<?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-7875684</id><updated>2012-01-31T07:29:24.604-08:00</updated><category term='books'/><title type='text'>Phoenix Tearless</title><subtitle type='html'>The Golden Phoenix loves the Sun dearly and craves to reach it, but only badly burns his wings in the attempt and crashes back to the Earth where he bears excruciating pain without shedding even a tear, which only helps in increasing his longing for the Sun. He gets up and once again flies towards the Sun with renewed vigor. The day he reaches the Sun - the Sun will burn hot no more. &lt;br&gt;That day will I cease to be 'The Almighty'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-5979100551504173038</id><published>2011-10-08T01:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:49:30.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step 3 of 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-5979100551504173038?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5979100551504173038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=5979100551504173038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/5979100551504173038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/5979100551504173038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2011/10/step-3-of-3.html' title='Step 3 of 3'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-1654235798344076447</id><published>2011-09-07T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:05:23.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Goog to the rescue!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Awesome twist in the ongoing patent battle between Apple and HTC (read as Android using handset manufacturers including Samsung).&lt;br /&gt;Google temporarily transferred few newly acquired patents from the Motorola acquisition to HTC, using which HTC gave a return punch by suing Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is known that Apple started suing all Android based handset manufacturers like HTC, Samsung and Motorola for patent infringement earlier saying that phones running Android copy features of the iPhone. Apple could not directly sue Google since they listed Android as open source and non-profit.&lt;br /&gt;To counter Apple, Google bought off Motorola and all its patents - few of which it is now using to help its partners like HTC and Samsung to launch a fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love corporate wars!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2011-09-07/htc-sues-apple-alleging-infringement-of-four-u-s-patents.html"&gt;http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2011-09-07/htc-sues-apple-alleging-infringement-of-four-u-s-patents.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-1654235798344076447?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1654235798344076447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=1654235798344076447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/1654235798344076447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/1654235798344076447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2011/09/el-goog-to-rescue.html' title='El Goog to the rescue!!'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-3041233369268509139</id><published>2011-07-16T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T07:54:44.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just observed.. my last blog post was 7 months ago :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-3041233369268509139?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3041233369268509139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=3041233369268509139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/3041233369268509139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/3041233369268509139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-observed.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-2833704903227713488</id><published>2010-12-21T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T06:48:22.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iP4</title><content type='html'>I never thought I could come to say this.. always thought the iPhone was just a phone not worth half the hype. Not until I got the iPhone 4 myself, could realise the immense possibilities it has opened up for me - thanks to the huge app store. I dont regret at all spending all the money..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-2833704903227713488?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/2833704903227713488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=2833704903227713488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/2833704903227713488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/2833704903227713488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/12/ip4.html' title='iP4'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-5419801656464728848</id><published>2010-12-13T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T08:28:38.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step 3/3 - In progress</title><content type='html'>Step 3 taken, results far far from optimistic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-5419801656464728848?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5419801656464728848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=5419801656464728848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/5419801656464728848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/5419801656464728848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/12/step-33-in-progress.html' title='Step 3/3 - In progress'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-5870295494274774869</id><published>2010-10-30T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T12:14:39.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does information down a black hole go???</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stephen Hawking:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that goes down a black hole does not come out. There is absolutely no way out - it only becomes a part of the immense density that comprises the core of black hole.&lt;br /&gt;Why would it be a different case with 'Information' ??&lt;br /&gt;Against the prevalent laws of conservation of energy, the case is different with black holes. There is no release of energy out of a black hole - and similarly no release of information out of a black hole - so no conservation there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leonard Susskind (decades later):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way anything is an exception to the law of conservation. That would mean that is a case against the laws of Physics - none can exist like that.&lt;br /&gt;Information that goes into a black hole actually comes out of the back hole, only, it would no longer appear in its earlier form. A signature of the information comes out but it is not distinguishable by humans since it is entirely segregated - seperated - spread out - far flung, at least to perceive. Still, it comes out and is present out there - so there actually is conservation - and the laws of Physics still stand&amp;nbsp;unperturbed.&lt;br /&gt;If the name 'MOHITH' goes into a black hole, what comes out is a signature of the name, only we will not be able to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;output:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;M &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;H &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;black hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;T &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mohith Kunta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;;) ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2010): &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what comes out of a black hole is still present out there in the universe - out there waiting to be put together and understood??&lt;br /&gt;Consider this, I will send in the name 'BILL GATES' into the black hole just a few micro seconds after 'MOHITH' went in. Susskind's explanation would hold good here also, and the signature of the second name would also spread out as it comes out of the black hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;output:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;M &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; L &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; T &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;I &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;B &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;black hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;H &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; H &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;L &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above signature still contains the names MOHITH and BILL GATES. Only it is severely scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;Now consider that a few trillion names go into the black hole. The signature picture is very complex - just imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Now as per Susskind, since the laws of conservation cannot have exceptions, so the two names are still out there along with the other few trillion names. So the information is still out there.&lt;br /&gt;But... then... how can you call the output 'Information'??? There is something out there - trillions of alphabets - &amp;nbsp;when no one knows what they make up for sure - Is it correct to still call the output of the black hole 'Information'? I would just call it random sporadic nothing - can it be called information?. If we go deeper into understanding this, one alphabet M which goes into the black hole comes out, but is no longer M - it would just be a million subparts of a hundred pixels (of which M is made of). Now, imagine what just happened to each alphabet of the names MOHITH and BILL GATES along with the few trillion other names.&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that the input 'information' became output 'nothing'.&lt;br /&gt;Now do you call this conservation? Conservation of what??&lt;br /&gt;Now this is different from other types of conservation like from light to heat. Both light and heat are different types of energy and are&amp;nbsp;understandable. &amp;nbsp;That is not the case with Information.&lt;br /&gt;It is more like losing the key to a really really complex cipher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are ideas out there that black hole computers can be built one day. Lot can go in - stays there heavily dense. Lot of information goes in - what comes out - signature of the information. How can information be reconstructed by the computer out of the 'nothing' that the 'information' has become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some of my thoughts... may be if there is a way to still somehow keep a copy of the key, we may reconstruct information out of nothingness. Imagine the possibilities then - we can know the name of each person who lived on this earth ever, then how the person looked, then every thing he ever did in his life... same for every&amp;nbsp;organism/thing&amp;nbsp;in the universe - living/non living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-5870295494274774869?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5870295494274774869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=5870295494274774869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/5870295494274774869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/5870295494274774869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-does-information-down-black-hole.html' title='Where does information down a black hole go???'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-4847229113093020879</id><published>2010-08-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:55:56.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step 3 - Is this the start?</title><content type='html'>Things have started moving. The pace seems fine.. at times little quick. Hope everything goes well cause I'm putting all the other plans on hold until it settles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-4847229113093020879?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4847229113093020879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=4847229113093020879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/4847229113093020879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/4847229113093020879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/08/step-3-is-this-start.html' title='Step 3 - Is this the start?'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-756474043647315765</id><published>2010-08-17T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T13:06:38.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Immortals of Meluha</title><content type='html'>My latest read - The Immortals of Meluha by Amish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGrppn5Qb7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/UvYpQCcn4Y4/s1600/the_immortals_of_meluha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGrppn5Qb7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/UvYpQCcn4Y4/s200/the_immortals_of_meluha.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of Shiva, a tribal warrior who rises to become Mahadev - Lord Shiva.&lt;br /&gt;The premise is that all the&amp;nbsp;deities&amp;nbsp;we worship today were actually humans centuries-millennia ago. Humans who have been bestowed with that God like respect from people out of their deeds. Over centuries, the stories of these mortals have been treated with due imagination and fiction making them immortals and Gods we worship today.&lt;br /&gt;I always&amp;nbsp;believed&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;same theory as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meluha is the land we all know as The Indus Valley and Meluhans, The Indus Valley&amp;nbsp;Civilization. So the narration was set in the timeline between 3500 - 2000 BC. Meluha was the kingdom built by Lord Ram with all his ideals of a perfect society - a society&amp;nbsp;governed&amp;nbsp;by strict law. The kingdom of Meluha was existing for about more than a thousand years at the time the story begins. So essentially, the story is&amp;nbsp;happening&amp;nbsp;1000 years after Lord Ram created Meluha. Meluhans were all followers of Sun and hence called Suryavanshees.&lt;br /&gt;As the plot requires, there is a territory called Swadweep, which was the land of Chandravanshees - followers of the Moon. There was rivalry&amp;nbsp;between&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;civilizations&amp;nbsp;from time immemorial and Ram was&amp;nbsp;worshiped&amp;nbsp;in Swadweep as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legend runs among the Meluhans and the Swadweepans that a Neelkanth - man with blue throat will one day emerge and destroy all evil. Each of the societies out of their ignorance of the principles of the other society&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;that the other one was the evil one.&lt;br /&gt;It is at this time that a tribal warrior chief Shiva comes to Meluha as an immigrant and is discovered to be the Neelkanth. It is now the expectation that as per the prophecy that Neelkanth will help the Meluhans end the evils of Swadweepans who have formed dangerous alliances with vile foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story which follows is the story of how Shiva turns into Mahadev - weds Parvati or Sati in the story - and &amp;nbsp;discovers that his conception of what evil is - is completely wrong and that he had&amp;nbsp;already&amp;nbsp;been the cause of the deaths of thousands of innocent Swadweepans in the war he declares on Swadweep while fighting for the Meluhans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is unputdownable like any other book once you started reading. However, I could not understand why the author chose that particular timeline to narrate the story in. Shiva was born and is&amp;nbsp;recognized&amp;nbsp;as a God 1000 years after the time of Lord Rama in the&amp;nbsp;narration. But isn't this flawed when every one knows out of the epic Ramayan that Lord Shiva was already a God when the story of Ramayan begins. Ravana the Asura was said to have been a great devotee of Lord Shiva. Wasn't it Lord Shiva's great bow that Ram breaks at the swayamvar to win Sita.&lt;br /&gt;The narration was at times not reflecting the age - there were parts of the narration in direct speech which lost the mythical feeling - vastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This book is to be followed by two more to form The Shiva Trilogy. I'm sure to buy the next one when it comes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-756474043647315765?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/756474043647315765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=756474043647315765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/756474043647315765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/756474043647315765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/08/immortals-of-meluha.html' title='The Immortals of Meluha'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGrppn5Qb7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/UvYpQCcn4Y4/s72-c/the_immortals_of_meluha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-6556465320424423549</id><published>2010-07-10T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:18:00.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is work the best medicine???</title><content type='html'>The last week was one of good realizations. I was in chaos and there were several things bothering me, the least of all - having too much time for myself. Never in the near past was I so disturbed and yet still sane - being disturbed while being sane is the crevice into which one should never get. Disturbance is a state of the heart while sanity that of the mind - meaning a conflict of the heart and the mind unrealized.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm sane and able to understand that what I feel is a feeling that I should/need not feel, and still can't understand why I'm feeling, and suffer of the thought that I understand what I'm going through. Is there anything in the world that can be a medicine now?, a friendly chat... a phone call... the family... or friends - none??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the third day, with it came work... I have a outlet now - work. I took the plunge immediately like a duck into an oasis with a parched throat. Finding my retreat where there is no more need for the heart and where the mind is too preoccupied to listen to its drone, let alone a conflict. Funny but true - I was rescued from my own heart. Three days of work was what it took to be my original self again. I'm happy now that I realized that I knew what I was going through, found a partner in an unlikely entity - work, and that I'm now able to feel the touch of breeze on my cheek once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do people study psychology.. when all they have to do is study themselves?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-6556465320424423549?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6556465320424423549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=6556465320424423549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/6556465320424423549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/6556465320424423549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-work-best-medicine.html' title='Is work the best medicine???'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-7237540352400816237</id><published>2010-03-10T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:45:31.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From A to THE</title><content type='html'>Isn't this what we all strive for, fight for, aspire for? I, an A, have dreams to one day become a THE. The goal is chalked out and gleaming clear - the path however, is blurred. This endeavor will one day become THE endeavor and I - THE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-7237540352400816237?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7237540352400816237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=7237540352400816237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/7237540352400816237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/7237540352400816237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-to.html' title='From A to THE'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-4200000389031673702</id><published>2010-03-03T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:58:42.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curious Case of 221-B ~~Reading now</title><content type='html'>The unpublished diaries of John H Watson, MD.&lt;br /&gt;A good one, yes, really.&lt;br /&gt;Reading Conan Doyle, I could not help feeling there was always a part of the narration that went missing. That was his style, yes completely intentional. Maybe, he thought he would come back to the narrations one day and fill out the missing parts - and it did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;Now. Here is the book by an Indian author attempting to fill in those gouges. And does it well. The writing style fairly resembles Doyle's. You read a narration and say "Yes. I thought the original was not the last of it. Now, this completely explains the story". Then you get to see the flops of Sherlock Holmes. Yes, really! He was not always correct. He was just another detective who got famous(Watson's words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The term "Holmesian Canon" has been used more frequently than necessary in the book. The author might have found it fanciful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-4200000389031673702?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4200000389031673702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=4200000389031673702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/4200000389031673702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/4200000389031673702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/03/curious-case-of-221-b-reading-now.html' title='The Curious Case of 221-B ~~Reading now'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-3484494954041237179</id><published>2010-03-03T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:45:08.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day goes wasted. Yes, absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-3484494954041237179?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/3484494954041237179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=3484494954041237179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/3484494954041237179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/3484494954041237179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-goes-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-7733987172266629232</id><published>2010-03-02T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:41:10.