.)&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: Yes Vineeth. Tell me. How are you? What is special today?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: First tell me what would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: What do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: I asked what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: What are you going to order?&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: I am going to have mango milk shake. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: Waiter!! One mango milk shake with two straws.&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Hey!! I have got enough money for 2 milk shakes. Waiter!! &lt;br /&gt;         Please get us two mango milk shakes. Take your time.&lt;br /&gt;(Ashwathi was completely disappointed by Vineeth's action but she didn't reveal it.)&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: So you called me up to tell something right? What is that? &lt;br /&gt;          I can't wait to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Did anyone tell you of what I am going to tell?&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: Yes one person very close to me told.&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth:  Oh so Rakesh told you?&lt;br /&gt;(Ashwathi thinks. Fool you tell your love for me to Rakesh and everyone else in this world but not to me.Idiot tell me now da.)&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: I cannot tell who told you but I know.&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Oh so you know. How did you feel after hearing it?&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: Ecstatic Vineeth. Ecstatic!!&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: What??? What did Rakesh tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: He told me what you told him.&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: What did I tell him?&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: You should ask that to him and not me dear.&lt;br /&gt;(Ashwathi further thinks that Vineeth doesn't have the guts to propose her and that she should break the pot.)&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth: Come Ashwathi!! Itz not time to play pranks. Tell me what you know or heard.&lt;br /&gt;(Ashwathi blurts out)&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi: Idiot!! Will anybody tell their love to someone else than to the concerned person. Let me be the first person to break the pot. I love you Vineeth. I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth goes in to a state of shock as Ashwathi takes the silver bracelet from her handbag and locks it into his wrists. He came there to tell an important news to Ashwathi but was totally stumped by Ashwathi's action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-7338675888680603613?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7338675888680603613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=7338675888680603613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7338675888680603613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7338675888680603613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/classic-story-series-life-has-twist.html' title='Classic Story Series- Life has Twist (Part 3)'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-1631685857638685445</id><published>2007-11-05T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:26:08.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>கனவு தேவதை!!!</title><content type='html'>காலை நேரம் விழியின் ஒரம்&lt;br /&gt;கனவு பூத்தது இதய தென்றலின் ஒசையில்&lt;br /&gt;மெல்ல திறந்தது ஆசை என்னும் கதவு&lt;br /&gt;சொல்ல துடித்தது இதழ்களின் புன்னகை!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;விண்ணின் நட்சத்திரம் என் விழியில் மிளிர்ந்ததே&lt;br /&gt;கண் மணியின் ஏக்கம் என் கண்மணிக்கு ஏன் புரியவில்லையோ??&lt;br /&gt;இதயம் துடிக்க மறுத்ததே நீ செவி சாய்க்காமல் போனதால் &lt;br /&gt;இனியும் தாமதிக்காதே என் நெஞ்சம் சாய்ந்து விடும் கண்ணே!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;புறம் காட்டி செல்லும் பெண்ணே&lt;br /&gt;உன் முகம் காண விழைகிறேன்&lt;br /&gt;நீ புல்லாங்குழலில் நுழைந்த காற்றோ??&lt;br /&gt;இசை என்னும் பரிமானத்தில் என்னுள் எழுகிறாய்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;காற்றில் உன் வாசம் நுகர்ந்தேன்&lt;br /&gt;நெஞ்சில் உறங்கும் என் நேசம் பகிர்வாய்&lt;br /&gt;என் மனதில் உன் பிம்பங்கள்&lt;br /&gt;உன் நினைவில் கோடி இன்பங்கள்!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;உன் முத்து சிரிப்பின் சப்தத்தில்&lt;br /&gt;பித்து பிடித்தது என் நெஞ்சம்&lt;br /&gt;விரைந்திடு விழைந்திடு அன்பே!!&lt;br /&gt;என் இதய கதவுகள் உன் வருகை எண்ணி திறந்திருக்கும்...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-1631685857638685445?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1631685857638685445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=1631685857638685445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/1631685857638685445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/1631685857638685445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='கனவு தேவதை!!!'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-7773779226000902659</id><published>2007-10-15T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:28:54.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the history of tommorow - Present to me by Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I present to this world&lt;br /&gt;That I am present in this world&lt;br /&gt;Not as a person born to live&lt;br /&gt;But as a person to live after death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yesterday's acts are history&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow's acts are mystery&lt;br /&gt;Today is just another day&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to become a history tommorow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an ordinary human&lt;br /&gt;But certainly humane&lt;br /&gt;I don't laugh at the back of the people&lt;br /&gt;Because I am not a coward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;Be it a rich or a poor&lt;br /&gt;I am governed by my conscience&lt;br /&gt;And I shall live in this world forever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-7773779226000902659?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7773779226000902659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=7773779226000902659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7773779226000902659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7773779226000902659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-history-of-tommorow-present-to-me.html' title='I am the history of tommorow - Present to me by Present'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-752591132234406586</id><published>2007-10-09T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:14:28.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsolved Mystery Of Life - Wait till your turn comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life is like a droplet of water on a tap.&lt;br /&gt; It might fall off at any moment"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the above wordings are from my mind book. Life is really very very short. I sometimes consider myself lucky to be born as a human and so does every human in this world have to. As humans we have formed certain relationships in the form of family, friends, colleagues etc. We enjoy the moments we are with them and forget this world. We have cultivated emotions in us in the form of love, affection, hatred, joy and sadness. I used to sometimes wonder that if I would have had such feelings or emotions had I been a cow or a dog or a cat. May be or may not be. But the underlying truth is one and only one. "Life is inexplicable"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you can attribute many reasons for good or bad life no one can solitarily explain the real essence of life. Life is as such mysterious but only to those who try to solve them. Taking life as it comes by is one way to lead a life and following life as it goes by is another way. If you notice, there is a subtle difference between the two. While the foremost signifies a person who is cool by nature, unperturbed by things happening around him and handles situation effectively the latter signifies a person who is a aimless wanderer. Both these forms of life are rare to find and difficult to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides a whole lot of things that we can talk about life there is one thing that has always puzzled me and kept me thinking. What after this life? We have coined a term death to put a full stop to life but really what after the life is a real mystery. What happens after our heart beat stops? Is man just like a car that can run for 100 years? Or is there something called as atma (soul)that leaves our body when we die. While many theorize the concept of heaven and hell nobody has really seen either of the two. I am not here to incite an argument on religious beliefs and neither am I an athiest. I am really happy at the way my life has gone so far and I'll treat it happy for all the years to come and may be even after the end of my life. Who knows there might be another life waiting for you at the end of your present life. Wait till then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you agree to what I say do take the following from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Treat your life in the way you want to&lt;br /&gt; Because you never know how life likes to treat you"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-752591132234406586?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/752591132234406586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=752591132234406586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/752591132234406586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/752591132234406586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/10/unsolved-mystery-of-life-wait-till-your.html' title='Unsolved Mystery Of Life - Wait till your turn comes...'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-3319418363757043121</id><published>2007-09-24T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:06:47.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriller match of the century - India Vs Pakistan Twenty20 Final</title><content type='html'>What more could have one asked for on a day that took the entire Indian nation and Indians living abroad to go frenzied and fanatic over the scintillating win against Pakistan. These are the days that are hard to see and comeby and when there was one today everyone welcomed it with open hands. An India Pakistan match is always a special and world cup final between the arch rivals is furthermore a treat for the eyes to watch. It was a battle fought between composure and pressure, discipline and mistakes as Pakistan opted to choose pressure and mistake on their fateful day to succumb to wounds inflicted on them earlier in their innings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Misbah-ul-Haq can never forget this moment in his lifetime. This one bad shot selection will haunt his mind for the years to come. He could have been easily an another Javed Miandad strking one shot straight down the ground for a six to steal the victory from India. But thank god we didn't have one Chetan Sharma today bowling an awful over at the dead end but a composed Joginder Sharma giving India the victory. With 13 to win from the last over, Joginder Sharma started of with an awful wide. I know how much pressure he would have been through on those dying moments of the match. Harbhajan played safe hands by not opting to bowl the last over. Perhaps he didn't want to take the brunt of the blame had India lost to Pakistan. With 12 needed from 6 balls Joginder bowled a dot ball. The pressure was a tell tale on everyone's face, the players, spectators and fans glued to the TV sets across the world. What is Misbah going to do now? was the only thing that was running on everybody's mind. With Joginder running in to bowl his second ball of the over the pendulum swung in favour of Pakistan. Misbah hit a audacious six over the bowlers head and into the stands. Infocus were the Pakistan dug out where they had now started to smell the scent of the victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2U3EtVd-KNk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2U3EtVd-KNk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally surprised by one of strange action by a Pakistani in the Pakistan camp.&lt;br /&gt;He had closed his eyes and started to pray to Allah for Pakistan victory. I know Allah would have showered victory for pakistan had this guy prayed properly. Instead of praying by spreading out the hands open this guy prayed with closed hands in a traditional Hindu form. There came the Hindu God and showered his blessings on India.&lt;br /&gt;Well I made that comment during the match on a lighter vein to ease the pressure that I had been through. The equation now reduced to 6 from 4 balls. With Joginder running in to bowl everybody got out of their seats as Misbah tried to scoop a full toss ball over the short fine leg. The ball didn't carry itself to the boundary but found itself a shelter in the safe hands of Sreesanth. As Sreesanth caught the ball the Indian fans in the stadium and across the world erupted. The Pakistanis couldn't believe what they had witnessed. Misbah was still on the pitch unable to come to terms on his shot selection. The Indian players were embracing and lying one over the other. Understandbly this was their first major world tournament after the ICC world cup debacle in West Indies and nothing less than victory for Indians could have brought a better end to this shorter version on one day cricket. With no traces of the big 3's Rahul, Sourav and Sachin India weren't expected to win this tournament but with the way Dhoni has led from the front it seems to be the dawn of new Indian cricket. The youth cricket played with passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak diya India!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-3319418363757043121?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3319418363757043121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=3319418363757043121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/3319418363757043121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/3319418363757043121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/09/thriller-match-of-century-india-vs.html' title='Thriller match of the century - India Vs Pakistan Twenty20 Final'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-2316858525932024321</id><published>2007-09-23T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:40:07.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dishoom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aitraaz'/><title type='text'>My First Remix Video</title><content type='html'>I have finally created my first remix video. Though there is a North,South divide in India over many issues this song is a conglomeration of Tamil+Hindi = Tandi.