<?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-17335430</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:21:32.759+05:30</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='பிரிவு'/><category term='funny reason for having girlfriend'/><category term='சிறுகதை'/><category term='கதை'/><category term='bindra'/><category term='Kavithai'/><category term='வருத்தம்'/><category term='funny'/><category term='what i see every day'/><category term='காதலி'/><category term='gold'/><category term='law and religion?'/><category term='சோகம்'/><category term='kathal'/><category term='கனவு'/><category term='my journey'/><category term='கவிதை'/><category term='காதல்'/><category term='சுதந்திரம்'/><title type='text'>NattuNadappu</title><subtitle type='html'>Ellarukkum Vannakam. 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Enna madiriye manda kanchi ponna nallavanga ellarum vandu jothila kalanthudunga.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-6388056312135421440</id><published>2010-06-08T06:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:06:48.224+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law and religion?'/><title type='text'>Should Law and Religion mix?</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write this post for quite sometime ever since I read this &lt;a href="http://ibnlive.in.com/news/muslim-mans-marriage-to-hindu-void-hc/115106-3.html"&gt;news article&lt;/a&gt;. The article about how a high court declared a Muslim man's marriage to a Hindu girl null and void based on the religious rule that the girl should convert to Islam before the marriage. The fact that the man already has a wife is not lost on me and would have appreciated the ruling if it was based on this fact.I completely respect the religious rules and wouldn't have had any concerns if the Islamic body had declared this marriage null and void based on their religious practice. The freedom of religion would very well apply here. But the law stating the marriage void based on a religious rule does not seem right to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens to freedom of religion the girl in question has here? Is the law forcing her to convert because she wanted to marry the man she loves?Suppose, someone is not following the rules of his/her religion, would the court rule that the person should not practice or claim to be from the religion?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen instances of caste discrimination all over the country. We are seeing honor killing in some parts of the country. Would the court rule all those marriages null and void just because a caste prohibits its people from marrying people from other castes? Isn't the basis of democracy is for a person to do what he wants to do as long as it is not against law and is exercising his free will? In this case, is the couple allowed to exercise their free will? Aren't we striving for a society where free will is not crushed in names of caste and religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am not against any religious rule as long as it does not discriminate or crush the freedom of a person, but is it the case here? Is this judgement in the right direction of religious freedom and free society?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-6388056312135421440?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6388056312135421440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=6388056312135421440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/6388056312135421440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/6388056312135421440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2010/06/should-law-and-religion-mix.html' title='Should Law and Religion mix?'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-3676867752202563310</id><published>2010-02-12T09:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:05:05.697+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny reason for having girlfriend'/><title type='text'>10 reasons why I should have a girlfriend!!!</title><content type='html'>10.  Because it is going to make your friends look at you with more respect. Imagine it like adopting a sad, lonely, cute looking puppy (the only thing i lack is tail, but again there are people who think the other way). Your friends will love you for your kind heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Because I am a little lazy (ok a lot lazy), immature, naughty guy. Having a girl friend will change all this and make me a better man (atleast in theory). One of the greatest acts of kindness is to change a guy like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Because I am great listener. You talk to me on the phone or in person for hours together and I wouldn’t say a word. Listening is something I do best (err, you might have to wake me a few times though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Because I am a very cool kind of guy. I am not gonna embarass you in front of your friends by calling you mushy names or by sending flowers and chocolates to your work place or wait hours outside your friend’s house to drop you when you have a all girls slumber party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Because you never have to worry that people might think that your boyfriend is a ‘fruit’ (non tamil speakers, ask your tamil friends what this means). I mean, I am not going to do fruity things like do pooja (not the girl you dimwits, the prayer in the temple) on your birthday or accompany you to temple every week or come to your friends marriage in complete formal wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Because I dont maintain the chocolate boy image with decent haircut, shave my face every week, wear clean clothes and wash my socks. who would want to be with a boring guy like that, duh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Because I am not going to let your friends think of me a geek. I mean I am not going to be geeky to help with your ipod, mobile and laptop problems. I do know my place and if it is okay with you I will give you the google search results for shops that repair these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Because I am not going to act stupid like coming to our meeting place before you and wait for you and not to make you wait. I mean, where are we? In the army?