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened??</title><content type='html'>A dip in the pool ought to calm the fiery nebula of thoughts bulging with whirling tornadoes of fire, ice and emotion, creating eruptions inter creating volcanoes of irritation waiting to blow out with the unforgiving force of nothing fathomable. It always worked.&lt;br /&gt;But why towards this day's dusk, does it seem impossible to leash the havoc destined to be unleashed by myraid emotions???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple words, what a bad evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**hmmm just discovered, words help relieve pent up frustrations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-7733987172266629232?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7733987172266629232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=7733987172266629232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/7733987172266629232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/7733987172266629232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-happened.html' title='What happened??'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-2349711247319178844</id><published>2010-01-26T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:30:10.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step 2 of 3</title><content type='html'>Step taken successfully on 24th Jan '10.  Result optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing... Evaluating strategies for 3/3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-2349711247319178844?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/2349711247319178844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=2349711247319178844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/2349711247319178844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/2349711247319178844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2010/01/step-2-of-3.html' title='Step 2 of 3'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-541514648352174581</id><published>2009-08-26T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:04:58.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what ?????</title><content type='html'>I'm back !!!(hopefully)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-541514648352174581?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/541514648352174581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=541514648352174581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/541514648352174581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/541514648352174581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-what.html' title='Guess what ?????'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-375656752310011088</id><published>2007-10-30T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:45:18.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy belated Birthday to me.....</title><content type='html'>29th Oct -- Had a blast... The rainiest and one the most memorable days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-375656752310011088?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/375656752310011088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=375656752310011088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/375656752310011088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/375656752310011088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-belated-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy belated Birthday to me.....'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-5372129944646951849</id><published>2007-10-20T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:22:23.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only we can......</title><content type='html'>If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rudyard Kipling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the original and complete poem which featured in the telugu flick  &lt;strong&gt;'Happy Days'&lt;/strong&gt;....  Which Shreya ma'am(Kamalini Mukherjee) asks Rajesh to get by heart....  And which he recites during his placement process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-5372129944646951849?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/5372129944646951849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=5372129944646951849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/5372129944646951849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/5372129944646951849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-only-we-can.html' title='If only we can......'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-8568046246905776749</id><published>2007-10-02T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T07:22:13.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_psQdNZh08GU/RwJRWgLBarI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qIcdYKvotRI/s1600-h/happydays-0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116741573681441458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_psQdNZh08GU/RwJRWgLBarI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qIcdYKvotRI/s320/happydays-0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched the flick... Im all in praise for it. Shekhar Kammula has certainly the elements in him to bring some freshness into the dynasty ridden world of tollywood.&lt;br /&gt;A must watch for youth in general and students in particular.... especially if u belong to the coveted 'engineers' community.&lt;br /&gt;An engineering student myself, I come out of the theatre relating the characters and story to myself. For those of u who are into the hectic world of profession... u are bound to  get nostalgic of ur college days, crushes, parties and loves while watching the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-8568046246905776749?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/8568046246905776749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=8568046246905776749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/8568046246905776749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/8568046246905776749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_psQdNZh08GU/RwJRWgLBarI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qIcdYKvotRI/s72-c/happydays-0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-4836666801548586763</id><published>2007-08-27T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T07:16:05.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Content &amp; happy but..............</title><content type='html'>...... how long will the good days last???   for a week?... a month?... a year?... or for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just the pessimist in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-4836666801548586763?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/4836666801548586763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=4836666801548586763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/4836666801548586763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/4836666801548586763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2007/08/content-happy-but.html' title='Content &amp; happy but..............'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-7157493217063857021</id><published>2007-07-14T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:58:19.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessiveness</title><content type='html'>POSSESSIVENESS --- What is it with this particular feeling.... it drives people to the verge of insanity. Especially among the fairer sex.... clients from Venus.&lt;br /&gt;Is 'friendship' a synonym for the word 'possessiveness'?... again particularly among friends belonging to the opposite sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular feeling has gone a long way into disturbing what has to be one of the most wonderful relationships between some very close friends of mine. Friendship beckons possessiveness, which in turn beckons jealousy. Does friendship require that a person really has to kill his own principles and thoughts for the sake of the so called friend.... isn't it supposed to be more of understanding and mutual respect for each others principles and feelings?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the P word.... it is driving so many people into the hurricane of emotional trauma... creating rifts between the very best of friends and partners.&lt;br /&gt;I've recognised the danger of this possessiveness quite early and I'm playing along without being drifted into it... but alas not everyone has the foresight, so I see the bestest of friends drifting apart. There is little I can do except a word of the mouth, but I understand that neither of the friends can once again be the happy themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-7157493217063857021?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/7157493217063857021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=7157493217063857021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/7157493217063857021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/7157493217063857021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2007/07/possessiveness.html' title='Possessiveness'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-6587247607510886689</id><published>2007-06-16T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:06:34.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah Taj !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_psQdNZh08GU/RnQg0s7tkJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/V-1hljistv4/s1600-h/tajwater1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076718769740288146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_psQdNZh08GU/RnQg0s7tkJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/V-1hljistv4/s320/tajwater1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish it finds a place among the 7 wonders... to be remembered by the generations to come... to be read about... learnt about... sung about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the last chance... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new7wonders.com/"&gt;VOTE NOW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post results&lt;/strong&gt;:  The Taj has made it to the list of the 7 wonders of the modern world, buoyed by a whooping 13% of the total votes being from India. Once again the population of India displays its might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-6587247607510886689?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/6587247607510886689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=6587247607510886689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/6587247607510886689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/6587247607510886689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2007/06/wah-taj.html' title='Wah Taj !!!'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_psQdNZh08GU/RnQg0s7tkJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/V-1hljistv4/s72-c/tajwater1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-9013306461870239874</id><published>2007-06-08T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:24:06.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Opal Mehta Gets a Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_psQdNZh08GU/RmpDks7tkHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cXgZSv3VmoU/s1600-h/opal1__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073942228002246770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_psQdNZh08GU/RmpDks7tkHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cXgZSv3VmoU/s320/opal1__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My latest read- a really funny book and a must-read. It's about this nerdy girl Opal Mehta whose ambition is to get into Harvard. She gets rejected the first time as she has no idea of 'fun'. But then she chalks out a plan with her parents which turns out to be a wreck. But still in the process she manages to get kissed, get wild and get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Five point someone appealed to you, this book definitely will too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-9013306461870239874?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/9013306461870239874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=9013306461870239874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/9013306461870239874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/9013306461870239874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2007/06/opal-mehta-gets-life.html' title='Opal Mehta Gets a Life'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_psQdNZh08GU/RmpDks7tkHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cXgZSv3VmoU/s72-c/opal1__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-1252967929738289396</id><published>2007-06-03T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:24:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with purpose      - from Shubham's blog</title><content type='html'>I was born in a middle class household.&lt;br /&gt;My parents gave me the best education they could afford.&lt;br /&gt;After schooling, I choose a stream of graduation, that most of my classmates did.&lt;br /&gt;After completing my higher studies, I joined a respectable company.&lt;br /&gt;After working for a few years, I got married; and my responsibilities increased.&lt;br /&gt;Within a couple of years, my 1st child was born. A second one followed soon afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;The foremost aim of my life now was to provide a good upbringing to my children.&lt;br /&gt;I gave them the best education and values that I could, just like my parents had done to me. I saw them grow up and become self reliant.&lt;br /&gt;The years passed by, I retired from my job, retreated to my hometown, and spent the rest of my days in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine day, I had an heart-attack, and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t this the story of most of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t most of us live our lives along predictable lines?&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t most of the decisions we take during our lives dictated by what our peers are doing?&lt;br /&gt;Have we ever sat back and wondered, if the decisions we make all our lives, are dictated by what we want, or what we have been told is the right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we ever asked ourselves the questions,&lt;br /&gt;Why have I been born?&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of my life?&lt;br /&gt;How is my life different from the billions around me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I not wasting the life God has given me, by just going through the motions?&lt;br /&gt;How will people remember me when I am gone?&lt;br /&gt;Or will people remember me at all?&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to sit back at the fag end of my days, and be at a loss to figure out what I achieved in life?&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to live an unknown life, and die and unknown death, like the hundreds of generations before me?&lt;br /&gt;Or do I want to do something different, be someone different, make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say,&lt;br /&gt;Studying well, working hard, fulfilling my parents’ ambitions, and looking after my children, in the very purpose of my life.&lt;br /&gt;If I can do all this well, I will feel I have been succeeded in my life.&lt;br /&gt;After all, how many people can claim to have done all these things well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I say,&lt;br /&gt;Though not many succeed, but everyone tries to achieve the above.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing in your life which others are not?&lt;br /&gt;What is your distinct identity?&lt;br /&gt;Are you one among a million, or one in a million?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can become a Gandhi or a Gates.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone has the ability, or the opportunity, to change the world.But that does not mean each of us cannot make a difference in our own little worlds.&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us can pursue a unique passion, follow a novel hobby, help the society, protect the environment, raise awareness, oppose injustice, read, write, play, sing, speak.&lt;br /&gt;Why not do something that makes us unique, something that people appreciate, something that people remember.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how small the contribution, no matter how few it impacts, it is better than living without a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabeera jab hum paida hue, jag hanse hum roye..&lt;br /&gt;Aisi karni kar chalo, hum hanse jag roye..&lt;br /&gt;(When you were born.. you wept, while the world smiled..&lt;br /&gt;Live such a life, that when you die.. you smile, while the world weeps..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was from &lt;a href="http://www.my-mind-space.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shubham's&lt;/a&gt; blog.... loved it soo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-1252967929738289396?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/1252967929738289396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=1252967929738289396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/1252967929738289396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/1252967929738289396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2007/06/living-with-purpose-from-shubhams-blog.html' title='Living with purpose      - from Shubham&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-574886374479229931</id><published>2007-06-02T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:33:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis arrière</title><content type='html'>My last credible post is dated  hmmmm..... 17th June 2006. That was like... an year ago. What have I been doing... lotta things happened, quite a lot.... k, really not quite a lot, just a few but gr8 in magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering if this blogging thing was just a fad that hit... stayed for some time... and went. I could not agree that this was just a fad... I wanted to come back... I always wanted, but it took some time. There are things which have come in recently like Orkut... and yes its true that I could not come back to blogging becs of Orkut. Orkut has become the first thing I open every day.. even before my mail. Social networking basically IS a great idea... isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;I have gone thru my favourite blogs yesterday(also after a whole year) and guess what... most of them have been as numb as mine. So I'm not the only irregular blogger. I've got company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm into the final year of engineering... and I still remember the day I joined as if it were just the day before yesterday. The three years have been fun... WOW! real fun... hope the final year stretches out and lasts a bit coz I'm enjoying the course.&lt;br /&gt;I got placed in Infosys... it was my dream company. But then again it's not a really wonderful feeling when I've come to know that every bloke down the street and around the corner has been placed with some company or the other. I always wanted to be one IN a million but it happens that I'm just one AMONG a million. Truly pissed off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows when I'll be posting again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-574886374479229931?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/574886374479229931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=574886374479229931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/574886374479229931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/574886374479229931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2007/06/je-suis-arrire.html' title='Je suis arrière'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-117285880977892566</id><published>2007-03-02T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:06:49.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to say that I'm outta hibernation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-117285880977892566?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/117285880977892566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=117285880977892566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/117285880977892566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/117285880977892566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-to-say-that-im-outta-hibernation.html' title='Just to say that I&apos;m outta hibernation'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-115558161396699606</id><published>2006-08-14T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:53:33.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/1songs1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/400/1songs1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In celebration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;of 58 vibrant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;years of freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/flagface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/flagface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-115558161396699606?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/115558161396699606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=115558161396699606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/115558161396699606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/115558161396699606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-115362876283711900</id><published>2006-07-22T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:26:02.