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;WOW!! Here you go.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.jumpcut.com/media/flash/jump.swf?id=5427AFB46A2311DCA15C000423CF385C&amp;asset_type=movie&amp;asset_id=5427AFB46A2311DCA15C000423CF385C&amp;eb=1" width="408" height="324" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-2316858525932024321?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2316858525932024321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=2316858525932024321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2316858525932024321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2316858525932024321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-remix-video.html' title='My First Remix Video'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-2062470034901995928</id><published>2007-09-14T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:36:07.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowl out'/><title type='text'>Twenty20 - IND Vs PAK - Thrilling win for India</title><content type='html'>On a day that witnessed a high drama in cricketing fraternity, India held on to their nerves by beating Pakistan 3-0 in the final bowl out of Twenty20 world championship league match after the two sides had levelled the scores resulting in a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wa4m5J6mgm8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wa4m5J6mgm8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pakistani seamers who rocked the Indian top order earlier in the day couldn't knock out the stumps without the batsman covering them. Ahh!! That sounds funny. But India won the game in a more strategic way after choosing spinners for the final bowl out knowing that there was breeze blowing across the ground which could apparently cause some late swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is known for bringing any match that is under their belt to a tensed situation which they followed today too as a rule written in their books. With 29 runs needed in the last two overs Dhoni gave the ball to Agarkar who is known as "Dhaarala Prabhu" (Generous God)for his generosity in giving runs to the opposition. On this day one was only praying for Agarkar not to deliver a no ball as that would mean a free hit to the batsman of the next delivery. Agarkar ended the over for 17 runs and Pak were left to achieve their target of 12 runs in 1 over. The final ball was given to the breakdancer (Sreesanth) who gave 11 runs in 4 balls as everyone thought that it was the end of India's hold and Pak were already home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 1 run needed from 2 balls, Sreesanth bowled a dot ball. The situation got tensed and the atmosphere was electrifying. Dhoni brought the fielders in to the 30 yards circle in a hope to avoid the final run from Misbah-ul-Haq bat. As Sreesanth bowled the last delivery,Misbah miscued a pull to Yuvraj at extra cover who gathered the ball quickly to throw it to Sreesanth.Sreesanth knocked of the bails in a flash and Misbah was short of his crease by inches and the match ended in a tie with the winner to be decided by bowl out. It was India who prevailed for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the format of the bowl out been little different (with the batsman facing the bowler),I am sure India would have lost :-). It reminds me of one of the famous joke by Vivek "Yaarumey illatha kadaila yaaruku da tea aathara???" The cricket version of this joke is "Yaarumey aadatha pitchla yaaruku da bowl pannara?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-2062470034901995928?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2062470034901995928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=2062470034901995928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2062470034901995928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2062470034901995928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/09/twenty20-ind-vs-pak-thrilling-win-for.html' title='Twenty20 - IND Vs PAK - Thrilling win for India'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-5462812603393633634</id><published>2007-08-31T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:43:23.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Story Series- Life has Twist (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/08/classic-story-series-life-has-twist.html"&gt;Part1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth's was driven out of his virtual world by a loud honking of the car behind him.The man yelled "F**k. What the hell are you doing?" Vineeth was in no mood to fight with the man. He quickly drove in to a small street to reach his home. Hurriedly picking up the bag Vineeth climbed up the stairs of his ten storied apartment complex to reach his house on the third floor. After opening the door in a hurry he threw his bags into one corner of his room and picked up his phone to dial his friend Rakesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;:"Hey Buddy!! Vineeth here. Howdy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: "Yo man. Watz up? Doing pretty good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;:"I need to talk to you urgently. Can we meet up at our&lt;br /&gt;                         usual dining place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: "You mean the A la carte reastaurant on hillocks road? What happened? Anything serious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "I can't tell everything on phone dude.Lets meet up there at 7.30 pm tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: "Cool. I'll be there. Ciao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth kept his receiver to heave a sigh of relief as he now knew that he is going to share something to his close friend that he believed has to be revealed to everyone at some pont of time. He decided to take a short nap before his appointment with Rakesh. As he started to doze off the telephone rang.It was Ashwathi at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashwathi&lt;/strong&gt;:"Vineeth. I am sorry to disturb you. But I am totally restless ever since you left the office abruptly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "Oh sorry Ashwathi. I didn't mean to hurt you &lt;br /&gt;                          intentionally. But I had to leave as I was not feeling &lt;br /&gt;                          well.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashwathi&lt;/strong&gt;:"Oh! How are you feeling now? Did you consult doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "Nothing big. Just a headache. I'll take care. Don't &lt;br /&gt;                          worry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashwathi&lt;/strong&gt;: "Ok will call you later. Take care. Bye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "Bye!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth was now more concerned about Ashwathi's concern for him. He liked her love and affection for him but thought that showing the same would send wrong signals to her on a different note. So he always kept a distance from her. He decided that he should talk to Ashwathi about this one day but kept postponing it feeling that it would ruin their friendship. But now he was determined to discuss that to her as soon as possible because of the one phone call he received yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene&lt;/strong&gt;: A la carte restaurant. 7.30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth was looking at his watch every minute ever since he arrived at the reastaurant at 7.20 PM and looking for Rakesh. Every minute seemed to be like an hour for him. Rakesh arrived at the restaurant at 7.35 PM in flashy corvette and sporting denim jean with a levi's shirt much earlier than his usual time. He never kept his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: "Hi Macha.Sorry da. I am bit late. I was caught up in the &lt;br /&gt;                          traffic da."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "I know da. When have you been on time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: "Ok. Now what is the matter? So Ashwathi proposed you or  &lt;br /&gt;                          you proposed her.Hahahaha!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "Hey I have always told you that I always looked up to    &lt;br /&gt;                          her as my friend and I never wished to cross the line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: "I know machan.Everything starts up with friendship as the &lt;br /&gt;                          foundation over which everyone builds love. You are &lt;br /&gt;                          opposing the law of love you know. hahaha!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "Hey comeon. I am not here to argue with you on this &lt;br /&gt;                           subject. I am going to tell you something serious which &lt;br /&gt;                           you shouldn't reveal it to anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: "Come on da. Don't create a suspense. Break the pot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth talks to Rakesh about the phone call he received yesterday and the sequence of events that happened after it. Rakesh is now in a state of shock.He can't talk and becomes totally motionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "Rakesh!! Hey Rakesh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: "Aint you kidding buddy? I can't believe this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "Why should I play with you on this man? It is 100% true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: "Why the hell did you tell me man and made me restless? Oh &lt;br /&gt;                          am sorry. I dint meant it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "Ya I understand. But I dint know whom to tell but you. &lt;br /&gt;                          But please don't tell this to anyone. I'll let everyone &lt;br /&gt;                          know when the time comes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rakesh&lt;/strong&gt;: "Sure. Take care da". Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vineeth&lt;/strong&gt;: "Bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-5462812603393633634?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5462812603393633634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=5462812603393633634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/5462812603393633634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/5462812603393633634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/08/classic-story-series-life-has-twist_31.html' title='Classic Story Series- Life has Twist (Part 2)'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-23135006038613023</id><published>2007-08-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:25:32.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Story Series- Life has Twist (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Vineeth was gazing through the windows of his newly moved office in Colarado when the door behind him opened with a loud noise. In came Ashwathi exclaiming "Hey Vineeth!! What are doing man??". Vineeth didn't want to reveal what was running on the back of his mind but gently grinned at Ashwathi and said "Nothing". Vineeth was a charming, enthusiastic 25 year old lad who had great aspirations in life. He was a bubbling guy who always lit up the place that he was around. Everyone loved the company of Vineeth. Infact that is what he beleived it to be. He was fondly called as "Humo guy" for he had such an aura of exclusivity when it came to cracking jokes.He came up with such good jokes in a jiffy. But oflate something was troubling his mind. He was pondering about it for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi was surprised by Vineeth's reply because she had never seen him so dull and numb. "What happened to you man? Any problem? Can i help you?" inquired Ashwathi. Vineeth was in a sombre mood and didn't want to spill out everything to Ashwathi. He was so determined that he seemed to speak only one word for the whole day. "Nothing Ashwathi". Ashwathi was Vineeth's close friend since his college days. She was one of the most gorgeous women in her college and she had shrugged off all the proposals she had received from her college mates. She was a calm girl who never talked to guys in the college. But it was Vineeth who made her come out of her shy world to make her an extrovert. That made her like him more and they became close friends. Infact she used to funnily say Vineeth that she has stopped shutting her mouth ever since she became his friend. Ashwathi was worried by Vineeth's reply. She drew close to him, ran her fingers in to his hair and exclaimed "Comeon Vineeth!! Cheer up!! If you think you can share your problem with me please share. I don't want to see you like this dear". For a moment Vineeth wanted to tell everything to Ashwathi but his mind controlled his heart. "Nothing Ashwathi!! I'll talk to you later." exclaimed Vineeth as he quickly packed his bags, shut down his system and started to take long steps leaving behind Ashwathi in a bemused state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashwathi had a place for Vineeth in her heart. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him and cared for him. But there was something that prevented her from expressing her love. Infact she had given many signs of her unconditional love to Vineeth. She used to keep him small tests to find out if he was in the same wavelength as she was. Once in a party Ashwathi closed Vineeth's eyes standing back and asked her friend to talk "Hey Vineeth!! Guess Who am I?"&lt;br /&gt;She thought that if Vineeth was smart enough he would find that she(Ashwathi) was closing his eyes from the behind. Vineeth knew that no other girl touched and spoke to him other than Ashwathi. So he promptly said "Hey Ashwathi!! I know its you." Ashwathi used to be on cloud nine when Vineeth passed these small tests because she presumed that it was she who had actually won. She would assume that it was indicative of his desire for her. But Vineeth as usual&lt;br /&gt;used to make fun of her clearly not reading her mind. For that sake Who better can read a woman's mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineeth was heading home in his car clearly thinking about what had happened the day before. He tried to get distracted himself from that thought but his mind wouldn't. Tears started to slowly creep out from Vineeth's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--To be &lt;a href="http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/08/classic-story-series-life-has-twist_31.html"&gt;continued&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-23135006038613023?