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communal response to terror? A trap</title><content type='html'>Israel, the world's most vengeful nation, is in the thick of yet another war. The irony is that it has incidentally thrown light on&lt;br /&gt;(a) the intransigence of communal forces within our country and&lt;br /&gt;(b) India's isolation in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A demonstrator's placard in Bombay said all there was to be said about the communal lobby's game of divisiveness. Addressing the visiting Dr.Abdul Kalam directly, it said: "Mr. President, we have been silent for 58 years. We can't be silent now. Use your missiles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against whom? Certainly not against the terrorists holed up in Mahim or Hyderabad. The demonstrator meant that India should fire missiles against Pakistan. Just as Israel is doing against Palestinians. For many patriots among us Israel is the model to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact nothing will be more self-destructive for India. Israel gets away with slaughter because America fully supports it. Bush justified even the latest attack with the refrain "Israel has the right to defend itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America will never concede that India has the right to defend itself against terror bases in Pakistan. In fact, America will not allow India even to criticise Pakistan. See what its reaction was to poor Manmohan Singh's spirited appeals in St. Petersburg. "Show us the evidence that Pakistan is involved," the Americans told him. One US ambassadorial flunkey even said that India should cooperate with Pakistan in the fight against terror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message is clear: The same America that enables Israel to kill and destroy with immunity will not let India fire a gun against Pakistan. India is not Israel and Pakistan is not Palestine. America supports Israel not because its enemies are Muslim, but because Israel is Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan, quite adroitly, has led the easily fooled Americans into believing that it is a "frontline state" in America's war against terror. Actually, it is in Pakistan's interest that al-Quaida and Osama bin Laden remain alive and kicking in their mountain fortresses. As long as they are there, Pakistan is assured of the "frontline state" status and all the military and diplomatic privileges ensuing from it. Musharraff is too smart for the Americans. And, it may now seem, for Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For argument's sake, let us say a tough and patriotic party is in power in Delhi and it fires off a missile at a Pakistani target. The finger on the button in that country belongs to a general who had put nuclear warheads on the ready against India in an undeclared skirmish like Kargill. If and when an Indian missile flies in the direction of Pakistan, he will not hesitate to do the worst with an air of injured innocence. Then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that it is not just America that will stand by Pakistan in a moment of crisis. China is a close ally of Pakistan. The European Union is no friend of India's nuclear programmes. Russia is a friend, but it is also a friend of Pakistan. In a showdown India will find itself splendidly isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manmohan Singh's attempts to please America in everything from nuclear deals to wheat imports will not help India meet the Pakistani terror challenge.This is a war India must fight on its own, by building up an intelligence network that is the best in the world and by adopting tough methods that have helped other countries facing similar challenges. It cannot be fought by polarising Indians along religious lines. That's a trap that will help Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJS George&lt;br /&gt;newindpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-115362876283711900?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/115362876283711900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=115362876283711900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/115362876283711900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/115362876283711900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/07/communal-response-to-terror-trap.html' title='Communal response to terror? A trap'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-115056698808862752</id><published>2006-06-17T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:56:28.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The royal sport</title><content type='html'>If there was anything on the idiot box that bored me the most....... it was Golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That was until I got into playing the sport at EME Golf club in Hyd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the beginning I was wondering what is the use of the stance, the different clubs, position and all. Can't a person play Golf using a single club rather than using Iron, Wood and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The actual game showed the difference. I was surprised at the difference each of the clubs produced. The stance seemed foolish in the beginning but it actually made all the difference.  It was my first game and I was trying out my own stances but I could not make as much as a contact between the Club and ball. Surprisingly when I followed the coaches instruction - bent my knees a little, kept my left arm straight, eye sight fixed on the ball, bring down the club in a full swing   not only did  the club make contact but the ball soared well over 120 yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boards on the course said - 'Millions are lost on the green and next to the green'. Before actually playing, I would have never believed that betting actually took place in Golf also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-115056698808862752?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/115056698808862752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=115056698808862752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/115056698808862752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/115056698808862752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/06/royal-sport.html' title='The royal sport'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-114918309320668854</id><published>2006-06-01T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:31:33.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics in Hyderabad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hyderabad CENTRAL and PVR Cinemas- The grandest shopping mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/Image006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/Image006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/Image007.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/Image007.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The famous Prasad's IMAX complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NTR Marg - The tomb of late N.T. Rama Rao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-114918309320668854?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/114918309320668854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=114918309320668854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114918309320668854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114918309320668854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/06/pics-in-hyderabad.html' title='Pics in Hyderabad'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-114732830699162718</id><published>2006-05-10T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:20:51.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Looks like the great golden Phoenix has to lay down...... with tears in its eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tears to heal itself...... its heart...... from the wounds of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It loved and loves one...... and it hoped for love in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;which it was forced to forego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hope the day comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When the great golden Phoenix has the power to rise once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It may be a loser now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But it definitely is wiser...... a lot wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-114732830699162718?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/114732830699162718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=114732830699162718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114732830699162718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114732830699162718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='............'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-114726415197919512</id><published>2006-05-10T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T05:31:12.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohith! You are mighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/mighty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/200/mighty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just follow the link friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mohith.youaremighty.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://mohith.youaremighty.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool, isn't it..... just replace ur name with mine in the above url and tryout.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-114726415197919512?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/114726415197919512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=114726415197919512' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114726415197919512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114726415197919512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/05/mohith-you-are-mighty.html' title='Mohith! You are mighty'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-114493853313596903</id><published>2006-04-13T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T07:31:33.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AutoBiography in 5 short chapters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I walk down the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I fall in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I am lost......I am helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It isn't my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It takes forever to find a way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I walk down the same street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I pretend I don't see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I fall in again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I can't believe I am in the same place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but, it isn't my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It still takes a long time to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I see it is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I still fall in. It's a habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My eyes are open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I know where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It is my fault. I get out immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I walk down the same street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I walk around it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I walk down another street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;By Portia Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-114493853313596903?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/114493853313596903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=114493853313596903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114493853313596903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114493853313596903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/04/autobiography-in-5-short-chapters.html' title='AutoBiography in 5 short chapters'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-114231776501161371</id><published>2006-03-13T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:29:25.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holi  hai !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/holi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/holi2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/holi2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/poemholi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/poemholi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The trees smile with their sprout&lt;br /&gt;of tender leaves and blooming flowers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eternal nature with its transient expression&lt;br /&gt;Hails spring! with ecstasy and joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bewildering shades with so many tinge&lt;br /&gt;The land of beauty and greatness India,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;witnessing color of happiness and peace.&lt;br /&gt;Nation come alive to enjoy the spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A celebration of color- holi!&lt;br /&gt;An experience of content, harmony and delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Holika burns amidst merriment and mirth-&lt;br /&gt;Evil overpowered by love and devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A festival to commemorate ‘rash lila’-&lt;br /&gt;an enduring love saga of Radha and Krishna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Gulal – red, green, yellow and countless&lt;br /&gt;A day’s canvas - a riot of colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lively crowd running hither and thither,&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow of colors, dashing from every nook and corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Disregarding their woe and despair fervent folks,&lt;br /&gt;rejoicing at the marvel of colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A day filled with luster and gaiety,&lt;br /&gt;A day to smear our dreams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;With a splash of vibrant frenzy colors.&lt;br /&gt;Holi hai! A spring of unbounded fun and frolic …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;– Jayati Chowdhury&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/holi.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/holi.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-114231776501161371?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/114231776501161371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=114231776501161371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114231776501161371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114231776501161371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/03/holi-hai.html' title='Holi  hai !'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-114113437241800346</id><published>2006-02-28T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:51:38.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken soup for the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it, if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This story is from the book &lt;strong&gt;'Chicken soup for the soul'&lt;/strong&gt;. I got hold of this book along with &lt;strong&gt;'Chicken soup for the teenage soul'&lt;/strong&gt; in a book fair where they were selling off surplus material. I've read both the books umpteen times, yet they never fail to feel my clasp whenever they fall in my sight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some chicken soup for my soul indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-114113437241800346?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/114113437241800346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=114113437241800346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114113437241800346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/114113437241800346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/02/chicken-soup-for-soul.html' title='Chicken soup for the soul'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113993438636503658</id><published>2006-02-14T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:19:57.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evsc.k12.in.us/schoolzone/schools/stringtown/valentine/valentinesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.evsc.k12.in.us/schoolzone/schools/stringtown/valentine/valentinesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is a wonderful way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To make "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Easy to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;History of Valentine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; As early as the fourth century B.C., the Romans engaged in an annual young man's rite to passage to the God Lupercus. The names of the teenage women were placed in a box and drawn at random by adolescent men; thus, a man was assigned a woman companion for the duration of the year, after which another lottery was staged. After eight hundred years of this cruel practice, the early church fathers sought to end this practice... They found an answer in Valentine, a bishop who had been martyred some two hundred years earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;According to church tradition St. Valentine was a priest near Rome in about the year 270 A.D. At that time the Roman Emperor Claudius-II who had issued an edict forbidding marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This was around when the heyday of Roman empire had almost come to an end. Lack of quality administrators led to frequent civil strife. Learning declined, taxation increased, and trade slumped to a low, precarious level. And the Gauls, Slavs, Huns, Turks and Mongolians from Northern Europe and Asian increased their pressure on the empire's boundaries. The empire was grown too large to be shielded from external aggression and internal chaos with existing forces. Thus more of capable men were required to be recruited as soldiers and officers. When Claudius became the emperor, he felt that married men were more emotionally attached to their families, and thus, will not make good soldiers. So to assure quality soldiers, he banned marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Valentine, a bishop , seeing the trauma of young lovers, met them in a secret place, and joined them in the sacrament of matrimony. Claudius learned of this "friend of lovers," and had him arrested. The emperor, impressed with the young priest's dignity and conviction, attempted to convert him to the roman gods, to save him from certain execution. Valentine refused to recognize Roman Gods and even attempted to convert the emperor, knowing the consequences fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;On February 24, 270, Valentine was executed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"From your Valentine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;While Valentine was in prison awaiting his fate, he came in contact with his jailor, Asterius. The jailor had a blind daughter. Asterius requested him to heal his daughter. Through his faith he miraculously restored the sight of Asterius' daughter. Just before his execution, he asked for a pen and paper from his jailor, and signed a farewell message to her "From Your Valentine," a phrase that lived ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Valentine thus become a Patron Saint, and spiritual overseer of an annual festival. The festival involved young Romans offering women they admired, and wished to court, handwritten greetings of affection on February 14. The greeting cards acquired St.Valentine's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Valentine's Day card spread with Christianity, and is now celebrated all over the world. One of the earliest card was sent in 1415 by Charles, duke of Orleans, to his wife while he was a prisoner in the Tower of London. The card is now preserved in the British Museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113993438636503658?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113993438636503658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113993438636503658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113993438636503658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113993438636503658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-dayis-wonderful-wayto-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113966995523919644</id><published>2006-02-11T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T06:59:15.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A jolly trip</title><content type='html'>The last two days were such fun really, all the boys from our class went out on a fun trip to &lt;strong&gt;Tirupati and Talakona&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We started at 7:00 am Friday morning on a bus to Tirupati and went on to Talakona- a place known for its scenic beauty and amazing waterfalls. In fact it is in the midst of a jungle where we climb several hundreds of feet up a mountain to get the amazing view of the waterfalls falling from about 200 feet high. The sight of such a fall had its affect on the whole group of us... we lost no time in darting under the falls.... the water was chilling and within just two minutes all our bodies went numb with cold. Then after a great photo session we returned to Tirupati, watched the movie &lt;strong&gt;'Shock'&lt;/strong&gt;(an &lt;strong&gt;RGV&lt;/strong&gt; production),  had our dinner........and immediately started for the climb of our lives...... to the top of the hill (&lt;strong&gt;Tirumala&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;on foot&lt;/strong&gt; at 10:30 pm.  Everyone of my friends preferred to leave their bags in the transport section, but I chose to climb the hill top with my bag weighing around 7 kgs. It was someting over 10km of climb -including 4000 steps and 5 km walk to the top. it took us 4 hours ....well we were a group so none of us felt tired in the middle of the journey,   reached the top at 3:30 am and went off to bed. All the morning we spent roaming around the hilltop and started for the temple by afternoon. We had to wait in the lines for nearly 5 hrs before the darshan of &lt;strong&gt;Lord Venkateshwara. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went fine and we returned bk to Nellore at around 1:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us made through the whole trip without a wink on our eyes..........it was such fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113966995523919644?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113966995523919644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113966995523919644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113966995523919644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113966995523919644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/02/jolly-trip.html' title='A jolly trip'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113932962547211570</id><published>2006-02-07T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T06:36:36.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never have I fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Your lips speak soft sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Your smile a cool caress&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in your magic&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats within your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you each morning&lt;br /&gt;And dream of you each night&lt;br /&gt;I think of your arms being around me&lt;br /&gt;And cannot express my delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I fallen&lt;br /&gt;But I am quickly on my way&lt;br /&gt;You hold a heart in your hands&lt;br /&gt;That has never before been given away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113932962547211570?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113932962547211570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113932962547211570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113932962547211570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113932962547211570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/02/never-have-i-fallen.html' title='Never have I fallen'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113932898339369623</id><published>2006-02-07T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:16:23.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's boring me,  I think it's me!</title><content type='html'>It's like that, the part of the year when nothing goes ur way.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just that i'm going nothing's way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really difficult to be me....... Why did I get in at all? &lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer my old self.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I crave for it with my heart. but dont at all have the guts to call it upon me.&lt;br /&gt;Just can't even speak my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Leave alone speaking.... can't even open my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Mb I'll have to keep waiting for a chance to open my mouth for the rest of the course.&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling for words.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!  I'll not let this happen.&lt;br /&gt;I disagree to maintain the silence any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I get the power to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that I will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;So I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113932898339369623?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113932898339369623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113932898339369623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113932898339369623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113932898339369623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/02/someones-boring-me-i-think-its-me.html' title='Someone&apos;s boring me,  I think it&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113712208449044706</id><published>2006-01-12T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:14:44.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day with viruses</title><content type='html'>It all started when I reinstalled the Windows-XP OS in my laptop yesterday. I did not have a proper boot disk to format the primary sector so I went on to install the Windows XP Pro SP2 software atop the already existing and error prone Windows XP FD Professional(a third party release). Lot of the primary sector space was lost in the process(which was recovered on following certain simple procedures), The problem arose when I installed AVG 7.0 trail anti-virus and was searching google for some free key-generator s/w's.&lt;br /&gt; The search showed some websites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.seriall.com (the most dangerous)&lt;br /&gt;www.asta-killer.com&lt;br /&gt;www.crackspider.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was aware of the danger in merely visiting these sites, but carelessness got the better of me and I continued to browse freely; as a result numerous spywares, several dangerous adwares and viruses got on to the newly installed and still unprotected operating system. The resident Windows firewall was unable to block them as it provided only partial security. The battle is still going on but I'm nowhere near winning. I had to use several anti-virus and anti-spyware softwares to get a partial result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Affects of the spywares and viruses on the system&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One particular spyware spawned the browser and no search process is supported.&lt;br /&gt;2. A huge marquee-scroll comes up on the top of the screen every half an hour warning me of virus.&lt;br /&gt;3. The system shuts down automatically if any anti-virus is running.&lt;br /&gt;4. Even Agnitum outpost 3.0(the best known firewall) is cheated into thinking that several malicious programs were legal ones.&lt;br /&gt;5. System slowdown.&lt;br /&gt;6. Internet explorer gets struck.&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny screen savers come out even if you are working.&lt;br /&gt;8. The notepad opens up automatically and "&lt;em&gt;The user is trying to close some applications with no luck&lt;/em&gt;" is typed automatically and is prompted to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;9.The broadband internet connection is always heavy with traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anti-virus and firewall softwares* I used and extent of their abilities&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;AVG free edition 7.0&lt;/strong&gt;: Showed just 3 spyware programs, but failed to clean them.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;AVG professional edition 7.0.338&lt;/strong&gt;(the latest available): Showed 15 spyware and adware programs, cleared some spywares but left the Adwares. Showed that the risk levels of all the adwares were very high.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Agnitum outpost firewall 3.1 with spyware detector&lt;/strong&gt;: not too effective, managed to clear out some instances of spywares which reappeared no sooner it had cleaned them.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Mc Afee antivirus &lt;/strong&gt;: I had an older version so I could not use it.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Microsoft AntiSpyware beta&lt;/strong&gt;: Detected just one spyware and cleand it, but could not detect several other instances of other spywares.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Sunbelt CounterSpy&lt;/strong&gt;: Its a dedicated spyware remover. It was the best among all tried softwres, Managed to clear many of the spywares and adwares except 3 dangerous ones.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Norton internet security 2006&lt;/strong&gt; with latest updates: Pointed out the same spywares and adwares as CounterSpy, failed to remove or quarantine them. The norton internet database says that the adwares are recently diagonised and counter measures are bound to come up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All the softwares listed above were used with the latest available updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on the advice of a software expert, I cleaned the registry of the malicious programs and am running Norton AntiVirus scan in Safe Mode. If this does not work I'll just have to use  Seagate Disk Manager to clean the hard disk and reinstall the OS along with disk partitions, that implies loss of all the valuable data in the laptop, which I'm not favouring to risk. So I'll go on trying to remove the viruses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113712208449044706?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113712208449044706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113712208449044706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113712208449044706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113712208449044706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-day-with-viruses.html' title='My day with viruses'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113696946419541728</id><published>2006-01-11T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:06:13.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change indeed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www5.big.or.jp/~otake/hey/kanji/gifmoji/f1/ai.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I was waiting for a change&lt;br /&gt;When I was short of something&lt;br /&gt;One turn of my head changed it all&lt;br /&gt;made me realise what I was missing all along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bitter conflict arose&lt;br /&gt;between my mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;The mind had just given in…&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life the heart had won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victory meant one thing-&lt;br /&gt;The poor thing had to abandon me.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes would follow suit&lt;br /&gt;whenever they spot you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;The jingles in your voice&lt;br /&gt;makes me treasure those moments for ever.&lt;br /&gt;The world looks the same no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www5.big.or.jp/~otake/hey/kanji/gifmoji/f1/ai.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113696946419541728?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113696946419541728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113696946419541728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113696946419541728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113696946419541728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/01/change-indeed.html' title='A change indeed....'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113638387918922125</id><published>2006-01-04T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:11:19.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best ever New Year party</title><content type='html'>Had a gala time on the night of 31st. A huge party....a big cake....dances....pops....drinks and all as a farewell to a well spent year. &lt;br /&gt;Tee..hee....I danced for the first time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113638387918922125?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113638387918922125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113638387918922125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113638387918922125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113638387918922125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2006/01/best-ever-new-year-party.html' title='The best ever New Year party'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113603751272741734</id><published>2005-12-31T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:19:47.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>** HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006 **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quadcitiesrealestate.com/PYRO/PYRO-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.quadcitiesrealestate.com/PYRO/PYRO-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ow beautiful the turning of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; moment artificial yet profound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;oint upon an arbitrary chart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;assing like a breath upon the heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;earning with anticipation wound,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ew hope new harbored in old-fashioned cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ven when the boundary line is clear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;e recognize the oneness of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ears, like circles, do not end or start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xcept we lay across their truth our art,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;djusting dates as they go round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;evolving to a tune long sung and dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113603751272741734?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113603751272741734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113603751272741734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113603751272741734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113603751272741734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year-2006.html' title='** HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006 **'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113508871732733314</id><published>2005-12-20T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T06:25:17.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain pattern.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a firestorm - full of intensity and drama.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts may seem scattered to you most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;But they often seem strong and passionate to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural influencer. The thoughts you share are very powerful and persuading.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113508871732733314?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113508871732733314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113508871732733314' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113508871732733314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113508871732733314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-brain-pattern.html' title='My brain pattern.....'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113482695188551755</id><published>2005-12-17T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T05:43:42.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College....</title><content type='html'>The first week at college was great. Almost daily birthdays of my friends...so lots of parties. Life's good.&lt;br /&gt;It has been 4 years since I've done any painting..... I just realised that my fingers haven't lost their flair. A painting competition was conducted in the college reg 'The Energy Conservation Week' and I was surprised to see myself doing some good work. An essay writing competition was conducted too...but thats boring stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113482695188551755?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113482695188551755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113482695188551755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113482695188551755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113482695188551755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/12/college.html' title='College....'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113482534804526752</id><published>2005-12-17T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T05:17:08.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 21 things an Indian does after returning from The US of A...</title><content type='html'>1. Tries to use credit card in road side hotel.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drinks and carries mineral water and always speaks of health conscious.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sprays deo such so that he doesn't need to take bath.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sneezes and says 'Excuse me'.&lt;br /&gt;5. Says "Hey" instead of "Hi".&lt;br /&gt;says "Yogurt" instead says "Curds".&lt;br /&gt;Says "Cab" instead of "Taxi".&lt;br /&gt;Says "Candy" instead of "Chocolate".&lt;br /&gt;Says "Cookie" instead of "Biscuit".&lt;br /&gt;Says "Free Way " instead of "Highway".&lt;br /&gt;Says "got to go" instead of "Have to go".&lt;br /&gt;Says "Oh" instead of "Zero", (for 704, says Seven Oh Four, Instead of Seven Zero Four)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Doesn't forget to crib about air pollution. Keeps cribbing every time he steps out.&lt;br /&gt;7. Says all the distances in Miles (Not in Kilo Meters), and counts in Millions. (Not in Lakhs)&lt;br /&gt;8. Tries to figure all the prices in Dollars as far as possible (but deep down the heart multiplies by 43 times).&lt;br /&gt;9. Tries to see the % of fat on the cover of a milk pocket.&lt;br /&gt;10.When need to say Z (zed), never says Z (Zed), repeats "Zee" several times, if the other person unable to get, then says X, Y Zee (but never says Zed)&lt;br /&gt;11.Writes date as MM/DD/YYYY, on watching traditional DD/MM/YYYY, says "Oh! British Style!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;12.Makes fun of Indian Standard Time and Indian Road Conditions.&lt;br /&gt;13.Even after 2 months, complaints about "Jet Lag".&lt;br /&gt;14.Avoids eating more chili (hot) stuff.&lt;br /&gt;15.Tries to drink "Diet Coke", instead of Normal Coke.&lt;br /&gt;16.Tries to complain about any thing in India as if he is experiencing it for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;17.Pronounces "schedule" as "skejule", and "module" as "Mojule".&lt;br /&gt;18.Looks speciously towards Hotel/Dhaba food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more important&lt;br /&gt;19.From the luggage bag, does not remove the stickers of Airways by which he traveled back to India, even after 4 months of arrival.&lt;br /&gt;20.Takes the cabin luggage bag to short visits in India , tries to roll the bag on Indian Roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate one&lt;br /&gt;21.Tries to begin conversation with "In US ...." or "When I was in US..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113482534804526752?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113482534804526752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113482534804526752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113482534804526752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113482534804526752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/12/top-21-things-indian-does-after.html' title='Top 21 things an Indian does after returning from The US of A...'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113430520474430890</id><published>2005-12-11T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T04:46:44.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of hols...</title><content type='html'>Well everything that has a beginning has an end, so does our holidays. College reopens tommorrow and I'll be leaving for Nlr tonight. I'm definitely gonna miss home, waking up at 9 o' clock, long hours online, lazy afternoons before the idiot box, friends in the evening, late night TV and Grandma's chicken curry (summing up 'LIFE').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not complaining.... I'm also enthused to see my college and all my friends again. Besides I'll be coming back home in about a month for Pongal hols. 3/8 parts of my engg. course is over and very quick indeed. Thats the advantage of Semester system in colleges, you never feel bored, lot of hols in between, and fresh subjects every four months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113430520474430890?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113430520474430890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113430520474430890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113430520474430890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113430520474430890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/12/end-of-hols.html' title='End of hols...'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113352742585984835</id><published>2005-12-02T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T04:43:45.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/IMGA1505.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/IMGA1269.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/IMGA1269.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats me, meddling with my aunt's computer. Curse the light, u ppl can't see me properly here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/IMGA1364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that one's better..... At the garden restaurent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113352742585984835?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113352742585984835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113352742585984835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113352742585984835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113352742585984835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-pics.html' title='Some pics'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113334172821891227</id><published>2005-11-30T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:08:48.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FEUDALISM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURE SOCIALISM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all of the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUREAUCRATIC SOCIALISM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows. The government takes them and put them in a barn with everyone else's cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and eggs as the regulations say you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FASCISM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them and sells you the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURE COMMUNISM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUSSIAN COMMUNISM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAMBODIAN COMMUNISM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows. The government takes both of them and shoots you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DICTATORSHIP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURE DEMOCRACY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUREAUCRACY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURE ANARCHY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to take the cows and kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBERTARIAN/ANARCHO-CAPITALISM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SURREALISM: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113334172821891227?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113334172821891227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113334172821891227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113334172821891227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113334172821891227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/11/politics-explained.html' title='Politics Explained'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113333374510665581</id><published>2005-11-29T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:55:45.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie passes away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="240" src="http://wrestle.ru/photo/eddieguerrero/images/08.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWE (formerly WWF) has been my favourite sport for years since sometime when I was 7 or so, even now I never fail to watch it whenever I get a chance. I've been watching it since the time of Bret Hart 'Hitman' , Shawn Michaels and others. I don't care how much of it is true, but it's entertaining me, it is serving its purpose. So I kept on watching it on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wwe.com/inside/news/egcareer"&gt;Eddie Guererro&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favourites, reigning WWE champion had passed away in his hotel room at Minneapolis a few days ago from a heart attack. One whole episode of RAW Vs Smack Down was dedicated to him. I always liked his histronics and the way he cheats his way for the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the 'Latino Heat'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113333374510665581?