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/23135006038613023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=23135006038613023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/23135006038613023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/23135006038613023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/08/classic-story-series-life-has-twist.html' title='Classic Story Series- Life has Twist (Part 1)'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-2167644230040415759</id><published>2007-08-13T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:39:06.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Individuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality'/><title type='text'>I am What I am</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people talk to you about personality&lt;br /&gt;To make you have that perfect congeniality&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I prefer not to lose my individuality&lt;br /&gt;Because "I am what I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are your most dear ones&lt;br /&gt;Who swear to do you good&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I prefer not to lose my identity&lt;br /&gt;Because "I am what I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People shower advice on you&lt;br /&gt;To give you the power to act wise&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I prefer to listen to my conscience&lt;br /&gt;Because "I am what I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people stand beside you in times of distress&lt;br /&gt;To buttress you at times of such stress&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I prefer to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Because "I am what I am "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are excited at times of joy&lt;br /&gt;They invite you to shout and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I prefer to be a coy&lt;br /&gt;Because "I am what I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I want a star for myself in the sky&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I deny the reality&lt;br /&gt;Because "I am what I am"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-2167644230040415759?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2167644230040415759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=2167644230040415759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2167644230040415759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/2167644230040415759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='I am What I am'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-5861572366708838684</id><published>2007-08-03T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:27:02.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My journey to GOD's kingdom</title><content type='html'>I went to deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;To have a gentle peep of God's kingdom&lt;br /&gt;I begun my journey&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to reach my destiny&lt;br /&gt;My soul whispered "Keep going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along came an insane man&lt;br /&gt;Complaining life as inane&lt;br /&gt;My mind darted for a second to his words&lt;br /&gt;And my legs stopped for a while&lt;br /&gt;But my soul whispered "Keep going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw people crying&lt;br /&gt;I saw people laughing&lt;br /&gt;None thou were happy&lt;br /&gt;I thought to question them&lt;br /&gt;But my soul whispered "Keep going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs ached&lt;br /&gt;My throat parched&lt;br /&gt;My mind echoed "Is this journey worth a bliss"&lt;br /&gt;"You are making a great amiss"&lt;br /&gt;But my soul whispered "Keep going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached god's kingdom&lt;br /&gt;In a hope to get freedom&lt;br /&gt;From all the earthly miseries&lt;br /&gt;And to enjoy the heavenly merry&lt;br /&gt;But my soul whispered "Keep going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I banged on the door&lt;br /&gt;Nobody opened but a voice whispered"What do you want my child?"&lt;br /&gt;Words struck in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;But my soul whispered "Keep going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God! Why is this partiality?"&lt;br /&gt;I am happy at times&lt;br /&gt;I am saddened sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I am jubilant on my success&lt;br /&gt;I crestfall on my failure&lt;br /&gt;My life is wobbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied in one line&lt;br /&gt;"That is life and you are no different my child"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-5861572366708838684?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5861572366708838684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=5861572366708838684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/5861572366708838684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/5861572366708838684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/08/journey-to-gods-kingdom.html' title='My journey to GOD&apos;s kingdom'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-3976673004815020059</id><published>2007-07-27T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:24:11.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to earn 200 crores in 25 years? Contact Shankar of Sivaji.</title><content type='html'>I am an average middle class Indian who came to US with the dream of making career and money.I am a software engineer by profession. I was taken aback when I saw Rajinikanth in Sivaji who comes to India with an asset of 200 crore rupees which he apparently earned working as a software system architect in US of A for about 25 years. As a software engineer with 4 years of experience on an average i could only make $4000 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculation: $1000/week&lt;br /&gt;$1000 * 4 = $4000/month&lt;br /&gt;$4000 * 12 = $48000/year&lt;br /&gt;Approximating $48000'year to $50000/year&lt;br /&gt;$50000 * 40 (current exchange rate) = Rs 20,000,00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty lakhs is what i get in 1 year. If I stay in US for 5 years I would end up making one crore rupees (mind you this amount doesn't include any of my expenses). Considering my lifespan to be 100 years (if I am blessed with) and assuming I stay in US for the rest of my life till 100 I would have earned 15 crore rupees by the time i died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculation: 1 crore rupees in 5 years&lt;br /&gt;I have got 75 more years left in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So that amounts to 75/5 = 15 crore rupees in 75 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to make 200 crore rupees I would need to take rebirth 8 times and in all probabilityI have to be in US of A for all those years provided all other things remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;Director Sir!!Enna kannukunga ithu?? Kooti kazhichi paaru kanakku seriya varumnu sollatheenga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-3976673004815020059?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3976673004815020059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=3976673004815020059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/3976673004815020059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/3976673004815020059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-earn-200-crores-in-25-years.html' title='How to earn 200 crores in 25 years? Contact Shankar of Sivaji.'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-5973382347771799561</id><published>2007-06-30T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:27:29.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>நித்திரை கனவு!! முத்திரை உனக்கு!!</title><content type='html'>விழிக்குள் காணும் கனவுகள்&lt;br /&gt;வாழ்வில் மலர காத்திருக்கும் பூ மொட்டுகள்&lt;br /&gt;கனவை நினைவாக்கு தோழா&lt;br /&gt;காலம் உனக்கு கைகொடுக்கும் வாடா&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;வெற்றி என்பது உன் இலக்கு&lt;br /&gt;அதன் இடையில் தோன்றும் தடைகளை நீ விலக்கு&lt;br /&gt;கனவை நினைவாக்கு தோழா&lt;br /&gt;காலம் உனக்கு கைகொடுக்கும் வாடா&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தினமும் காணும் கனவு&lt;br /&gt;உன் விழியில் வாழும் நினைவு&lt;br /&gt;கனவை நினைவாக்கு தோழா&lt;br /&gt;காலம் உனக்கு கைகொடுக்கும் வாடா&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நித்திரையில் வரும் கனவு&lt;br /&gt;முத்திரை பதிக்க நீ உதவு&lt;br /&gt;கனவை நினைவாக்கு தோழா&lt;br /&gt;காலம் உனக்கு கைகொடுக்கும் வாடா&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கனவு மெய்பட வேண்டும்&lt;br /&gt;இதயம் அதற்கு வசப்பட வேண்டும்&lt;br /&gt;கனவை நினைவாக்கு தோழா&lt;br /&gt;காலம் உனக்கு கைகொடுக்கும் வாடா&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-5973382347771799561?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5973382347771799561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=5973382347771799561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/5973382347771799561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/5973382347771799561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='நித்திரை கனவு!! முத்திரை உனக்கு!!'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-6189905028871643921</id><published>2007-06-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:49:22.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>வாழ்க்கை - ஓர் அலசல்</title><content type='html'>காற்றில் உள்ளது கீதம்&lt;br /&gt;என் மூச்சில் உள்ளது மீதம்&lt;br /&gt;நேற்று என்பது தொல்லை&lt;br /&gt;இனி நாளை என்பது இல்லை&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;வாழ்வில் போராட்டம் உண்டு&lt;br /&gt;வாழ்வே போராட்டம் இல்லை&lt;br /&gt;தோல்வியில் துவண்டு விடாதே&lt;br /&gt;முயற்ச்சியை மறந்து விடாதே&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நாவில் வேண்டியது அடக்கம்&lt;br /&gt;கடும் சொற்களை சாடிய பின் ஏன் கலக்கம்&lt;br /&gt;கொட்டிய சொற்களை அள்ள முயலாதே&lt;br /&gt;அள்ளிய செல்வங்களை கொடுக்க மறக்காதே&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;பூக்களில் வீசும் மணம்&lt;br /&gt;மனதில் பறவ வேண்டும் தினம்&lt;br /&gt;இதை அடைய உதவுவது மௌனம்&lt;br /&gt;இதுவே அதற்கு உகந்த தின்னம்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;முயற்ச்சியே உனது பழக்கம்&lt;br /&gt;தோல்வியை கண்டு ஏன் நடுக்கம்&lt;br /&gt;வெற்றியே உனது முழக்கம்&lt;br /&gt;இதற்கு தேவையில்லை ஓர் விளக்கம்&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-6189905028871643921?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6189905028871643921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=6189905028871643921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/6189905028871643921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/6189905028871643921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_30.html' title='வாழ்க்கை - ஓர் அலசல்'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-4600151283720301390</id><published>2007-06-16T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:53:44.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sivaji - Movie of 2007</title><content type='html'>Sivaji has hit the theatres across the world and all the hype that surrounded it has gone. As I had pointed out in my earlier blog, this movie is going to be the blockbuster and the movie of the year. After Dhalapathi this was FDFS of the Rajni movie that I saw. I was enthralled to see Rajni's on screen appearance. Man!! He looked so young and vibrant. Kudos to the make up artist. Well this movie began with an unusual intro of Rajni. It was not a kinda of where all the ruffians are thrown away at every single step of the Super Star with the camera zooming from the bottom to the top. It was unsual with Rajni behind the bars and narrating his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the movie was gross comedy that left the stomach writhing in pain. Vivek has combined with Rajni for the first time and he too gets his oppurtunity to deliver puch dialogues on Rajni's behalf. This combination has worked very well after Rajni-Vadivelu in Chandramukhi. One cannot say that it is a Shankar's movie. I could see that this movie has been tailored made for Rajni fans to appease them. Itz jus that the &lt;em&gt;black money &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;money laundering&lt;/em&gt; has just been roped in as the subject of the movie. Sivaji, the NRI comes to India with the dream of starting schools, colleges and hospitals to serve the poor and needy with free education and free medication to all only to find his path being impeded by unscrupulous politicians. He bribes everyone just to see that this dream project goes without trouble. But that doesn't end there. He is squandered of all his money and his dream project goes for a toss after the demolition notice issued by the new government. How he overcomes it forms the rest of the story. Shriya, Rajni's lady love in the movie, is really a hot chick. I have seen this lady in E20-U18 where she got a minor role to play. But she has supported Rajni well in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs in the movie rocks esp. &lt;em&gt;"Athiradee"&lt;/em&gt; sung by Rahman deserves a praise. This foot tapping number has been picturised well and the popularity of the song has been augmented by unusual gimmicks that even Captain Vijaykanth would have to beg for in his next movie. Rajni throws a pistol like a boomerang which on its way shoots the bully and comes back to him again. The Border Security Force of India has approached Shankar to learn about this trick as it would help them in targeting Pakistani's camps. Another scene in the song which caught everyone by surprise was the bullet's fear to penetrate Rajni's forehead. The bullet fired from a pistol stops right in front of Rajni's forehead and for every step he takes forward the bullet moves backward only to feel ashamed and falling in to water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half of the movie moves very fast except for the climax which drags a little bit. Overall the movie was excellent and I would rate this movie 9.0/10. This movie has all the ingredients at right proportions necessary to work out at the box office. Rajni had recently said in one of the TV interviews that he was tensed and nervous because of all the hype created by the media. I guess now he can breathe easily. As said by him it is the movie for classes and masses. Just go out there and enjoy the movie. Do remember to keep your brain back at home because this is not the movie that works on logic but a movie that works on magic, &lt;strong&gt;"The Superstar magic".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-4600151283720301390?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4600151283720301390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=4600151283720301390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/4600151283720301390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/4600151283720301390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/06/sivaji-movie-of-2007.html' title='Sivaji - Movie of 2007'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-8601380117866793487</id><published>2007-06-12T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:13:32.