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113333374510665581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113333374510665581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113333374510665581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113333374510665581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/11/eddie-passes-away.html' title='Eddie passes away'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113316242174616382</id><published>2005-11-27T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:20:21.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a series of Problems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I really always found it difficult to justify myself bout the presence of God.  Just read this article.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all face problems in out lives but the question is how do you deal with them and what steps do you take? Are you scared of problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered who creates these problems and what is the intention? You may say your boss creates problem for you at work. But does it happen that way? May be your boss is just another medium thru which the problem is put in front of you and you have to solve the damn problem.Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem you face will either defeat you or develop you—depending on how you respond to them. Unfortunately most people fail to see how God wants to use problems for good in their lives. They react foolishly and resent their problems rather then pausing to consider what benefit they might bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how God comes into picture and how he creates problems at different stages of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God uses problem to DIRECT you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God must light a fire under you to get you moving. Problems often point us in a new direction and motivate us to change. Is God trying to get your attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God uses problem to INSPECT you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are like tea bags…. If you want to know what’s inside them, just drop them into hot water! Has God ever tested your faith with a problem? What do problems reveal about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God uses problems to CORRECT you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons we learn only through pain and failure. It’s likely that as a child your parents told you not to touch a hot stove. But you probably learned by being burned. Sometimes we only learn the value of something… health,money,love, a relationship… by losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God uses problems to PROTECT you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A problem can be a blessing in diguise if it prevents you from being harmed by something more serious. Last year a friend was fired for refusing to do something unethical that his boss had asked him to do. His unemployment was a problem – but it saved him from being convicted and sent to prison a year later when management’s actions were eventually discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God uses problems to PERFECT you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems, when responded to correctly, are character builders. God is far more interested in your character than your comfort. Your relationship to God and your character are the only two things your’re going to take with you into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here’s the point:&lt;/strong&gt;    God is at work in your life – even when you do not recognize it or understand it. But it’s much easier and profitable when you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must be true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113316242174616382?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113316242174616382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113316242174616382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113316242174616382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113316242174616382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-is-series-of-problems.html' title='Life is a series of Problems...'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113290012800912073</id><published>2005-11-24T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:28:48.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of the three programmers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got this joke in a mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three male programmers were in the bathroom standing at the urinals.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first programmer finishes, walks over to the sink to wash his hands. He then proceeds to dry his hands very carefully.  He uses paper towel after paper towel and ensures that every single spot of water on his hands is&lt;br /&gt;dried.&lt;br /&gt;Turning to the other two, he says, "At Microsoft, we are trained to be extremely thorough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The second programmer finishes his task at the urinal and he proceeds to wash his hands. He uses a single paper towel and makes sure that he dries his hands using every available portion of the paper towel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He turns and says, "At Intel not only are we trained to be extremely thorough but we are also trained to be extremely efficient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The third programmer finished and walks straight for the door, shouting over his shoulder,&lt;br /&gt; "At Sun, we don't piss on our hands."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113290012800912073?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113290012800912073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113290012800912073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113290012800912073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113290012800912073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/11/tale-of-three-programmers.html' title='Tale of the three programmers'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113264424961861913</id><published>2005-11-21T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:24:09.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 days at home</title><content type='html'>The exams are finally over, hols here. 24 days at Rjy, its going to be the longest hol since I've joined engg.  Have'nt planned what to do all these days, they'll just pass by probably as quickly as ever. I cant think of any better work than visiting all my friends, most of them will p'bly be back home by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole semester over ....so quickly, and the next ones gonna be much shorter and uncomparably difficult as well.   I'm going to have some of the most important as well as d'cult subjects - Computer Organisation,   DataBase Mgmt. Systems,   Operating Systems,   Probablity&amp; Stats,   Electrical Technology and  Managerial Economics &amp; Financial Analysis (&lt;em&gt; just can't understand why the university has included the last two subjects for students of CSE).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  I'm unable to think of any other thing to put up here for now.&lt;br /&gt;So, Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113264424961861913?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113264424961861913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113264424961861913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113264424961861913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113264424961861913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/11/24-days-at-home.html' title='24 days at home'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113248789375577868</id><published>2005-11-20T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T04:00:38.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been sorted !  into my fav house as well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="i'm in gryffindor!" src="http://nimbo.net/quiz/gryff2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nimbo.net/quiz/houses.html" target="0"&gt;be sorted&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://nimbo.net" target="0"&gt;nimbo.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Congratulations on making Gryffindor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Basically, you're brave, daring, chivalrous, and pretty much.. an all around good person. Of course, some see you as a goodie-two-shoes. But hey, it's true! You're really good at winning, and normally always come out as the hero. Everybody likes you.. except, maybe, the Slytherins. You're too perfect. No, really.. You're&lt;em&gt; too&lt;/em&gt; perfect. It's annoying to watch you win, repeatedly. Oh well. Be proud anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gryffindors to Remember&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;br /&gt;The whole Weasley family&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;Albus Dumbledore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113248789375577868?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113248789375577868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113248789375577868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113248789375577868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113248789375577868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-sorted-into-my-fav-house-as.html' title='I&apos;ve been sorted !  into my fav house as well.'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-113316364374929185</id><published>2005-10-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:40:46.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY to meeeeeeeee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="583" src="http://www.oldstylecakes.com/product_images/%7B42C18838-81EE-4063-9313-3602B1A28450%7D_Birthday%20-%20Chocolate.jpg" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wos the best B'day for years.&lt;br /&gt;Three parties on a single day........what more cud I ask for..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-113316364374929185?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/113316364374929185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=113316364374929185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113316364374929185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/113316364374929185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-meeeeeeeee.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY to meeeeeeeee....'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112999244069852798</id><published>2005-10-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T07:47:23.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday evening..</title><content type='html'>Well the climate's cold outside and added to that these guys at Reliance WebWorld like to have the AC at the top mark, and I feel chilled to the bones.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I shd be at home right now studying for the ensuring exams (pre-finals from Monday, lab externals the following week and Sem-Finals the week after). Strangely I feel no tensi0n welling up in my head, seems that I've got accustomed to facing exams. The project work kept me busy the whole last week and guess what,, we won the Second prize beating several teams of third and final years. And we'll be up on the stage for taking the prize on our College-day.&lt;br /&gt;91 friends on my Yahoo! messenger list, 90 -offline, 1 -I'm on SMS,  It's Saturday evening don't know where these people go. What better work can they have other than staying online.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I'm bored, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112999244069852798?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112999244069852798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112999244069852798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112999244069852798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112999244069852798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-evening.html' title='Saturday evening..'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112814297126047389</id><published>2005-09-30T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:02:51.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India vs SouthAfrica</title><content type='html'>Came up for short stay of two days at Raj.&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt from South Africa is here. I was watching some of her videos of Johannesburg and Cape town and couldn't help wondering why Indians actually drove out the British. About 60 years back SA was in a much more pitiable state than India. Then India got independence but the face of the country remained more or less the same and not until the mid 90s did any noticeable uplifts such as the boom of the IT sector come into the scenario. SA got independence about 40 or 45 years after us but tremendous development took place in this time gap and now the cities of SA are as modern as any American or European ones. I bet you can't argue that all that development was actually possible without the help of the English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112814297126047389?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112814297126047389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112814297126047389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112814297126047389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112814297126047389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/10/india-vs-southafrica.html' title='India vs SouthAfrica'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112004381463233278</id><published>2005-08-28T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T03:44:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around comes around !</title><content type='html'>His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin.&lt;br /&gt;The name of the nobleman ? Lord Randolph Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112004381463233278?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112004381463233278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112004381463233278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112004381463233278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112004381463233278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes around comes around !'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112582747683124704</id><published>2005-08-16T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T02:51:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What festival is this???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/574/1600/raksha3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5162/574/1600/raksha3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;Raksha Bandhan&lt;/em&gt; of course!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112582747683124704?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112582747683124704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112582747683124704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112582747683124704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112582747683124704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-festival-is-this.html' title='What festival is this???'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112367848485653873</id><published>2005-08-06T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T05:54:44.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friendship Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Rejoice!!!     Friends,    It's our day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112367848485653873?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112367848485653873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112367848485653873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112367848485653873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112367848485653873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='Happy Friendship Day!!!'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112874129543382669</id><published>2005-07-17T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:14:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year of blogging   18 July 2004 - 18 July 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112874129543382669?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112874129543382669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112874129543382669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112874129543382669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112874129543382669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/07/1-year-of-blogging-18-july-2004-18.html' title='1 year of blogging   18 July 2004 - 18 July 2005'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112157419159583348</id><published>2005-07-16T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:23:11.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caferati - a collaboration over too much coffee</title><content type='html'>This is one cool collaboration. The stuff is gr8.&lt;br /&gt;A must visit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caferati.blogspot.com"&gt;http://caferati.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caferati.com"&gt;http://www.caferati.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112157419159583348?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112157419159583348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112157419159583348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112157419159583348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112157419159583348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/07/caferati-collaboration-over-too-much.html' title='Caferati - a collaboration over too much coffee'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112143564616946005</id><published>2005-07-16T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:29:00.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that girls are evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="469" src="http://www.ajokes.com/images/pictures/0435.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So here's a proof finally.. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112143564616946005?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112143564616946005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112143564616946005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112143564616946005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112143564616946005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/07/proof-that-girls-are-evil.html' title='Proof that girls are evil'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112143504140423866</id><published>2005-07-15T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T06:46:50.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A son's letter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;A FATHER PASSING BY HIS SON'S BEDROOM WAS ASTONISHED TO SEE THE BED WAS NICELY MADE AND EVERYTHING WAS PICKED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN HE SAW AN ENVELOPE PROPPED UP PROMINENTLY ON THE CENTER OF THE BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ADDRESSED, "DAD".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE WORST PREMONITION, HE OPENED THE ENVELOPE AND READ&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER  WITH TREMBLING HANDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;DEAR DAD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;     IT IS WITH GREAT REGRET AND SORROW THAT I'M WRITING THIS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;      I HAD TO ELOPE  WITH MY NEW GIRLFRIEND BECAUSE I WANTED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;      TO AVOID A  SCENE WITH  MOM AND YOU.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'VE BEEN FINDING REAL PASSION WITH BARBARA AND SHE IS&lt;br /&gt;SO NICE EVEN WITH ALL HER PIERCING, TATTOOS, AND HER&lt;br /&gt; TIGHT MOTORCYCLE CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BUT IT'S NOT ONLY THE PASSION DAD, SHE'S PREGNANT&lt;br /&gt; AND BARBARA SAID THAT WE WILL BE VERY HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt; EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T CARE FOR HER AS SHE&lt;br /&gt;IS MUCH OLDER THAN I, SHE ALREADY OWNS A TRAILER&lt;br /&gt; IN THE WOODS AND HAS A STACK OF FIREWOOD FOR THE&lt;br /&gt;  WHOLE WINTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SHE WANTS TO HAVE MANY MORE CHILDREN&lt;br /&gt;WITH ME AND THAT'S NOW ONE OF MY DREAMS TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBARA TAUGHT ME THAT MARIJUANA DOESN'T REALLY HURT ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;AND WE'LL BE GROWING IT FOR OURSELVES AND TRADING&lt;br /&gt; IT WITH HER FRIENDS FOR ALL THE COCAINE AND ECSTASY WE WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; IN THE MEANTIME, WE'LL PRAY THAT SCIENCE WILL FIND A CURE&lt;br /&gt; FOR AIDS SO BARBARA CAN GET BETTER; SHE SURE&lt;br /&gt;DESERVES IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DON'T WORRY DAD, I'M 15 YEARS OLD NOW AND I KNOW HOW TO TAKE&lt;br /&gt;CARE OF  MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SOMEDAY I'M SURE WE'LL BE BACK TO VISIT SO YOU CAN&lt;br /&gt;GET TO KNOW YOUR GRANDCHILDREN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YOUR SON, JOHN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P.S.  DAD, NONE OF THIS IS TRUE.  I'M OVER AT THE NEIGHBOR'S&lt;br /&gt;            HOUSE.  I JUST WANTED TO REMIND YOU THAT THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;           ARE WORSE THINGS IN LIFE  THAN MY REPORT CARD&lt;br /&gt;           THAT'S IN MY DESK CENTER DRAWER.  I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;           CALL WHEN IT'S SAFE FOR ME TO COME HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got this joke in a mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112143504140423866?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112143504140423866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112143504140423866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112143504140423866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112143504140423866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/07/sons-letter.html' title='A son&apos;s letter..'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112004416600192513</id><published>2005-07-09T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:22:13.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10th Grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, which I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, and one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go home. She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek..I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Senior year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, "his not gonna go", well, I too didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as 'best friends'. So we did. That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. and will be driving off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came ...!'. She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: "I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! .........'I wish I did too...' I thought to my self, and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bell is not a bell until someone rings it... A Song is not a song unitl someone sings it.. Don't hide yur true feeling'......coz' Love is not Love until someone reveals it...!* Do yourself a favor; tell her/him you love them.&lt;br /&gt;They won't be there...................Forever. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112004416600192513?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112004416600192513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112004416600192513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112004416600192513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112004416600192513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/07/love.html' title='LOVE !'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112082570947803352</id><published>2005-07-08T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T05:31:21.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday LONDON !!</title><content type='html'>First the WTC and then London. What does the stupid Al-Qaeida have in their minds? Blowing up the city's metro, killing people. My God! My aunt who lives in London says some of the bodies have been irretreivably stuck up in the debris of the train, people are coming out of the metro with either blood or soot over their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody buggars, do they think they can go on killing innocent people in the name of Jehad(the supposed to be 'war of religions' to declare Islamic superiority). I think this bombing attack is to renew the fear of terror among the people who are just forgetting the 9/11 tragedy. The day will come when they will even face the judgement, the wrath of the rest of the world. That is when the fate of Jehad will be closed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that Judgement day let us wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112082570947803352?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112082570947803352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112082570947803352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112082570947803352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112082570947803352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/07/doomsday-london.html' title='Doomsday LONDON !!'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112082459743877848</id><published>2005-07-08T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T05:14:29.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Vanilla Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/icecream/vanilla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your personality is anything but "vanilla" You're a risk taker, who's up for anything new.&lt;br /&gt;You go well with anyone and fit into any situation.&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with rocky road ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not a risk taker at all, but I'm always up for anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112082459743877848?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112082459743877848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112082459743877848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112082459743877848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112082459743877848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/07/vanilla-here.html' title='Vanilla here!'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112057214074752636</id><published>2005-07-05T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T07:07:03.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the second year</title><content type='html'>Now I'm a senior and I can get to rag a few new-comers. Sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day at college wasn't as fun as I expected it to be.. neway it was good to meet my friends after the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad news is from the academic side, now I'll have to face TWO subjects relating to the Electronics side which I'm not to keen upon. Apart from those I'll be having a stupid IC lab.. that means more of those tense moments during Viva-voce and observations and records too. The other lab is Java one, its quite fun(computers are always fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray let this semister pass quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112057214074752636?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112057214074752636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112057214074752636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112057214074752636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112057214074752636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/07/into-second-year.html' title='Into the second year'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-112004346300024079</id><published>2005-06-29T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T04:11:03.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanford address by Apple Chief....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'You've got to find what you love,'&lt;/span&gt; Jobs says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky – I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me – I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love these kind of inspiring speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-112004346300024079?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/112004346300024079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=112004346300024079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112004346300024079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/112004346300024079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/06/stanford-address-by-apple-chief.html' title='Stanford address by Apple Chief....'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-111995498778697745</id><published>2005-06-28T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T03:43:53.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Want !! **</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;**This post is not my creation. Got it from &lt;a href="http://www.my-mind-space.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shubham's&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two basic stories for how men and women "start off" together, and two basic stories for how men and women "end up". Through all of time, I'm sure that men and women have been playing out these stories... and I'm sure that they'll continue to play them out long into the future (that is, unless I have something to say about it... and I do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MEETING STORIES&lt;br /&gt;Here's "Meeting Story #1":&lt;br /&gt;Boy is attracted to girl. Unfortunately, boy doesn't have a clue about how to make girl feel ATTRACTION for him... so instead he tries to "pursue" girl by offering her dinners, gifts, and flowers. Girl finds boy "nice", but there are no "sparks", so she "just likes him as a friend".&lt;br /&gt;Here's "Meeting Story #2":&lt;br /&gt;Boy is attracted to girl. Fortunately for him, boy understands ATTRACTION, and begins to communicate with girl in a way that makes her feel a powerful physical and emotional response for boy that she can't control. The sparks fly, and boy and girl "get together".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure you know...In story #1, GIRL is in total control of the situation, and both of them know it.In story #2, BOY is the one who's in control of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STORIES OF HOW THINGS "END UP"&lt;br /&gt;Let's assume that somehow boy and girl actually "get together". Things usually go one of two ways after that...&lt;br /&gt;Here's "End Up Story #1":&lt;br /&gt;Boy and girl get together. Boy realizes that he "REALLY likes" girl. Boy begins to act more and more predictable. Boy starts to share "how he feels" about girl too often. Boy becomes more and more submissive. Girl loses that feeling of ATTRACTION that she once had for boy, and has no way of explaining or understanding why. Girl leaves boy, and boy is left wondering what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Here's "End Up Story #2":&lt;br /&gt;Boy and girl get together. Boy understands that no matter how much he likes girl, he cannot let himself become a Wussy who chases girl around "sharing how he feels" and become boring. Boy keeps the relationship interesting, and he keeps challenging girl. He stays in control of himself, and by understanding his role as "The Man" in the relationship, keeps girl interested and attracted to him into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, as I'm sure you know...&lt;br /&gt;In story #1, GIRL is in total control of the situation, and both of them know it.&lt;br /&gt;In story #2, BOY is the one who's in control of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at your experience with women, I'm sure you'll see that these short stories describe MOST of the experiences you've had. Now, of course there are slight twists and variations, but the message is clear:&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST UNDERSTAND HOW ATTRACTION WORKS FOR WOMEN... AND HOW TO KEEP THE ATTRACTION GOING WHEN YOU MEET A WOMAN YOU REALLY LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand ATTRACTION and how it works, then you are destined to keep playing out these same stories for the rest of your life. It's very unlikely that you'll stumble upon the "magic solution" by accident...&lt;br /&gt;ATTRACTION IS DIFFERENT FOR WOMEN THAN IT IS FOR MEN--&lt;br /&gt;VERY DIFFERENT&lt;br /&gt;The reality is that you CAN stop this negative pattern if you WANT to.&lt;br /&gt;But the key is:&lt;br /&gt;1) Understanding how ATTRACTION works for WOMEN.&lt;br /&gt;2) Understanding YOURSELF so you don't ALLOW yourself to act like a Wussy, become boring, and turn a good thing into a bad one... but instead you do the RIGHT things to keep everything on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to make a woman feel ATTRACTION for you, then you can control your destiny with women. If you DON'T know how to make a woman feel ATTRACTION for you, then you cannot control your destiny with women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read that paragraph again, and think about it for a minute before you go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I mentioned that ATTRACTION is very different for women than it is for men. Different how? What do I mean by that?Well, generally speaking, for a woman, ATTRACTION is a PROCESS... not an "event". It happens over time, and it becomes stronger or weaker depending upon how well the man in the situation understands how it works.&lt;br /&gt;For a man, ATTRACTION is much more of an "event", meaning that it's either there or it isn't. It really doesn't matter whether or not the woman understands how it works. (As an interesting side note, if a woman really knows how ATTRACTION works, and her intention is to manipulate a man, it usually works VERY well.)So think of a woman's "Attraction Mechanism" more like a volume knob than a light switch. It's like a fantastic, classy old car that needs to warm up for a long time before you can drive it... not like a brand new Honda that you can start up and get right on the freeway with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little secret about women and ATTRACTION:&lt;br /&gt;If you'll just take a little longer in every situation to AMPLIFY a woman's ATTRACTION, she'll love you for it... and you'll experience rewards that will make the extra time you spent seem like the best investment of your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few specific tips for you for the "Meeting Phase":&lt;br /&gt;1) Start with something STRONG, not with something WEAK.When a guy finds a girl interesting, he usually turns into a ball of nervous mush. Then, he usually makes the mistake of letting the woman KNOW that he's nervous and weak.&lt;br /&gt;Don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Do something STRONG.&lt;br /&gt;Challenge her.&lt;br /&gt;If she thinks that she's cool, make fun of her. If she's smart, argue with her a little.&lt;br /&gt;If she's doing something, tell her that you could do it better.&lt;br /&gt;When you PUSH a little, and show some BACKBONE, she'll push back. That's your sign that the GAME IS ON.&lt;br /&gt;If you just chase after her like the 100 other Wussies that have been bothering her this week, you will just be another boring, predictable face in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Keep the TENSION UP.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite concepts is "Never let the line go slack". This means that once you SPARK the "chemistry" or "sexual tension", you need to KEEP IT UP.&lt;br /&gt;Just because she starts doing things that hint to you that she's interested doesn't mean that it's time to STOP. Quite the opposite, actually. Turn UP the volume a little. It's working, so do more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Tease.&lt;br /&gt;The word "tease" has a couple of meanings. One of the meanings has to do with doing things that are slightly annoying to get a response from someone. The other meaning is subtly different, and has to do with drawing out a response that you want by doing certain things that indirectly trigger it.Do both.If you're about to kiss her, wait until your lips are so close that you can almost feel her... and then STOP. Pull away, and smile.If you want to know how she feels about you, say "You LOVE me" in a condescending tone of voice, and see how she responds. If she says "NO I DON'T!" in an exaggerated, mocking way, then she probably DOES "love" you.&lt;br /&gt;Teasing is fantastic. Do more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are a few tips for the "End Up" phase:&lt;br /&gt;1) Never become BORING.&lt;br /&gt;Being predictable and boring is a cardinal sin when it comes to ATTRACTION. Don't do either.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, telling a man not to be predictable is like telling a dog not to hump your leg. Most guys are PAINFULLY predictable. We LIKE being predictable, actually. I get it. But when it comes to a woman you enjoy, you'd better figure out a way to STOP IT.There's nothing that will kill the sparks faster than her knowing what you're about to do or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't hand over control.Women like men who make decisions and take the lead. Now, I'm not saying that women like men who are overly controlling. What I am saying is that women don't like guys who are always saying things like "I don't know, what do YOU want to do, baby?".Women don't want men that they can control, so don't be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Respect yourself, and keep your own interests.When a guy meets a woman he likes, he often wants to spend as much time as possible with her.&lt;br /&gt;This is natural, of course. But there's a big danger here, as well. If you put your life aside for a woman, you will become less interesting to HER. In the long run, it's MUCH better to keep your friends, your interests, and your hobbies, and to spend time doing the things you enjoy... WITHOUT HER.&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's VERY important to keep improving yourself as a person, and continue to be a guy that she can look up to and respect. As soon as you start acting like she's going to be around forever, she'll start feeling less and less ATTRACTION for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIGGER PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;Now, as you read these examples, can you see the bigger picture forming?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the deeper message?&lt;br /&gt;The deeper message is that you need to understand how ATTRACTION works for women, and you need to do those things that keep the ATTRACTION BUILDING FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where does this all begin?&lt;br /&gt;It begins with YOU. And it begins with you learning how to control yourself and your emotions. It begins with you needing to understand the history of how and why men and women become attracted to each other. It begins with you learning the basics of how to use subtle body language and communication to make women feel ATTRACTION for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-111995498778697745?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/111995498778697745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=111995498778697745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111995498778697745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111995498778697745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-women-want.html' title='What Women Want !! **'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-111985131163130753</id><published>2005-06-25T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:10:02.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'SUPER' rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/nag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/nag.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audio of the Telugu flick "Super" really rocks. The music director Sandeep Chowtha really mixed magic into the music. The lyrics give it a sporting edge. Most of the items have already found places in many discos and are being subjected to remixes. The item "Mila Mila......" is awesome; needless to mention the other items like "Akkad bakkad......", "Masthana.......", "chandramukhi........" are a class apart. The remix song of "Masthana..." has been included in the latest release of the disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that the flick features some really superb bike races and stunts. It has been shot mostly at Mauritius. I can hardly wait for the release of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to the songs at  &lt;a href="http://www.musicindiaonline.com/l/27/s/movie_name.7937/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MusicIndiaOnline.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-111985131163130753?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/111985131163130753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=111985131163130753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111985131163130753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111985131163130753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/06/super-rocks.html' title='&apos;SUPER&apos; rocks'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-111968446971208426</id><published>2005-06-25T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:27:49.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Don't Want To Hear From Technical Support</title><content type='html'>* "Do you have a sledgehammer or a brick handy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "That's right, not even McGyver could fix it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "So -- what are you wearing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Duuuuuude! Bummer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Looks like you're gonna need some new dilithium crystals, Cap'n."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Press 1 for Support. Press 2 if you're with 60 Minutes. Press 3 if you're with the FTC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "We can fix this, but you're gonna need a butter knife, a roll of duct tape, and a car battery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "In layman's terms, we call that the Hindenburg Effect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Hold on a second... Mom! Timmy's hitting me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Okay, turn to page 523 in your copy of Dianetics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Please hold for Mr. Gates' attorney."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-111968446971208426?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/111968446971208426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=111968446971208426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111968446971208426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111968446971208426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-you-dont-want-to-hear-from_25.html' title='Things You Don&apos;t Want To Hear From Technical Support'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-111968365837040104</id><published>2005-06-24T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:14:18.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How the softwares come out</title><content type='html'>Software doesn't just appear on the shelves by magic. That  program shrink-wrapped inside the box along with the  indecipherable manual and 12-paragraph disclaimer notice  actually came to you by way of an elaborate path, through  the most rigid quality control on the planet.   Here, shared for the first time with the general public, are  the inside details of the program development cycle.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Programmer produces code he believes is bug-free.    &lt;br /&gt;2. Product is tested. 20 bugs are found.    &lt;br /&gt;3. Programmer fixes 10 of the bugs and explains to the testing department that the other 10 aren't really bugs.    &lt;br /&gt;4. Testing department finds that five of the fixes didn't  work and discovers 15 new bugs.    &lt;br /&gt;5. See 3.    &lt;br /&gt;6. See 4.    &lt;br /&gt;7. See 5.    &lt;br /&gt;8. See 6.    &lt;br /&gt;9. See 7.    &lt;br /&gt;10. See 8.    &lt;br /&gt;11. Due to marketing pressure and an extremely pre-mature product announcement based on overly-optimistic programming schedule, the product is released. &lt;br /&gt;12. Users find 137 new bugs.    &lt;br /&gt;13. Original programmer, having cashed his royalty check, is nowhere to be found. &lt;br /&gt;14. Newly-assembled programming team fixes almost all of the 137 bugs, but introduce 456 new ones. &lt;br /&gt;15. Original programmer sends underpaid testing department a postcard from Fiji. Entire testing department quits. &lt;br /&gt;16. Company is bought in a hostile takeover by competitor using profits from their latest release, which had 783 bugs. &lt;br /&gt;17. New CEO is brought in by board of directors. He hires programmer to redo program from scratch. &lt;br /&gt;18. Programmer produces code he believes is bug-free....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-111968365837040104?