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sivaji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rajni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blockbuster'/><title type='text'>Rajni Mania - The Fever is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/Rm9eB1rPmKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4H5yER0gR5g/s1600-h/splash.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/Rm9eB1rPmKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4H5yER0gR5g/s320/splash.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075378690751174818" border="0" /&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;Its Diwali for the entire world on June 14th 2007. The megahit movie '&lt;a href="http://www.sivajitheboss.com/#"&gt;Sivaji&lt;/a&gt;' is to hit the theatres across the world in another 2 days. Its the 100th Tamil film for Rajni and there is no doubt that this movie is going to be the blockbuster movie of the year. While some speculate that too much hype will actually pave way for flop like Baba it certainly doesn't seem so for Sivaji. Rajni, the ever charismatic person in the Cine industry has this extraordinary style and talent to attract even the just born child. No kiddos!! Its the truth. Thalaivar, as he is fondly called is not only the icon but also the idol of the tamil cine industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/Rm9gHVrPmLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FCzmNL6JHok/s1600-h/Sivaji6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/Rm9gHVrPmLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FCzmNL6JHok/s320/Sivaji6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075380984263710898" border="0" /&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;Being an ardent fan of thalaivar, I am going to see the first day first show of the movie. Hip Hip Hurrah!! Incidentally  I am going to watch it in Atlanta also called as Chennai-II. Rajni has a huge fan base all over the world. Any guess of how many fan clubs he has in Tamil nadu? A wild guess couldn't even touch the real figures. Its a whooping 35,000 fan clubs across the state. This speaks itsself for the popularity of the thalaivar. What makes this movie much more special is that the super duper and electrifying trio of Rajini, Shankar and Rahman have come together  for the first time in the movie fraternity. This is something unusual as the solar eclipse when the sun, moon and the earth come in a single line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many discussions going on over a period of time as to what makes one a Rajnikanth fanatic. There is not a single solid answer till now. Some say its his style, his elegance, and his charisma that is unmatchable with any other star in the filmdom. Whatever be it, he is the one and only Superstar that tamil movie industry would ever see. His punch dialogues are so powerful that makes every politician wet his pants. He is the man of caliber, perseverance, style, elegance, spirtuality, eternity and what not. He is the demi-god of tamil filmdom. Just as Chatrapathi Shivaji was the ruler of Maratha empire, this Sivaji is the ruler of millions of hearts across the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thalaivaaaaaaa!! You rockkkkk!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-8601380117866793487?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sivajitheboss.com/#' title='Rajni Mania - The Fever is here'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8601380117866793487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=8601380117866793487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/8601380117866793487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/8601380117866793487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/06/rajni-mania-fever-is-here.html' title='Rajni Mania - The Fever is here'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/Rm9eB1rPmKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4H5yER0gR5g/s72-c/splash.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-6860263896579018517</id><published>2007-06-03T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T08:01:32.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QOTD - Can you do it?</title><content type='html'>Very often people stumble when they start to pursue something in their life. It could either be in art, education, sports or music. In short its their career. But what has that to do here? Well the QOTD is how often people stick to what they want to do until they achieve it? Goals keep on changing over period of time in life for many. People often start with one goal and start to pursue something until they realise that they are no where near to where they want to be.&lt;br /&gt;There are basically 4 categories of people in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who never dream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who listens to others when following their dream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who never listens to others when following their dream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who never reveals their dreams to others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nearly 50% of the people in this world fall under the first category. They don't want to achieve something big in their life. They are happy and conteneded with what they have in their life. QOTD has nothing to do with these category of people because you can never pose such a question to them. They are aimless wanderers in life and asking such a question would have serious repercussions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As many as 30% of the people fall under the second category. These type of people want to achieve something in their life but are often bemused and perturbed when faced with the task of realising their dream. These people reveal their dreams and intention to others only to be left back footed. More often than not revealing your aspirations and dreams to others is the stupidest thing that anyone would do. While it is best to seek advice and ideas from others it is blatantly false to reveal your intentions to others. I can now get your question. How can one get advice and ideas without revealing their intentions? True, but you are the best judge of yourself. If you believe you can trust a person and who is a well wisher for you then you can go ahead and reveal your true aim so that he can guide you in the best path. Again it is you who has to decide if you can take the path suggested by the other. It is always best to believe in your conscience. The most important thing in life is "Don't believe in what others say because others say that to make you believe".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost 15% of the people fall under the third category. While it is true that you shoudn't blindly believe in what others say it is equally plausible that you have to hear as to what others say. The third category of people never cares what others have to say about their goal. Per say they say "You have no say". These people are greatest believers in themselves. They never listen to others. Although it is hard for these category people to transcend to second category it does happen that when these people face repeated failures they seek others opinion and advice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The remaining 5% of people fall under the fourth category. These people are more often termed as &lt;strong&gt;"Silent Killers" &lt;/strong&gt;by others. One cannot easily interpret their intentions. These people appear calm and composed but strike the chord at the right time. These people always beleieve in themselves. They also seek opinion from others in an indirect way like "My Friend wants to do an MBA. How should he go about in application process? What would be the decent GMAT score?" The real intention would be for himself to do an MBA but he adopts this circuitous way of asking things. It is really very difficult to get words from these kind of people. These people can quite awkwardly be chatter boxes but very cautious in distinguishing between what to discuss and what not to discuss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That said, its time for you to decide in which category you fall into. Whatever be it, you have to be very optimistic and let not others to decide you future course. Can you do it? I hear a chorus reply " Yes. We can!!".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-6860263896579018517?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6860263896579018517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=6860263896579018517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/6860263896579018517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/6860263896579018517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/06/qotd-can-you-do-it.html' title='QOTD - Can you do it?'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-7617135998672749129</id><published>2007-05-24T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:45:47.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensacola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ferrari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panama'/><title type='text'>Destined to be @ Destin - A trip to Pensacola</title><content type='html'>What stupid reason could you attribute to for not writing blogs for such a long time? Anything or everything that I say would be absurd and in the interest of the people reading this post I better keep my mouth shut. That said I should admit that it is at the behest of my roomie that I am posting this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has almost been a year since I am away from homeland and loitering around the different states in the country of rules. US is by far anybody's dream to live,work (you could see by the no. of H1-visas this year) and enjoy life. I am gonna encircle the last aspect of my previous sentence. Believe me you can enjoy your stay in US than anyother part of the world. Only flipside is that you don't have your near-dear ones beside you. Last week 5 of us set out on a mission (don't ask me what the mission is :-)) to Pensacola in a ferrari sported Chevy-impala.&lt;br /&gt;I was the Schumacher with my team mates accompanying me. The journey began at 6 am with rollicking music from ipod and the car racing through Atlanta highways at 80 miles/hr. What better thing you get in your life than driving a car in US highways. The roads turned zig-zag, up down and curved dreadfully. It was truly an awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was Michael there was a Ralf in my team. He drove for some part of our trip. We reached Pensacola at about noon and refreshed ourselves in our hotel room. We planned to go to beach later in the day so that we could play some games like volleyball, frisbee in the evening breeze of the sea. But there was one guy in our team who insisted that we better go during the day so as to cool our eyes. He didn't want to take sun bath but he had such an irritation in the eye that he desparately wanted to go out during the midday :-)) It was not only him but everyone in the team wanted to cool their eyes. I had already cooled my eyes during my visit to Miami in Jan this year. We dint heed to his words and headed straight to Naval air museum. It was an awesome museum with all type of fighter aircrafts on display. The only thing i hated there was a flight simulator. Even a kid would have laughed at it. A movie would run in front of you and you would be in a dabba[box] that would move up,down,right and left just to make you feel as if you are in a flight.there were two young men who made strange sounds as if it was terrific. But i was standing at the rear end of the flight simulator banging the exit door and shouting "Yovv..Kizhava kathava thira da".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we went to the beach to chill out. My friend cursed me for not being there during the daytime. There were amazingly awesome babes all around the beach. I assured my friend that we shall compensate for this in destin beach. And so was he relieved after going to destin beach. While my friends ventured into the beach to take bath, i sat at the shore taking photographs. An young woman ridiculed me saying "Hey!! Y don't you take of your shirts man?"&lt;br /&gt;I just giggled and felt embarassed. Either I shouldn't have been at that place or I should have been half-naked. I failed to do both and was the victim of adam teasing. The trip came to an end after we visited Panama city and went for parasailing. We drove back all the way to Atlanta carrying the memories of our fun-filled trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-7617135998672749129?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7617135998672749129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=7617135998672749129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7617135998672749129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/7617135998672749129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/05/destined-to-be-destin-trip-to-pensacola.html' title='Destined to be @ Destin - A trip to Pensacola'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-116845249684973844</id><published>2007-01-10T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:10:20.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krishna!! Mukunda!! Murare!!</title><content type='html'>Oh Krishna!! Oh Krishna!!&lt;br /&gt;You are the conquerer of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Bad thoughts grow in my mind as weeds&lt;br /&gt;I pray to you for good deeds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the ruler of heart!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where i came from&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where i will go&lt;br /&gt;All i know is I have you besides me as always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gopala!! Oh Nandakumara!!!&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of evil&lt;br /&gt;I am turning into a devil&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Madhusudana!! Oh Govinda!!&lt;br /&gt;I see you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your are my love&lt;br /&gt;You are my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Kesava!! Oh Narayana!!&lt;br /&gt;My mind is caught by carnal pleasures&lt;br /&gt;While I try to find eternal bliss&lt;br /&gt;I found that you are the one who can bless me with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Giridhara!! Oh Mukunda!!&lt;br /&gt;You are omnipresent&lt;br /&gt;I look forward for your incarnation&lt;br /&gt;To save all of us from this evil world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-116845249684973844?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116845249684973844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=116845249684973844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/116845249684973844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/116845249684973844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2007/01/krishna-mukunda-murare.html' title='Krishna!! Mukunda!! Murare!!'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-116339172734078736</id><published>2006-11-12T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:22:07.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's life treating you??</title><content type='html'>How often have you been dejected when something that you had expected to fall in place strangely goes out of your hands? Hmm!! Many a times for many. People have desire for many things and dream about it a lot but when it goes out of reality they feel depressed and disappointed. That is quite natural and i agree too. But how many of us keep on trying to achieve what we desire until we really achieve it? There are quite a few people in this world who live for their aspirations and dreams and toil a lot to relish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear a lot about being optimistic, having positive frame of mind, eliminating negative thoughts etc. and try to put these into practice when we start our journey to final destination. But when faced with abrupt failure we are crestfallen, depressed, dejected and what not. We are annoyed and doesn't like to talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;We stand before the god (this is the time we remember god) and question him as to why did it happen to me? But god can't answer all our questions. He has given us brain to think. We have to analyse as to what went wrong and take a step forward after rectifying it. No one can be blamed for something that you are in control of.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you agree that is the fact. It is easy for anyone to give tons of advice to others because it is the only thing that is available free of cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to give advice to anyone nor am I in that posistion to give it.&lt;br /&gt;What i wanted to convey is simple and straight forward. Don't get disappointed when you don't get something you expected. It is easy to say but there may be something better for you in life. The only thing is that it will take sometime to come in your life. But one day it will surely come in your life. You have to wait till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't treat life the way you want&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know how life likes to treat you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-116339172734078736?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116339172734078736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=116339172734078736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/116339172734078736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/116339172734078736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2006/11/hows-life-treating-you.html' title='How&apos;s life treating you??'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-116182084515503368</id><published>2006-10-25T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:00:45.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New style of writing a love letter</title><content type='html'>I came across a funny love letter in a website. Here is how it goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear FAIR and LOVELY (ek chand ka tukda) , after WIPRO (Applying Thought) so much, I dare to say that you are my TVS SCOOTY (First love) and my AIWA (Pure passion). I always BPL (Believe in the best)  and you are SANSUI (Better than the best). You are DOMINO'S PIZZA (Delivering a million smiles) for me. This is a COLGATE ENERGY GEL (Seriously fresh) feeling for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be my life partner but I think you are worried about your father who is KAWASAKI BAJAJ CALIBER (The Unshakable) and my father who is CEAT (Born Tough)  but don't worry as I am also FORD ICON (The Josh Machine) and rest of our family members are KELVINATORS (The Coolest ones). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If they say no, we will run away and marry and PHILIPS (Let's Make Things Better). They will feel MIRINDA (Zor ka jhatka dhire se lage) but I believe in COCA COLA (Jo chahe ho jaye) . For our marriage SAMSUNG DIGITALL (Everyone's Invited) and after marriage we'll be WHIRLPOOL (U and ME - The World's best homemakers) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trust in God who's always NOKIA (Connecting people) who love each other. And we are WILLS (Made for each other). Now that HYUNDAI (we are listening) the song of love, you must know that love is DAIRY MILK (Real taste of life), SATYAM ONLINE (Fun, Fast, Easy) and PARX (Always Comfortable). So never forget me. Ok bye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote little but PEPSI (Yeh dil mange more). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG (Digitally Yours)!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-116182084515503368?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116182084515503368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=116182084515503368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/116182084515503368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/116182084515503368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-style-of-writing-love-letter.html' title='New style of writing a love letter'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-115850537890943826</id><published>2006-09-17T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T08:05:57.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - Redefined</title><content type='html'>The following poem about love is redefined from a software engineer's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it goes!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a bug!!&lt;br /&gt;You can easily inject it but difficult to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a freeware!!&lt;br /&gt;You can easily download from anywhere and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a mouse!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is just a click away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is google!!&lt;br /&gt;You get million results when you search for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a programmer!!&lt;br /&gt;It suffers in the hands of its boss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a program!!&lt;br /&gt;You cannot understand its head nor the tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more importantly Love is a virus!!&lt;br /&gt;You get infected so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the program that supplements love. So it is important that love run throughout your life. For life to function normally do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set love as a start up service&lt;br /&gt;If there is some problem with love service then goto task manager&lt;br /&gt;Choose love service and switch to it.&lt;br /&gt;Never end task.&lt;br /&gt;Once love service starts leave it in standby mode.&lt;br /&gt;Never shut down or lock it to yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--RAM (Written by Random Access Memory )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-115850537890943826?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115850537890943826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=115850537890943826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/115850537890943826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/115850537890943826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-redefined.html' title='Love - Redefined'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-115774340949480997</id><published>2006-09-08T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:50:47.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost World - I (Continued)</title><content type='html'>I had smelled the scent of US for the first time on the evening of August 01 2006. I had seen rules Ramanujam in Anniyan movie. Back home, he was criticized for his eccentric and weird behaviour of talking about rules in the movie. But here in US i could see thousands and thousands of such Ramanujams. Everybody goes by the rules here and you cannot get away from it if you are out of the box. You may be prime minister's son or a business tycoon's nephew but you are bound to be yet another Ramanujam in this country ruled by rules. I really like the system here because it instills discipline in people which you cannot beg from them but rather have to force on them. If you park your vehicle in no parking zone,you'll get away with 20 bugs to the traffic police in India but here the fine amount is $100. And not only that. Your insurance shoots up and there is a black mark in your driving history. Dare will you do it next time? If you jump the signal in India you are the perfect Indian. On the other hand if you jump signal in US, the cops are ready to jump on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ridiculing or criticizing my country. I love my country and am envied by this country's customs and policies that are doing so much good to this nation.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of fresh air? Where is it? will be question from an Indian. I am inhaling pollution free air in this country. Back in India, with the population growing day by day people are fighting for their shelters and forest area is getting depleted at a rapid pace than ever before. The trees are being cut down for acquiring land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands of rules here and everybody is bound to know each rule. You cannot escape from the firm hands of the government of being ignorant about such rules. Back in India you have thousands of rules too. But those are only in books and not in practice. There are two rules that are predominant in India. Guess what??&lt;br /&gt;It is Central govt. rule and State govt. rule. These are the only rules found in India.It is sad to see that some good rules which are put in place are revoked back for political gain. It is high time that we as Indians realise that we are responsible for our country's welfare and prosperity. Let us all envisage the vision of India becoming the super power by 2020.As our honourable president APJ Abdul Kalam said "If you as an Indian is able to obey the rules in an alien country why not in your home country?". Let us all join hands together in making India the super power. Spread this word like a forest fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hindh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-115774340949480997?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115774340949480997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=115774340949480997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/115774340949480997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/115774340949480997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2006/09/lost-world-i-continued.html' title='Lost World - I (Continued)'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-115690315005947495</id><published>2006-08-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:00:00.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost World - I</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since i wrote something pretty interesting. So here am with wandering thoughts and thinking about what to write. Well this is the first time i have come out of my home country. Things were pretty interesting as i boarded the flight for the first time in 25 years on bon voyage to America. My thoughts and expectations soar high as the flight took off.I had thought that the flight journey was something fascinating not until i had to travel 19 hrs 45 minutes to reach Chicago. Oh Man!! It is horrible to travel by flight and even more worse to travel by Air India. Horrible food,Poor seating facility and more importantly airhostesses 50+. Absolutely no entertainment!!! I felt like i had been kept under remand for 19 hrs and 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the flight approached O'hare international airport in Chicago, I was overwhelmed to see the bustling city with exceptional infrastructures, something i had seen in movies. I was expectin for my Sisters arrival to the airport tp pick me up.Unfortunately i had picked up one of the naughtiest trolley in the US airport. As i strolled my trolley in one direction it went on the other side causing frustration. At one point this naughty trolley had seen two couples lip locked and went straight and hit their luggage with a thunderous noise. Bang!! I was very much embarassed by this and apologised to them.But this couple were in their own world and didn't even bother to release their locked lips to have look at me nor their fallen luggage. I was taken aback.My BIL and sister had come by then and we left for their home plying through the streets of Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-115690315005947495?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115690315005947495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=115690315005947495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/115690315005947495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/115690315005947495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost-world-i.html' title='Lost World - I'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-114701173388175009</id><published>2006-05-07T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T07:22:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The M-Factor</title><content type='html'>Well, a lot has been said about this M-Factor by many authors across the world.&lt;br /&gt;Its definition can be interpreted in many ways but in all its essence is the same.&lt;br /&gt;It can be inside you and so does can it be thrust on you from others. But in the end, how your energy level scales up is all what it matters. According to law of magnetism “Like poles repel each other”. But according to law of life “Like minds attract each other”.&lt;br /&gt;For this M-factor to multiply one must certainly have these all two important and prominent factors.&lt;br /&gt;1) Self-belief&lt;br /&gt;2) Patience&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! “Motivation” is all am talking about. Of course, there are so many other factors that aid in motivation but in all the above two are the ones that occupy the top slots.&lt;br /&gt;Let us look into both of these in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-belief, as the word suggests is all something you got to believe. Got to believe what?? Believe blindly? Everything? Nah!! It is about believing yourself. Yeah! You ought to believe about yourself and your capability blindly because that is the only way your mind does not raise a red flag and put brakes on your thoughts and approach. Well there are two ways to live. One is living INSIDE OUT and the other is living OUTSIDE IN. Well does any of you have heard these words anywhere before? To be frank, I don’t want myself to get caught in the plagiarism controversy just like Harvard sophomore. These are wonderful words from the book “52 ways to live success” by Jeanne Sharbuno.