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/111968365837040104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=111968365837040104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111968365837040104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111968365837040104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-softwares-come-out.html' title='How the softwares come out'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-111960932114621051</id><published>2005-06-24T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:24:04.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The role of 'Education' in Reliance saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3469/483/320/untitled.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One &lt;strong&gt;uneducated&lt;/strong&gt; and poor man, Dhirubhai Ambani built India's largest private business empire- &lt;strong&gt;Reliance&lt;/strong&gt;. Two &lt;strong&gt;business graduates &lt;/strong&gt;from Wharton and Stransford universities, Anil and Mukesh(who are none other than the sons of the uneducated man) are busy breaking up the empire.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Thats the &lt;strong&gt;power of education&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-111960932114621051?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/111960932114621051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=111960932114621051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111960932114621051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111960932114621051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/06/role-of-education-in-reliance-saga.html' title='The role of &apos;Education&apos; in Reliance saga'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-111060148161807927</id><published>2005-03-11T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:26:54.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi5 - The place to be!</title><content type='html'>Recently discovered &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi5.com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- It's one of the best places I've been to. Make new friends instantly without paying even a dime.&lt;br /&gt;The user groups are really fun.&lt;br /&gt;This is my invitation to u! To join my network &lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/i?l=0Q64EHB"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And also join my groups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/displayGroup.do?groupId=214367"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mohith rocks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/displayGroup.do?groupId=213334"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEC,Nellore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-111060148161807927?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/111060148161807927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=111060148161807927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111060148161807927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111060148161807927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/03/hi5-place-to-be.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hi5.com/i?l=0Q64EHB&quot;&gt;hi5 - The place to be!&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-111060074129217063</id><published>2005-03-11T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:12:21.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is NOT abandoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-111060074129217063?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/111060074129217063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=111060074129217063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111060074129217063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/111060074129217063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-blog-is-not-abandoned.html' title='This blog is NOT abandoned'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-110492787071351851</id><published>2005-01-05T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T04:24:30.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TSUNAMI</title><content type='html'>The exceptional intensity of the emotions- disbelief, compassion, and global concern- displayed at the Asian Tsunami disaster is a prime example of the discourse of compassion and humanitarianism created and fostered by the political climate and media. Compared with the absence of this type of global concern for the humanitarian crises in Iraq, in Rwanda, in Palestine, the compassion for more instantaneous “natural” disasters (a misnomer since the impact of such disasters is inextricably linked to the inequalities of empire) as opposed to the more readily preventative devastation of war, militarization and genocide brings to light the degree of indecency and multiple personalities of the colonial consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was present in Pondicherry (which recorded nearly 500 deaths) on that fateful sunday at Sweety's place. I was scheduled to start back to Nellore on that day, but remained back there for nearly 2 more days after the quake. &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/7875684-110492787071351851?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/110492787071351851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=110492787071351851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/110492787071351851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/110492787071351851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/01/tsunami.html' title='TSUNAMI'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-110484309497992920</id><published>2005-01-04T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:51:34.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>****&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a loooong time since I've been here. Neway I'm back.  I'm out of the hostel and can have regular access to the internet now. I'm going back to Rjy on 10th after two months, so I'll get a chance to meet all my friends. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-110484309497992920?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/110484309497992920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=110484309497992920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/110484309497992920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/110484309497992920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-110033783902204161</id><published>2004-11-12T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:23:59.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Diwali day..</title><content type='html'>Came back to Rjy just yesterday, went to &lt;a href="http://www.7gbc.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/G Brundavan colony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; movie for the matinee show with Prudhwi and Phalguna. I was late for the movie and missed a small bit of it. I wos surprised to see many of my school and college frnds there. It was a v good movie. And the whole evening I spent burning crackers, it wos such fun.&lt;br /&gt;That's how yesterday was. I guess it won't be that fun today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-110033783902204161?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/110033783902204161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=110033783902204161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/110033783902204161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/110033783902204161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-diwali-day.html' title='On Diwali day..'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-110033701878543209</id><published>2004-11-12T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:10:18.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DIWALI</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.fgtravels.com/discover-india/gifs/diwali-festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us celebrate this festival of lights and crackers in a bright and safe way.&lt;br /&gt;**HAPPY DIWALI**.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-110033701878543209?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/110033701878543209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=110033701878543209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/110033701878543209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/110033701878543209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-diwali.html' title='HAPPY DIWALI'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109826612020569796</id><published>2004-10-20T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T02:55:20.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At home...</title><content type='html'>At home finalllly after month (nearly). College life sure is exciting and wunnerful; new experiences, new inspirations, newer flavours and enjoyment to top the icing. This whole month was real fun. But I wos really anxious to come bk home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to meeting all my friends today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109826612020569796?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109826612020569796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109826612020569796' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109826612020569796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109826612020569796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/10/at-home.html' title='At home...'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109758314253473267</id><published>2004-10-12T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T05:12:22.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming home</title><content type='html'>I'm coming bk to Rjy on 20th oct, so i'll be able to spend more time online then. College life is turning out to be really adventurious in escaping frm the seniors who resort to ragging on the very first chance they get. I'm being quite successful for now, but this is just the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109758314253473267?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109758314253473267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109758314253473267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109758314253473267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109758314253473267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/10/coming-home.html' title='Coming home'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109628933971701271</id><published>2004-09-27T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T05:48:59.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At college..</title><content type='html'>Im at my college at present and I don't have much time to put much matter here. So I'm making it short. &lt;br /&gt;Been to college for 3 days only and I found these 3 days to be extremely hip and happening. There was no ragging by the seniors as I managed to make a few friends from seniors as well. All the people, teachers, subjects and everything is new and fresh so need some time to feel at home here.&lt;br /&gt;G2G bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109628933971701271?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109628933971701271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109628933971701271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109628933971701271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109628933971701271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/09/at-college.html' title='At college..'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109585312485094834</id><published>2004-09-22T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T04:38:44.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to college..</title><content type='html'>I've been too busy lately to put a post up here and I'm doing it now just before leaving for my college. Don't know when I'll be able to get a chance to come online and put a post here. &lt;br /&gt;The whole evening yesterday I've been at Phalguna's home with Pru eating and enjoying while it was raining heavily outdoors. &lt;br /&gt;That's it I'm leaving now to the railway station. Bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109585312485094834?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109585312485094834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109585312485094834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109585312485094834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109585312485094834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/09/off-to-college.html' title='Off to college..'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109543866274552675</id><published>2004-09-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:26:14.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BSNL introduces account less internet</title><content type='html'>BSNL has launched account less internet all over Andhra Pradesh. I'm currently using it, this is good news for all internet users, besides it is faster. For details put a comment here and I'll help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109543866274552675?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109543866274552675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109543866274552675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109543866274552675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109543866274552675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/09/bsnl-introduces-account-less-internet.html' title='BSNL introduces account less internet'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109532788679097136</id><published>2004-09-16T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T02:44:46.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, towards an end...</title><content type='html'>I'm being irregular these days(on putting up posts here). My college starts on 23rd sep. Thats not far from now; about a week to go, thats all. Lot of shopping needs to be done and packing too. life was such fun this whole week; been enjoying a lot with friends. I think I'll be doin some shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day yesterday I've been with Phalguna and Prudhvi; We went to our old school to get Phalu's Study certificate and frm there went to APPM school where he studied for the same purpose too. It was fun to see Phalu chat with his friend Suvasini yesterday afternoon, they kept taunting each other. Then we met David and Vamsi at an internet cafe. After they left Aishwarya came there, I was really surprised to see her. Off to phalu's home we went, he has a SONY sound system which is really cool. We closed all the doors and windows and played the songs of Arjun and Gharshana at full volume, the house was apparently shaking of the bass. It was such fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to attend an aptitude test on the 19th which is being conducted by NIIT computers, but with nil preparation. I'm not in a mood to sit with books now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109532788679097136?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109532788679097136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109532788679097136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109532788679097136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109532788679097136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/09/holidays-towards-end.html' title='Holidays, towards an end...'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109471990188767521</id><published>2004-09-09T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T01:51:41.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Ferdinand scoop top Mercury award</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.mtv.co.uk/mtv.co.uk/img/artist/franz_ferdinand/220/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART-ROCKERS Franz Ferdinand have won Britain's prestigious Mercury Music Prize with their debut album. The Glasgow four piece emerged victorious over the likes of The Streets, The Zutons, Amy Winehouse and Jamelia, to take the prestigious title, and check for £20,000, with their self-titled debut album. they're up hot on news.&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/7875684-109471990188767521?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109471990188767521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109471990188767521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109471990188767521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109471990188767521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/09/franz-ferdinand-scoop-top-mercury.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;/strong&gt; scoop top Mercury award'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109445460418721438</id><published>2004-09-05T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T01:59:41.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMAYANA</title><content type='html'>If we describe “RAMAYANA” in computer words, it will be like… &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;LAN, LAN ago, in the SYSTEM of I/O-dhya, there ruled a PROCESSOR named DOS-rat. Once he EXECUTED a great sacrifice PROGRAM after which his queens gave an OUTPUT of four SUNs – RAM, LS1man, BUG-rat and SED-rughana. RAM the eldest was a MICROCHIP with excellent MEMORY. His brothers, however, were only PERIPHERAL ICs. Once when RAM was only 16MB, he married princess ‘C’ta. 12 years passed and DOS-rat decided to INSTALL RAM as his successor. &lt;br /&gt;However, queen CIE/CAE (Kayekayee), who was once offered a boon by DOS-rat for a life saving HELP COMMAND, took this opportunity at the instigation of her BIOSed maid (a real plotter), and insisted that her son Bug-rat be INSTALLED and that RAM be BOOTED to the forest for 14 years. At this cruel and unexpected demand, a SURGE passed thru DOS-rat and he collapsed, power-less. RAM agreed to LOG INTO forest and ‘C’ta insisted to LOGIN with him. LS1-man was also resolved on LOGGING IN with his brother. The forest was the dwelling of SPARC-nakha, the TRANSISTOR of RAW-van, the PROCESSOR of LAN-ka. Attracted by RAM’s stature, she proposed that she marry him. RAM, politely declined. Perceiving ‘C’ta to be the SOURCE CODE of her distress, she hastened to kill her. Weeping, SPARC-nakha fled to LAN-ka, where RAW-van, moved by TRANSISTOR’s plight, approached his uncle MAR-icha. MAR-icha REPROGRAMMED himself into the form of a golden stag and drew RAM deep into the forest. Finally, tried of chase, RAM shot the deer, who, with his last breath, cried out desperately for LS1-man in RAM’s voice. Fooled by this VIRTUAL RAM SOUND, ‘C’ta urged LS1-man to his brother’s aid. Catching the opportunity, RAW-van DELINKED ‘c’ta from her LIBRARY and changed her ROOT DIRECTORY to LAN-ka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**extracted from NARAYANA ENGINEERING COLLEGE websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109445460418721438?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109445460418721438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109445460418721438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109445460418721438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109445460418721438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/09/ramayana.html' title='RAMAYANA'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109420120157631508</id><published>2004-09-03T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T01:53:21.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GMail  invitations</title><content type='html'>I have some GMail invitations. Any one wanting them can put up a comment here with ur email adds. The invitations are for free out of goodwill. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109420120157631508?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109420120157631508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109420120157631508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109420120157631508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109420120157631508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/09/gmail-invitations.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;GMail&lt;/strong&gt;  invitations'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109420089393872974</id><published>2004-09-03T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T01:41:33.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhoom</title><content type='html'>I saw the film Dhoom yesterday at Pru's home with Gowtham. It looks like the movie was made exclusively for those thrills only, the story is a weakling. No wonder it's not faring well. But the thrills were note-worthy, especially those with John Abraham on a bike. He looks really cool, but what he does finally with his bike is really stupid. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109420089393872974?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109420089393872974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109420089393872974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109420089393872974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109420089393872974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/09/dhoom.html' title='Dhoom'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109411867920262098</id><published>2004-09-02T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T01:27:18.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An ideal evening</title><content type='html'>Last night I saw the movie Pearl harbor for the tenth time and eventually went to bed late. The whole night I was having dreams of myself fighting a war, I woke up just in time before a bullet hit my head. &lt;br /&gt;Been speeding on the streets of Raj the whole yesterday evening with Gowtham on his bike; been to Archies gallery and few other shops searching for some posters. The traffic here is getting insane, looked like we were the target for every vehicle on the road.  After enjoying some really tasty road-side Mirchi bajjis, we went to Gowtham's home, watched TV for some time and I came bk home.&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll be going to the park today.&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/7875684-109411867920262098?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109411867920262098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109411867920262098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109411867920262098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109411867920262098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/09/ideal-evening.html' title='An ideal evening'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109403522526845481</id><published>2004-09-01T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T03:40:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Gmail !!!</title><content type='html'>Thnks to Kannan Pothi, I have a GMail account with 1 GB mailbox now.  I'm overjoyed.  But I'll be using the old accounts of Yahoo and hotmail until Google manages to clear all flaws from GMail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109403522526845481?