&lt;br /&gt;Living INSIDE OUT is like Being + Doing + Having that ultimately leads to success.&lt;br /&gt;“Being” is be yourself. Believe yourself. Try to know what is important to you and how important it is to you. “Doing “ is what you got to do to take over from “Being” stage to “Having stage”. It is the stage where your dedication and determination comes into the fray.” Having” is what you achieve finally. It can be money, happiness or success. But what ultimately matters is the belief that you carried all over from “Being” to “Having”. Had you faltered anywhere in between it would have been nearly impossible for you proceed any further and you might need to start it all over again. As you might have seen that the one word that I had started with never featured here. Well!! It need not be. Infact it is the conglomeration of whatever I have said in this passage. Self-motivation drives you. Drives you towards your destination. Mind you!! It doesn’t drive you crazy &lt;br /&gt;Many of us make the mistake of living OUTSIDE IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes “Patience” the nucleus of success. Positive approach, self confidence, dedication can all attribute to success but what really takes you to the final destination is your patience. Remember,” Rome was not built in a day”. You can’t achieve success in the wink of your eye. Patience prevents you from taking hasty decisions and calms your mind to make your decision wise. Self-belief and Patience goes hand in hand led by their master Motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is no one better than you to motivate yourself in this world. When one is short of confidence, fearful it is better to instill confidence in him/her by motivating him. External motivation is good but self motivation is ultimate. And now I hope that I have instilled confidence in people who have fallen short thereby motivating them. By the way you ought not to visit this article again if you have already read because I know by this time you have lots of self confidence and self motivation. All the best!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-114701173388175009?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114701173388175009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=114701173388175009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/114701173388175009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/114701173388175009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2006/05/m-factor.html' title='The M-Factor'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-112231268579428903</id><published>2005-07-25T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T07:24:29.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in superstitions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hey enga pora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Where do you go?)&lt;/span&gt;"If this is the question from your mouth to any person going out on an important assignment you are literally sacked.He gets frustrated and poses a stern look at you and yells "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kilambum bothu thaan kaepaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Will you ask me only when i leave?)&lt;/span&gt;".Itz so blatant that such questions can be asked only when a person leaves out somewhere.No one can go and ask a person sitting and reading a newspaper this question.Not only the person smirks at you but also feels that you need to go out somewhere to tighten up your nuts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;Well am a guy brought up from an orthodox brahmin family,who actually doesn't believe in such misconceptions.I have too often wondered as to how asking a person where he goes spoils his work.On the other hand no one bothers if you ask the question in a circuitous way like&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Engaernthu nee varuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Where will you come from?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.This certainly evokes laughter but this infact is the very thing that is happening beforehand.And still worse is the case if a cat crosses him on his way to work.He howls&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "Saniyaney!!!Correctaa porthu paaru"&lt;/span&gt;.Poor cat!!!Gets the name of lord Saneeswaran(Saturn)every time it crosses a man.The Cat should have been taught a lesson to know the time as to when to cross the people and when not to.Doesn't it all sound a bit eccentric??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;There have also been funny instances with regards to people sneezing.It so happened one day that one of my cousin had come to my house to seek blessings of my parents.As my mom and dad were blessing him some dust particle went into my nose and I sneezed at once.My mom bawled "Correctaa thumbinaan da!! (actually means sneezing wrongly at the correct time)." Even as i was wondering was there any way to find out whether a person has correctly sneezed or not my mom was desperately waiting for me to sneeze the second time.Poor guy!! I didn't get the second time.I was bemused and asked my mom as to why did she ask me to sneeze the second time.And the answer she gave quite surprised me.She told me that whatever blessings she had given to my cousin would really have itz effect only if my first sneeze is counteracted by an imminent second sneeze.And that too the interval between the first and second sneeze should be less than or equal to a second.The funda is that sneezes that occur in even intervals doesn't cause harm while that which occur in odd intervals are malicious and should immediately be succeeded by one more sneeze.If we try to project this on a graphical scale we actually get a Sneezoidal wave(in close resemblance to sinusoidal wave).Aha God!!!Are there so many facts behind a sneezing man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Well the beliefs that i have cited in this article are mere misconceptions that have evolved over time.Asking someone "Where do you go?",cat crossing a man's path,a person sneezing, all might be an instinct phenomenon and doesn't really have a role to play in a man's success.It is purely because of the pejorative connotations that he carries in his mind once he face these instances.The cat didn't cost you your work nor did the person who asked you "Where you are going?".It was purely because of your thoughts that had lot to do with your failure at work.So always have positive thoughts as it sets your vision clear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-112231268579428903?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112231268579428903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=112231268579428903&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/112231268579428903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/112231268579428903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-you-believe-in-superstitions.html' title='Do you believe in superstitions?'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-111916920234088192</id><published>2005-06-18T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T01:35:33.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniyan - The messenger from hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/640/still21.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/320/still21.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very famous saying in Tamil "Thappu seichavangala Arasan andrey kolvan!! Theivam nindru kollum".It means that a king punishes the accused on the same day he commits a crime while the almighty records his crimes to punish him later.And here is &lt;strong&gt;ANNIYAN&lt;/strong&gt; who with a furious face and rage kills people who he thinks are destined to be killed for their crimes according to the ways adopted in &lt;em&gt;Garuda Saasthra&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/640/still21.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/320/still04.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Ramunajam iyengar(Vikram) alias ambi is a lawyer who strictly follows the rules.Ambi is such an honest man that he never tries to compromise anything for the rules.His ladylove is Nandhini(Satha) who hates his rules and principles for every small thing in life.Ambi gets frustrated and moans for every small violation of law in the society he moves.He receives a post card that says "Anniyan arrived."The card carries a message of logging on to the anniyan website to post their greivances and assures for immediate action.It also says to the reader to forward it to 15 more people.And so does ambi.And this is where the entire plot unveils and where serial killings begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The murders that are commited are not with the usual stuff of knives,sickle or pistol.The people who are tossed off for their crimes are put to death according to the ways cited in Garuda Saasthra which briefs the methods of punishment for people according to the level of crime commited by them.For instance Anniyan kills a man by boiling him in hot oil as that is what the punishment he deserves for deceiving people and supplying them with inferior food according to Garuda Saasthra.&lt;br /&gt;A man killed by herd of buffaloes,another one by leeches sucking the blood to the core are the other instances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/640/still21.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/320/still31.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The film has been first ever big budget South Indian film shot at a whopping 26.5 crores rupees.This shows that the producer Oscar Ravichandran's faith in Shankar and the excellent rapport he has with him.No one can really argue about Vikram's performance.He is simply superb.The art direction by Sabu cyril has been really a class apart.One song shot at picturesque tulips in Amsterdam really stole the heart. Though the film has got such gore instances it certainly carries a strong message to everyone.It is not a film intended for Tamilians.It is a much watch film for all the Indians.If a country like Singapore which was poor country once upon a time is able to have a better economy than us why not we? If a country like Japan which has sustained the ravages and ruins of quakes and wars has risen like a phoenix in economy why not we?India stands at 49th place in world economy.Interestingly it stands 2nd in the country most infected with AIDS and 3rd in the most corrupted country in the world.Why are we all in such an awful position?&lt;br /&gt;Every Indian should think it is their country and should have a due respect for it.&lt;br /&gt;The media is the most powerful medium to propogate ideas to the society so that they imbibe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       ANNIYAN is not a film for mass entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;       It is a film to induce mass movement(change in attitude of the people towards their country).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to Shankar and kudos to Vikram for bringing in such a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hindh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-111916920234088192?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111916920234088192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=111916920234088192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/111916920234088192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/111916920234088192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2005/06/anniyan-messenger-from-hell.html' title='Anniyan - The messenger from hell'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-111614839143375556</id><published>2005-05-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T02:34:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stray Dogs - A menace for many</title><content type='html'>If i say something that i abhor the most in this world it would be dogs.I have had some quite weird experiences with the dogs particularly street dogs.It seems to me that they start practising how to run when they see me.I would like to share few funny instances that happened in my life with these stray dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/640/StrayDog.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/320/StrayDog.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stray dog - Beware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            While during my college days I used to board my college bus to get over to their in time.If i miss it,it would nearly take 2 hours to reach the college.On one fine day i had set out late from my house to the busstop.I was rather walking in a lethargic way and some 10 metres away from the busstop i saw people boarding the bus.I garnered all the energy to start running in an attempt to catch the bus before i realised that a dog was running more quicker than me and behind me.The noise that this mean creature made while chasing me was so deafening that I had to stop on all of a sudden to turn and kick itz ass.The moment i stopped,it stopped and didn't allow me to take a step further.I had missed my bus all because of this nasty animal.It had walked away quitely after i missed my bus.These stray dogs have often belt tied around their neck prohibiting the corporation officials to take away them(wonder who tie them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           As i work for a software MNC,my working hours are subject to variations.&lt;br /&gt;My work may stretch up to 11 PM or 12 AM the next morning.On one fine day I had my work finished at 11 PM and started the journey towards my house in a two-wheeler.My vehicle was a typical one in the sense that even though i give maximum acceleration its velocity doesn't exceed 40Kmph.And any attempt to go beyond it stops instantaneously and i have to walk with it.As I neared my street there were about a half a dozen dogs sleeping in the centre of the road and blocking the entire path.I sensed the potential danger involved because it was not one that i had to fight with but six of them.But i had vehicle in my hand an so i thought i culd make a escape from these vagabonds.As i flashed the headlight on them they got furious and got off in an instinct ready for the attack and paved way for my vehicle to pass through.Ahah!!!!I forgot something!!That my vehicle doesn't cross beyond the 40 km speed limit and here were the panthers running at 100 kmph.I knew i was gone because if i had tried to increase my speed beyond 40 km they would have enjoyed partying with me.Some of them went past my vehicle but fearing that i would run over them with my vehicle stopped in the midway.But there was one bull shit hound that was really very much desperate to get atleast half a pound of flesh from my legs.I had seen its teeth come so closely to my legs that in an attempt to aviod the vicious bite i folded my legs and started to drive the vehicle in a ziz-zag manner.Alas!!!I hit it in its face and had a narrow escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Still worse was the case during my jogging days.Now that i have stopped jogging,its just a fast walking that i do every morning.I remember the day when i set out for a jogging one early morning.As i started to jog,a dog that seemed to be lull and dull till that point of time suddenly became active and started to follow me.As i had already been used to these kind of stuffs from these animals i stopped.It too stopped but didn't leave me just like that.It barked so ferociously and signalled the dogs in the other streets that "A guy is coming around for jogging.&lt;br /&gt;Don't allow him jog.Just bog down him by your voice.He will clog automatically."&lt;br /&gt;Every dog barks at a ragpicker but doesn't dare to go near him because they knew its consequences.I surmise bony fellows are the target for these ebony hounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Chennai is very much a dog prone city.Whether you find houses in the nook and corner of the city you can certainly find street dogs elsewhere.While the government is bringing family planning control to the people of India it should do something about family planning among dog's community.You can see dogs mating each other too often.The result??10 puppies in a single birth.While there is blue cross and SPCA for animals welfare there should be some means to control their population and save the people from their menace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-111614839143375556?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111614839143375556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=111614839143375556&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/111614839143375556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/111614839143375556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/stray-dogs-menace-for-many.html' title='Stray Dogs - A menace for many'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-111505707888577226</id><published>2005-05-03T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T11:21:20.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams - The Cream of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/640/Dream.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/320/Dream.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relish your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in this world often dream about something or the other in their everyday life.But not so genuinely do each one of us find out ways of relishing it in our life.Rather many of us do fail to realise that the health,wealth or social status gained over a period of time were once that we had dreamt of in the past.How often do you hear people saying "Hey comeon man!!!Don't daydream!!!Itz going to take you nowhere...".Well these words would have pierced our ears too often from too many people.If you had let out those words to ingress through one channel of your ear and let off through the sluice gates of your other ear,well you are the person I would be liking to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;strong&gt;WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF DREAMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a&gt;                      &lt;ahref='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/640/Dreamisland.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/5374/320/Dreamisland.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Island                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well many of us would have often wondered what DREAMS are all about.Well according to my philosophy DREAMS are nothing but where &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;estinations are &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;eached &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ven before &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ttaining &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;y &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;uccess.Dreams are essentially the cream of everyone's life.I would rather elucidate this point by citing certain examples.&lt;br /&gt;A higher secondary school boy dreams of topping the charts in his examinations.A youth dreams of getting placed in a reputed organisation with high perks.Well!!There are also youths who dream of dating with his dream girl.A middle aged man dreams of acquiring wealth and so on.If all of us dream in one way or the other,why are we not able to bring it to life in our real life.Well here is where I would like to grab your attention.&lt;br /&gt;                We people don't fear to dream but we do fail to put faith in our dreams.Rather we treat dream as a dream or an illusion and not as a reflection of our own future.We seriously doubt about our dreams and think it is practically impossible.The first and foremost thing that you need to realise your dream in your life is to have faith in it.&lt;em&gt;"All lost things in life can be regained when hopes are revived but all revived things are lost when you lose your hope."&lt;/em&gt;Ahah!!That sounds great!!Isn't it??Well I may keep on writing something like this and you would better try to follow them.After you decide what you want to be or what you want to acquire the next step is to follow your dream.Rather what i mean here is that visualize yourself as achieving or acquring it.And remember,you have to do this every night before you goto sleep and every morning after you get up from your bed.By doing so you feel enlightened as you have already tasted the sample of the sweet of success.&lt;em&gt;"Dreams are starting point for successes but successes are never an ending point for dreams."&lt;/em&gt;Daydreaming is never a fault until others realise that you are dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;               Many people come out saying that their dreams have vanished in thin air like a vapour.Those people are impatient and would like to see a tree from a sprouted seed.Everything needs time and essentially time and dreams go hand in hand with each other.The bigger your dream doesn't necessarily mean that it takes a longer time to achieve it.Your dreams are the ones that drives you and puts you into action.I have relished my dream in life.Having said this it is now time for you to realise and relish your dream.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DREAM!! DREAM!! DREAM!!! UNTIL YOU GET THE CREAM OF YOUR LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nite and Sweet Dreams!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-111505707888577226?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111505707888577226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=111505707888577226&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/111505707888577226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/111505707888577226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/dreams-cream-of-life.html' title='Dreams - The Cream of life'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-111433523319140679</id><published>2005-04-24T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T03:51:24.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A glittering day in my life</title><content type='html'>It was a day when it seemed like the moon shined more bright than the sun,the cats barked,the dogs mewed and everything around me seemed to be very much aberrant when i heard those words.But not so long, before i regained my senses and tried to hold on to my nerves.Those were the words that i had dreamt of too often and when i heard it finally,my mind was all in a hullabaloo.These are the words that every guy or gal would be yearning for to hear.But wait!!! I don't want you to jump to conclusion at this point of time as to what I am talking about.I am certainly not talking about the words that you presume it to be but something that is more powerful and sends you on a rollicking note once you hear it.&lt;br /&gt;           At the dawn of Apr 23 2005,I woke up rather on a languid note before I once again sprawled on to my bed.My body was yearning for a desperate rest and my mind was fuming at me to get on to work.Finally after the tussle between the two had ended I got off from my bed to brush my teeth.I then quenched my thirst with a cup of milk and then got on to the read the newspaper to know about the world's happenings."Oh god!!You gotta interview today man and what the hell are you doing out here reading the newspaper."I just sprung off from my seat to holdon to my SQL book (a book about Microsoft SQL) and have a glimpse of certain important topics.&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't focus on any particular topic and threw my book to one corner of my room."Afterall this is what you have been working all around and you should certainly crack it" was the thought that was running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;           I had dressed myself so formally and today it was altogether a different day for me as I never had any wishes or alacrity for the interview i was about to attend.I drove to the interview center with my resume,PP foto and my salary slip.&lt;br /&gt;There were about some 300 people sitting in a hall(i surmise it was canteen)and handing over their resumes to the people who were scrutinizing it.I thought the scanning would get soon and I would be called soon.But to my horror and agony it took nearly 1.5 hours for my name to be read out and called for an interview.Myself and two other gentlemen were guided by an attender to the 3rd floor in C-block.Some discussions went on and she took us to 2nd floor.Now there were still lot more discussions than ever before and finally she came and told us "Gentlemen we need to go to the ground floor".Thank god she was taking us for a ride through the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;And when we reached  the ground floor she asked us to wait for sometime.After some 15 minutes she came to us and hesitantly told us that we need to go to 3rd floor once again.And here were we flying like a shuttlecock.Alas!!We finally landed on 3rd floor hoping that the ride doesn't start again.&lt;br /&gt;             The environment was absolutely serene and i never had felt so calm before.As my name was called I went up to 2 gentlemen who were sitting there ready to rock and shake me up with pool of questions.Yeah! They shook me up with a nice handshake and it was all that went on well thereafter.They were really so cool and made me feel so.I answered all the questions put forth before me and they were completely satisfied with the way i answered them.After getting exhausted by firing mulitple rounds at me they decided to gimme a chance."Come on Ram!! Do you have anything to ask us?"And here was I with a certain mission fired an indelible question at them."What is the vision of your organisation?".The interviewer got perplexed and told me "Boy!!You are now interviewing me.Anyway our vision is to become global top 10 by 2010."Then he shook up hands with me and gave me a form to fill up.After I had filled up the form I was told that I still had 2 rounds of interview to be cleared.&lt;br /&gt;               The second round was a MR round and i wondered which Mr. is going to interview me.The MR round was more like a stress interview.After getting through the MR round I was called for the final HR round which was more so of formalities.They asked me about my family background,expected salary and all those regular stuffs.Everything got over by 7 P.M.They told me that they will be getting back to me in a day or two to finalise things.And till then I am keeping my fingers crossed.I hope for the best to happen.And yes!!The best is yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-111433523319140679?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111433523319140679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=111433523319140679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/111433523319140679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/111433523319140679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2005/04/glittering-day-in-my-life.html' title='A glittering day in my life'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-110052327180666020</id><published>2004-11-15T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T04:57:22.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shankara's shackle paves way for Mutt's debacle</title><content type='html'>It has not been one man's fame that has been put to shame but that of &lt;br /&gt;a mutt that has become lame after standing out majestically for nearly &lt;br /&gt;2400 years.In what that has been described as an high profile and the most&lt;br /&gt;sensitive case of this century,the pontiff of Kanchi Kamakotti mutt &lt;br /&gt;Sri Jayendra Saraswati swami has been charged of commiting heinous &lt;br /&gt;crime and charged under murder and conspiracy sections of the &lt;br /&gt;Indian Penal Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The case takes its root from the horrifying murder of A.Shankararaman an honest,disciplined egalitarian who was stabbed to death by hired murderers on the dusk of September 3 2004. Mr.Shankararaman was working as an accounts officer in Kanchi Kamakotti mutt under the guidance of late Shri Paramacharaya.He was later thrown off from his office after the demise of Paramacharaya for he questioned on the irregularities in the mutt.Based on his honesty he was appointed as an accounting officer of Sri Varadarajaswamy temple in Kanchipuram.There was never a smooth relationship between him and  Sri Jayendra Saraswati as he had once&lt;br /&gt;filed a case against acharaya's proposed visit to China saying that such&lt;br /&gt;high profile religious leaders should not cross oceans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The police are investigating from various angles to find out the exact reason&lt;br /&gt;as to what would have culminated to the gore death of this honest man.The police claim they have sufficient evidence in this case against acharaya but no one knows whether it is fake or framed evidence.Letters written by Shankararaman to acharaya has been recovered from the goondas detained by the police in connection with the murder.Some nearly 10 lakh rupees withdrawn from ICICI bank account of the mutt has been seized by the police from the murderers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nation is in a state of shock and whatever be the situation, only two are aware of this murder.