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109403522526845481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109403522526845481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109403522526845481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109403522526845481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-got-gmail.html' title='I got Gmail !!!'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109395368885751877</id><published>2004-08-31T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T05:01:28.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.anyfun.net/pics/pics/comp12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hey!!   I don't have that key on my key board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109395368885751877?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109395368885751877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109395368885751877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109395368885751877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109395368885751877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/08/hey-i-dont-have-that-key-on-my-key.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109395341544564824</id><published>2004-08-31T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T04:56:55.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers for Dummies</title><content type='html'>This is how U can get a clear picture - &lt;a href="http://www.anyfun.net/pics/pics/comp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly recommend &lt;a href="http://www.anyfun.net/pics/pics/comp18.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS BOOK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for all new users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ENJOY COMPUTING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109395341544564824?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109395341544564824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109395341544564824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109395341544564824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109395341544564824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/08/computers-for-dummies.html' title='Computers for Dummies'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109386412644347826</id><published>2004-08-30T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T04:08:46.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>Finally the Olympics are over; have to wait for another 4 yrs. By then I’ll have completed my engineering. The closing ceremony was not that.. remarkable, though the firework display was spectacular. They cud have used a bit of laser displays and stuff like at Hyderabad for the Afro-Asian games last year. The Greek music at the ceremony was splendid.  I guess the next Olympics at Beijing are going to be really good. The Chinese have displayed some marvelous and praise-worthy gut this year, winning 31 golds second only to US with 35 golds, the year 2008 will see the Asian power dominating US and holding its flag high in its own soil. India will be hosting the Olympic games for the first time in the year 2016 at the city of Hyderabad, the capital of Andhra pradesh state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next bit of news is that, my college will be opening on the 23rd of Sep. So I have another 20 comfortable days at least. Meanwhile I have a lot of shopping to do for my hostel. I’ve been hanging out with my friends lately, been to my old college two days bk, had a nice chat with Phalguna bout Vampires (helping him finish an essay for his bros home work). Harsha called yester evening, we talked for a long time. He’s taking long term coaching at Hyd. for medical entrance, Looks like Hyd’s doin a bit of good for him, he managed to get a few girl friends in a remarkably short time of one month. &lt;br /&gt;That’s all… g2g…, I need to go the saloon for a hair-cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current music:  Spanish eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109386412644347826?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109386412644347826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109386412644347826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109386412644347826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109386412644347826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/08/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109367473771828682</id><published>2004-08-27T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T23:32:17.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GENERALLY RUDE THINGS TO SAY</title><content type='html'>~Any similarity between you and a human is purely coincidental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anyone who told you to be yourself couldn't have given you worse advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Are your parents siblings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~As an outsider, what do you think of the human race? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Calling you stupid would be an insult to stupid people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Did your parents ever ask you to run away from home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you'd had enough oxygen at birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Do you want people to accept you as you are or do you want them to like you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Don't you have a terribly empty feeling - in your skull? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Do you still love nature, despite what it did to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Don't you need a license to be that ugly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Every girl has the right to be ugly, but you abused the privilege!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Go ahead, tell them everything you know. It'll only take 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Have you considered suing your brains for non-support? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~He has a mind like a steel trap - always closed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~He is living proof that man can live without a brain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~He is the kind of a man that you would use as a blueprint to build an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~He's not stupid; he's possessed by a retarded ghost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Here's 20 cents. Call all your friends and bring back some change! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hi! I'm a human being! What are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'd like to see things from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I bet your brain feels as good as new, seeing that you've never used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I bet your mother has a loud bark! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I could make a monkey out of you, but why should I take all the credit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I don't consider you a vulture. I consider you something a vulture would eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I don't know what makes you so stupid, but it really works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I don't think you are a fool. But then what's MY opinion against thousands of others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I hear the only place you're ever invited is outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I hear you were born on a farm. Any more in the litter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I heard you got a brain transplant and the brain rejected you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I heard you went to have your head examined but the doctors found nothing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I know you are nobody's fool but maybe someone will adopt you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I thought of you all day today. I was at the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I would ask you how old you are but I know you can't count that high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'd like to help you out. Which way did you come in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'd like to leave you with one thought...but I'm not sure you have anywhere to put it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'd love to go out with you, but my favorite commercial is on TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'll never forget the first time we met - although I'll keep trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm busy now. Can I ignore you some other time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I've seen people like you before, but I had to pay admission! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If I ever need a brain transplant, I'd choose yours because I'd want a brain that had never been used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If we were to kill everybody who hates you, it wouldn't be murder; it would be genocide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If what you don't know can't hurt you, she's invulnerable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If you stand close enough to him, you can hear the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If your brain was chocolate it wouldn't fill an M&amp;M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Learn from your parents' mistakes - use birth control! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pardon me, but you've obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~So, a thought crossed your mind? Must have been a long and lonely journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Some day you will find yourself - and wish you hadn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~There is no vaccine against stupidity.&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/7875684-109367473771828682?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109367473771828682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109367473771828682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109367473771828682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109367473771828682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/08/generally-rude-things-to-say.html' title='GENERALLY RUDE THINGS TO SAY'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109359147609580754</id><published>2004-08-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:24:36.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've seen the movie 'NAA AUTOGRAPH'(telugu) yesterday. It wos such a sweet movie; the guy reminiscences his child hood brought up in the beautiful village Korukonda near Rajahmundry, continuing his studies at Kerala, growing in Vijayavada and eventually reaching the enormous Hyderabad where he works in an Ad agency as a director. He's a lucky guy to have got a girlfriend for each passing phase of his life. In a way the movie was inspiring; especially the character which Bhoomika donned to perfection. &lt;br /&gt;Have U ever wondered or cared to know why we Indians are the happiest people in the world; the one word answer is SECURITY which U get only from ur families. The song Mounamganee.... from the movie shows a whole lot of blind and disabled people performing, leaving aside their disability but holding on to their abilities; I cud see some people with tears in their eyes when the song was running. &lt;br /&gt;The moral which comes off the movie is something like this: "Ur destiny is decided by ur fate, which U have to accept and move along in the walk of life but never to forget ur friends and teachers who have been a part of ur life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109359147609580754?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109359147609580754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109359147609580754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109359147609580754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109359147609580754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-seen-movie-naa-autographtelugu.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109344517488432259</id><published>2004-08-25T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T07:46:14.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bk.....</title><content type='html'>Been to Pru's house this morning. He has the coolest music collection ever. I took only two Imation CDs so I cud copy only a few MP3s, some hindi ones and few english ones. I watched HomeAlone movie for the hundredth time in his house. The rest of the day I wasn't doing anything else except listening to those new MP3s. The ones from G-Shanker , Arjun , Brundavan colony and those of Anand were exceptionally good. I also copied Enigma , Enrique Escape , MTV Fantastic Females and few others which I don't have. &lt;br /&gt;I think Yahoo is gaining on MSN; They've got some exciting new features like Avatars, Audibles and other stuff. MSN is lagging behind, they have to come up with few novel features to ensure that they maintain their position. Did U see the new Yahoo messenger - it's so cool. I don't have to point out the 100MB mailbox which Yahoo came out with long bk, and just think how much is Hotmail's 2MB space before the giant. Of course MSN was telling for the last 3 months that its goin to upgrade to 250MB- but it never happenned till now. Wait until Google comes out with its much awaited G-mail with 1 GB mailbox; what will be the fate of MSN?  Already Rediff India and Yahoo China came out with 1GB mailboxes.&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/7875684-109344517488432259?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109344517488432259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109344517488432259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109344517488432259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109344517488432259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/08/bk.html' title='Bk.....'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109341012638561960</id><published>2004-08-24T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T22:02:06.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted any thing for two days. I think I'll put something in here when I return from Pru's house. And guess what, I'm goin to ride his monster bike today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109341012638561960?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109341012638561960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109341012638561960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109341012638561960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109341012638561960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109324419376676735</id><published>2004-08-22T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T00:00:43.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Manson......hmm.....interesting</title><content type='html'>Yo! guys U shd be listening to Marilyn Manson, I find them really interesting with their antichrist ideology. You can download the MP3s from  mp3raid.com . But be careful try not to get obsessed with MM's obscene lyrics; they have a way of holding on to ur head. Take a look at the following lyrics to get a taste of em.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.marilynmanson.com/manson/images/holy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISPOSABLE TEENS &lt;/strong&gt;• and I'm a black rainbow • and I'm an ape of god • I've got a face that's made for violence upon • and I'm a teen distortion • survived abortion • a rebel from the waist down • • I wanna thank you mom • I wanna thank you dad • for bringing this fucking world • to a bitter end • I never really hated the one true god • but the god of the people I hated • you said you wanted evolution • the ape was a great big hit • you say you want a revolution, man • and I say that you're full of shit • • The more that you fear us • the bigger we get • the more that you fear us • the bigger we get • and don't be surprised, don't be surprised • don't be surprised when we destroy all of it • • • • we're disposable teens • we're disposable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get more information at : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marilynmanson.com"&gt;marilynmanson.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109324419376676735?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109324419376676735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109324419376676735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109324419376676735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109324419376676735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/08/marilyn-mansonhmminteresting.html' title='Marilyn Manson......hmm.....interesting'/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875684.post-109315818328617425</id><published>2004-08-21T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T00:12:00.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitikeelu Renduvelu ( Windows 2000 ): </title><content type='html'>Here are some Windows related terms that are to be used in the Telugu version of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;strong&gt;Kitikeelu Renduvelu ( Windows 2000 )&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Failu = File&lt;br /&gt;2. Rakshinchandi = Save &lt;br /&gt;3. Ila Rakshinchandi = Save as &lt;br /&gt;4. Annintinee Rakshinchandi = Save All &lt;br /&gt;5. Kaapaadandi = Help &lt;br /&gt;6. Vetakandi = Find &lt;br /&gt;7. Mallee Vetakandi = Find Again &lt;br /&gt;8. Jarapandi = Move &lt;br /&gt;9. Tapaalaa= Mail &lt;br /&gt;10. Tapaalaa Bantrotu = Mailer &lt;br /&gt;11. Daggaragaa Choodandi = Zoom &lt;br /&gt;12. Doorangaa Choodandi = Zoom Out &lt;br /&gt;13. Teravandi = Open &lt;br /&gt;14. Mooseyyandi = Close &lt;br /&gt;15. Krotta = New &lt;br /&gt;16. Paata/Kataraa = Old &lt;br /&gt;17. Maarchiveyyandi = Replace &lt;br /&gt;18. Parigettandi/ Lagettandi = Run &lt;br /&gt;19. Mudrinchandi! = Print &lt;br /&gt;20. Choosinataruvaata Mudrinchandi = Print Preview &lt;br /&gt;21. Nakalu Cheyyandi /Kaapi =Copy &lt;br /&gt;22. Kattirinchandi / Chimpandi = Cut &lt;br /&gt;23. Atikinchandi = Paste &lt;br /&gt;24. Pratyekangaa Atikinchandi = Paste Special &lt;br /&gt;25. Tudicheyyandi/ Teesyyandi = Delete &lt;br /&gt;26. Choopu = View &lt;br /&gt;27. Panimutlu = Tools &lt;br /&gt;28. Panimutla Dabba = Toolbar &lt;br /&gt;29. Parachina Vistari = Spreadsheet &lt;br /&gt;30. Bayataku = Exit &lt;br /&gt;31. Chettu = Tree &lt;br /&gt;32. Daggaragaa Cherchandi = Compress &lt;br /&gt;33. Yeluka = mouse &lt;br /&gt;34. Tik Manipinchandi = Click &lt;br /&gt;35. Tik-Tik Manipinchandi = Double Click &lt;br /&gt;36. Ikkada nunci Akkada = Forward &lt;br /&gt;37. Jaarudu balla = Scrollbar &lt;br /&gt;38. Attachments = Anubandhakaalu. &lt;br /&gt;39. Home = Illu &lt;br /&gt;40. History = Charitra &lt;br /&gt;41. refresh = malli thyaru avandhi&lt;br /&gt;42. My favourites = naaku nachindhe&lt;br /&gt;43. search = vethukandi&lt;br /&gt;44.  .NET -- Valaku Bokka&lt;br /&gt;45. Varasalo Pettandi - Synchronize&lt;br /&gt;46. Internet Options - Antar-Vala Avakaasaalu &lt;br /&gt;47. Status Bar - Sthithi rekha &lt;br /&gt;48. Fonts - Aksharamulu &lt;br /&gt;49. Page Set-Up - Puta Perpudu &lt;br /&gt;50. Send - Pampinchandi &lt;br /&gt;51. Import and Export - Dhigumathulu Egumathulu &lt;br /&gt;52. Work Offline - Supthavastha lo Pani Cheyyandi &lt;br /&gt;53. Select - Ennukondi &lt;br /&gt;54. Select All - Annintinee Ennukondi &lt;br /&gt;55. Find (On this Page) - Ee puta lo vethakandi &lt;br /&gt;56. Messenger - Sambhashanala Yanthram/Sambhashini &lt;br /&gt;57. Chat Messenger - Sollu Sambhashanala Yanthram/Sambhashini &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional prompts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.MICROSOFT WINDOWS 2000 - ATISUKSHMA METTATI &lt;br /&gt;(microsoft) KITIKEELU (windows)AVRUTTI &lt;br /&gt;(version) RENDUVELU (2000)' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Double Click with the left mouse button ! [ELUKANU &lt;br /&gt;YEDAMA CHEVI MELI TIPPI RENDU PEEKANDI]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. GPF(GENERAL PROTECTION FAULT) - Sarvasaadharana &lt;br /&gt;Surakshanalo Gadabida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 'This program has performed an illegal operation - &lt;br /&gt;'Abort,Retry or Ignore' ? 'Ee karyakramam Akramamga Vyavaharinchindi  Aapeyyandi &lt;br /&gt;(abort), Marosaari Chesi choodandi (retry), Vadieyyandi  Daani maanaana Adey potundi (Ignore)' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. MICROSOFT POWERPOINT - 'AtiSukshma Mettati Shakti &lt;br /&gt;Bin duvu' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. MICROSOFT WORD 6 - 'AtiSukshma Shabdamu Aaru' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. MICROSOFT ACCESS - 'AtiSukshma Anumati' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. FOXPRO - 'Nakka baava / Jittulamaari Nakka' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. MICROSOFT VISUAL C++ - 'AtiSukshma Mettati Drusya C &lt;br /&gt;adhikam marinta adhikam' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. OFFICE 2000 - 'Karyalayamu rendu velu' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Internet Explorer - 'Antar-Vala Sanshodhakam' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Lotus Notes - ' Kamala Rekulu' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. ACCESS DENIED - 'Pravesam Ledu' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Sharing violation - pampakamulo avakathavaka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. running low on virtual memory - maayajaalapu gyapaka sakthi pai mellagaa parigeduthunnadi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. do u want windows to remember the password on this desktop - ee petti pai, kitiki ni mee chidambara rahasyamu ni gurthuku pettu ko mantaara? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. in future don't show this warning - bhavisyathu lo ee bedirimpu vaddu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Be ready to work in Telugu version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't it funny; found it in idlebrain.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875684-109315818328617425?l=phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/feeds/109315818328617425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875684&amp;postID=109315818328617425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109315818328617425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875684/posts/default/109315818328617425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phoenix-tearless.blogspot.com/2004/08/kitikeelu-renduvelu-windows-2000.html' title='Kitikeelu Renduvelu ( Windows 2000 ): '/><author><name>Phoenix Tearless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15547778129917403937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_psQdNZh08GU/TGraRmZa1kI/AAAAAAAAADw/kU6BI4ekycc/S220/phoenix2azw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