&lt;br /&gt;They are the GOD (GOOD) and&lt;br /&gt;The GOONDAS (BAD or EVIL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As god has rightly pointed out in Bhagavad Gita&lt;br /&gt;"Parithranaya saathunaam vinashaya shathushkrithaam&lt;br /&gt;Dharma samsthaapa naatharya sambavaami yugey yugey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will take incarnation and his presence will be felt whenever the evil tries&lt;br /&gt;to take control over the dharma(or good) and will restore dharma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-110052327180666020?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/110052327180666020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=110052327180666020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/110052327180666020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/110052327180666020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2004/11/shankaras-shackle-paves-way-for-mutts.html' title='Shankara&apos;s shackle paves way for Mutt&apos;s debacle'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-109973752024189910</id><published>2004-11-06T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T02:38:40.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews - A saga of many</title><content type='html'>One need not be an expert in analysing the semantics of this word.&lt;br /&gt;This buzz word actually begins with a fone call or an e-mail invitation as "Sir/Mam you are requested to attend the interview on the given date and the given venue."It really creates a stir in an individual as he/she virtually starts to dream of getting through the entire interview process and running back home with tonnes of smile loaded to share the experiences with his/her family.Does it stop with that?Nah!! It doesn't.It still goes beyond that with he/she having a weird imagination of pocketing up a lumpsum as the first month salaray and dodging out to the streets to go on a shopping spree.Hush!!Not even a minute had surpassed before these sequence of events has actually backlashed the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	These are the times when every individuals confidence shoots up as he gears  up for the peak summit.Interviews in recent days has not been tete a tete,with one poor guy/gal being tested for all the essential qualities by a panel of team.One cannot blame for the all the processes carried out by an organisation during recruitment because it is for their survival they conduct such a big process and not for the individuals survival.Interviews have become such a hot topic of discussion today with job market taking its incarnation and spreading across geographies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Each organisation lures people with lucrative compensation and other benefits.While there are people who lands up in their dream job there are still people dreaming to get their first job.It has really become so much arduous for the freshers to get a job of their choice.And if they do get a job there has been a mere exploitation of them for a meeky salary.You can ask anyone for their first interview experience.While each one of them may come up with varied experiences most of them who succeeeded would emphasise you on controlling your nerve and keeping your head cool.The more you are relaxed the more you can fancy your chance of getting through.The employers are there to hire you for the qualities that they expect from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So folks!!!Time has come to sell out yourself!!!&lt;br /&gt;You are a valuable product!!You are in great demand!!&lt;br /&gt;Go!Go ahead!! And keep on going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are born to win.&lt;br /&gt;All the best!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-109973752024189910?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/109973752024189910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=109973752024189910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/109973752024189910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/109973752024189910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2004/11/interviews-saga-of-many.html' title='Interviews - A saga of many'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-109551192040061346</id><published>2004-09-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T05:55:47.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big B's Mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Itz the time of the year when the big B's mantra is chanted which interestingly doesn't have any hymns or verses.But it is so powerful that yields out a big profit for newspapers,magazines and other ad agencies.The Big B's here doesn't certainly echo for Bachaan's(Amitabh or Abhishek) of Bollywood for any MBA aspirant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;      With CAT just a few months away,every MBA aspirant dream would be to get to the IIM's and other top notch institutes.Cracking out CAT is not really that much easy as one would imagine as there are many parameters that goes in right from the preparation to the day of the examination before succeeding in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     An ideal CAT paper has three sections in the form of verbal,quantitative and analytical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CAT's golden rule says"Perform equally well in all sections".Any student whoz exceptionally well in any one of the section and weaker in other sections has to forfeit his chance of admission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    With so many management students graduating every year it remains a big question as to what are the career prospects for each of them.Truly the IIM's have fancied their chances of placing their students in reputed firms in the ratio of 1 student:multiple MNC's.The IIM's has had their reputation unfettered because of itz stringent admission process that hooks of with CAT and lands up with the personal interview.The best out of the better survives here rather that the good out of the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    There are three factors attributing for anyone to take up a management course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not finding any suitable job after his/her graduation the person jumps in for management education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An MBA degree would hone  his/her skills  and enable them to climb the corporate ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A real aspirant for a management education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;    While 70% of them fall under the first category,30% fall under the second category and the remaining 10% fall under the third category.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;    Consider CAT 2002 exam,where a whopping 200,000 people took the exam.The huge chunk of people taking up management exams is augmenting year after year.Each business school is weighed based on its infrastructure,industry-institute linkages and with the kind of placement offers that are made after the course completion.Whatever might be the scenario,the quality of the education is what that comes into the picture first.One has to ovecome many hiccups when he takes on a long stride to pursue his/her higher studies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dedication is the one word and this is slated to be the business mantra for any MBA aspirant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-109551192040061346?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/109551192040061346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=109551192040061346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/109551192040061346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/109551192040061346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2004/09/big-bs-mantra.html' title='The Big B&apos;s Mantra'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-109489628000348949</id><published>2004-09-11T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T02:51:20.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve Teasing - A menace for Women</title><content type='html'>Eve teasing in general can be termed as a ruthless act of roadside romeos making obscene remarks about women.This act in recent times has taken a minacious shape forcing many gals&lt;br /&gt;to succumb to the relentless torture of the ruffians.&lt;br /&gt;             Even as one sits and thinks about this violent act there remains unanswered questions&lt;br /&gt;about itz cause and as to who is to be blamed for this.True!!Guys are to be blamed but not alone for this vivacious act.One cannot be lopsided when analysing such intricate issues.Whatz the necessity of a guy to make such lewd remarks about a gal?When a gal is out there in the streets&lt;br /&gt;in trendy outfits of wrap arounds,parallels,mini skirts,low hip jeans with high heels and walking in the road juz like that in a ramp it invites anyone who is near normal to become eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            India has been known for itz culture with saree as the traditional apparel for the women.But westernisation has caused the modern day gals to switch over from saree of nearly 5.5 metres to a skirt of 2 metres.What has been more disturbing is the count of discotheques and pubs turning out in large number in the metros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Again coming back to this concept of westernisation,what is that which has influenced India to such a massive extent.Obviously itz the media.The media has had a major role in weternisation bringing in alien country's culture and mingling it with our very own culture.&lt;br /&gt;In itz limelight it has projected the women in a awful form as cast them as show pieces.For instance take a undergarment ad.. of men and I really wonder what the hell is a woman doing out there in a ad.. which is solely meant for men.Ads for shaving creams,lotions involve women more than men.Suc ads are really disturbing and has been the root cause for throwing woman into a bad light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        There has been a recent spurt in the cases involving eve-teasing despite the fact that government has enacted stringent laws against those who involve in such malign acts.As pointed out earlier it is the media that holds a major stake in this awful menace.On forseeing the future I fear that we will be back to stone age unless some miracle happens to save the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bharath Maatha ki jai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-109489628000348949?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/109489628000348949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=109489628000348949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/109489628000348949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/109489628000348949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2004/09/eve-teasing-menace-for-women.html' title='Eve Teasing - A menace for Women'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-109428669004594798</id><published>2004-09-04T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T01:31:30.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricketing extravaganza turns out to be a dud</title><content type='html'>The Clouds can burst and the skies can open up to cast an incisive spell in Chennai but not so with Indian bowlers who had a nightmare at the Oval in England.It was all over when the not so mighty English attack routed the Indian top order with their splendid bowling and fielding.It was once again a poor performance by the Indians carried right away from the Asia cup and they never could redeem for their losses incurred over the period of time.It is really so unfortunate for a Captain like Sourav Ganguly to make such crackbrained remarks of"Fortune didn't favour us." and "It has been bad days for Indian cricket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Earlier in the day the Indian bowlers were traumatised by the English attack.The onslaught was set by Anrew Flintoff and Paul Collingwood who ruthlessly punished the Indian seamers when they in the quest of getting wickets drifted the ball too much to give room for the Englishmen only to see the ball flinging over their heads and beyond the ropes.One could see the agony on Ganguly's face when he punched his fist in the air when the bowlers went for runs.Nothing worked for India's favour for a side that was once considered mighty became meek in a matter of few months.Lets hope that India puts up a better show in ICC Chamions trophy and redeem their lost pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-109428669004594798?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/109428669004594798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=109428669004594798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/109428669004594798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/109428669004594798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2004/09/cricketing-extravaganza-turns-out-to.html' title='Cricketing extravaganza turns out to be a dud'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099942.post-109368064377176442</id><published>2004-08-28T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:10:43.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Mania</title><content type='html'>Hii folks,&lt;br /&gt;Finally the mega event(Olympics 2004) has reached itz acme.It has been an event with many records but as an Indian when we look at it we need to put our heads down for the dismay performance of our players and atheletes.Not to forget Rathore, the man who upheld India's pride by featuring India in the chart.We started of in high spirits with too much hype created&lt;br /&gt;about we winning gold medals in tennis and hockey.It was really a pathetic performance by the Indian hockey players who were never in the control of their game and always looked like surrendering to their opponent without any defense.It is really shameful for us to know that we are not able to shine in hockey despite the fact that hockey being our national game.Itz high time that we assess ourselves for what that has gone in awry for us.Letz make it a big success in the next olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hindh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099942-109368064377176442?l=heuristicmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/feeds/109368064377176442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099942&amp;postID=109368064377176442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/109368064377176442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099942/posts/default/109368064377176442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heuristicmind.blogspot.com/2004/08/olympic-mania.html' title='Olympic Mania'/><author><name>Ram Prasadh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13158379865492374527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ujS-SMzAvc/SMR-G2B-8JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tuXUfFoXGNk/S220/DSC01896_Ram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