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Because I am not going to make you nervous by driving the bike at high speed in the ECR with you in the back. I will make sure that even your hair is not out of place by not driving at more than 20 k/hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because it is going to win you awards. Just imagine how happy the girls in this country would be if I have a girlfriend. It is going to stop from ogling at the girls like ‘pattikattan mittaikadai’ dialogue (well at least in theory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me. Is there any reason why I should not have a girl friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-3676867752202563310?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3676867752202563310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=3676867752202563310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/3676867752202563310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/3676867752202563310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-reasons-why-i-should-have-girlfriend.html' title='10 reasons why I should have a girlfriend!!!'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-8928125720357966893</id><published>2010-02-12T09:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:04:14.542+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kathal'/><title type='text'>காதல்</title><content type='html'>திரைபடத்தில் முத்தக்காட்சி வரும் பொழுது உன்னை பார்ப்பது&lt;br /&gt;உன் முத்ததிற்காக அல்ல&lt;br /&gt;சீ என்று சொல்லும் உன் வெட்கதிற்காக&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நான் சண்டைக்காரி, குழந்தை போல் அடம் பிடிப்பேன்&lt;br /&gt;என்னை ஏன் காதலிக்கிறாய் என்றாயே&lt;br /&gt;இன்னுமா புரியவில்லை ?&lt;br /&gt;இதனால்தான் உன்மீது பைத்தியமாய் இருக்கிறேன் என்று&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நான் உன்னுடன் சண்டை போடுவது கோவத்தினால் இல்லை&lt;br /&gt;சமாதானம் ஆகும் பொழுது உன் முகத்தில் தெரியும் காதலுக்காக&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-8928125720357966893?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8928125720357966893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=8928125720357966893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/8928125720357966893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/8928125720357966893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='காதல்'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-8325964569082766671</id><published>2010-01-02T05:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:09:53.163+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The Proposal</title><content type='html'>Today is the D-Day. Today is the day I am going to propose to her. And the place is the railway station where we first met. It was exactly two years ago and I still remember our first meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting for the train and I was talking to my friend who had gone to his native village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cmon da. This is not fair. What I am asking you to do is very simple. Why are giving stupid reasons like no time? You damn well know I love these next to Cam Diaz and Pam anderson. Have I asked you this before? Be a sport buddy. I just can’t resist the thean mittai (honey candy, a favorite sweet for most of us during our childhood) and you know very well that the one they sell in the city are not that good man. If you come back without them, I will never talk to you again’, saying this I disconnected the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then I realized that my vocal cords had worked extra time and everyone including the guy at ticket counter two storey’s down would have heard it. Quite a few people we laughing now and it didn’t really help me to see a very cute looking girl standing next to me laughing (obviously she heard everything standing next to me). Absolutely embarrassed, I went out of the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day in train, I could hear a lot giggles coming from behind me. Out of the blue, a voice shouted ‘Thean Mittai venuma? Totally dumbstruck, I turned slowly and found HER along with a few of her friends laughing at my expense. Completely embarrassed, I turned back. She was waiting for me when I alighted from the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sorry about my friends there? I didn’t expect them to behave like this”, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s ok. No problem. BTW my name is Sarathy”, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, am I supposed to tell you my name?’ she said teasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, even though you are a sweet girl, I don’t think it would be nice if I go around calling you Thean Mittai’, I said with a sly smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man, you are unbelievable” she said laughing and our friendship started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been two years now and I started loving her a year ago. There were times when I had wanted to blurt my feeling out, but just couldn’t do it. But it’s time now. Her parents want her to get married and I have to express my true feelings to her. That’s why I am waiting for her in the same station where we met the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi da. Sorry for being late. The traffic is unbearable man.  Anyways, my parents have got an alliance for me. The guy looks good and has a good job. I am confused da. What do you say?” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will you marry me?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reacted the same way Mallika Sherawat would reach if was asked only wear sarees in a whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are joking, right?” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the look on my face said it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen”, I said, “don’t mistake me. I know you for two years now and I think we would make a wonderful pair. Sorry for telling this so suddenly, but I just couldn’t bare it anymore’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need time”, she said and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am walking down the street wondering what went wrong. My worst fear was not rejection, but losing her friendship. And she called…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen”, she said “I will call today evening. But you got to promise me something” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?” I asked with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should not name our kid after Cam Diaz or Pam Anderson”, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, will talk to you in the evening “, I said and disconnected the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me. Whoa, did she just talk about naming our kids? Man, you are one absolute log head, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her immediately and asked “Where are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where do you think I will be?” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started running towards the station and there she was sitting in the same place where we met wearing the same dress she wore that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey. Would be angry at me if name our kid Thean Mittai?” and we both started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This is story I posted in my company's internal blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-8325964569082766671?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8325964569082766671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=8325964569082766671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/8325964569082766671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/8325964569082766671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2010/01/proposal.html' title='The Proposal'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-663436889996321547</id><published>2009-11-26T21:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:41:29.963+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i see every day'/><title type='text'>Yet Another Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I have just jotted down what I see everyday when I go to office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I am, walking down the fire exit starting off to the office on yet another morning. As I exit the apartment building through the car park, I see her again today in the same place, smoking. I see this girl/lady everyday (I find it difficult to guess the age of the US women :)). She works in the Italian restaurant in my apartment. I see her smoking at the same time every morning with the same resigned expression on her face (It took me a few days to finally define her expression as being resigned). Immediately I start thinking as why she has that expression on her face. Is it because she feels that her life is not good and nothing can be done about it or is she one of the people who have faced so much hardships in life that they surrender themselves to life? I can only wonder!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I cross the road, I see the same group of people standing under the building. Is it some kind of employment office which helps them find a job or is it some kind of community center for these people (who are from the same country). What happens in this building every day? Are these people really happy and joyful as they appear or is it just a mask? I can only wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I walk towards the bus stop, the elderly lady is already there. I am completely amazed by her. She would be definitely 70 and is still working. I see her at the bus stop when I reach there (FYI, I reach there by 6.45, guess she comes even before that). When I see her, there are two things that run through my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. The confidence and self respect of not just this elderly woman, but a lot of elderly people here in the US. I also respect and admire the elderly friendly policy the government has. It just hurts to see the way elders are treated in our country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. At the same time, I wonder every day as to why she is still working? Is it because she is all alone without any family or has her family abandoned her? Reminds me of our own country and culture where the elderly have an option to live peacefully with their family (at least in most cases)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is this gentleman who is employed with my customer. I might be completely wrong here, but I have a strong feeling that he is not exactly happy with us being here, taking away their jobs (technically speaking) or it might be just me bringing the worst out of people ;) Finally, how can I not mention Cindy? This lady somewhere in her mid thirties is BLESSED. No matter what time of the day, she will always be a big genuine smile on her face. I strongly feel that her smile emanates from her heart. She is one of those people who bring the warmth right out of their heart. She is an absolute inspiration to me on how to make friends even with people who are from a different country/religion. Ha, finally the bus enters the driveway into the office. Out of the 30 minute drive, the last 2 minutes down the driveway is my most favorite part. My office is surrounded by forest. Nope, I am not joking. I am completely serious (in faces bears have been spotted near the office). Well, the bus has stopped. Yet another day to spend with the usual calls, meetings and trouble shooting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-663436889996321547?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/663436889996321547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=663436889996321547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/663436889996321547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/663436889996321547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2009/11/yet-another-day.html' title='Yet Another Day!!'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-1292929670016976257</id><published>2008-09-28T08:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:27:56.144+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='சிறுகதை'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='கனவு'/><title type='text'>கனவு</title><content type='html'>"திருடண்டா நீ"&lt;br /&gt;"யாரு நானா? நான் என்னடி பண்ணினேன்"&lt;br /&gt;"தெரியாத மாதிரி கேக்காத. நீ திருடினது என்னனு உனக்கு தெரியாதா?"&lt;br /&gt; "சத்தியமா இந்த chocolatea நான் காசு கொடுத்துதான் வாங்கினேன்.&lt;br /&gt;என்ன நம்பு"&lt;br /&gt;"ரொம்ப சாமர்த்தியமா பேசறதா நினைப்பா உனக்கு? இந்த பேச்சுக்கெல்லாம் யாரும் மயங்க மாட்டங்க தெரியும்ல"&lt;br /&gt;"அப்படியா, அப்ப நீ மட்டும் எப்படி மயங்கின?"&lt;br /&gt;"என்ன பண்றது. காதலுக்கு கண் இல்லையே"&lt;br /&gt;"கரெக்ட். எனக்கும் கண் இல்லாம போய்டுச்சே"&lt;br /&gt;"போடா. வேணும்னா அந்த குதிரை வால் ரேகா கிட்டயே போ"&lt;br /&gt;"நான் என்ன மாட்டேனா சொல்றேன். ஊருக்குள்ள எல்லாருக்கும் நம்மள பத்தி தெரிஞ்சி போச்சே. நான் என்ன பண்றது?"&lt;br /&gt;"அட பாவி, இப்பவே இப்படி பேசறியே. கல்யாணத்துக்கு அப்புறம் என்ன சொல்லுவியோ நீ. உன்ன நம்பினது என்னோட தப்பு"&lt;br /&gt;"ச்சே ச்சே அப்டில்லாம் இல்லடா செல்லம். சும்மா விளையாட்டுக்கு சொன்னேன். கல்யாணத்துக்கு அப்புறம் உனக்கு சாக்லேட் கிடையாது. ஏன்னு தெரியுமா?"&lt;br /&gt;"ஏன்டா??"&lt;br /&gt;"ஏனா ஸ்வீட் இருக்குனு எறும்பு கடிச்சா என்ன பண்றது. இப்பவும் பாரு ஒட்டிகிட்டு இருக்கு."&lt;br /&gt;"எங்கடா?? "&lt;br /&gt;"இரு அத கையால எடுக்க முடியாது. அதனால…."&lt;br /&gt;"டேய் பொறுக்கி. சீ போடா……."&lt;br /&gt;அவன் அவள் அருகில் நெருங்குகையில்&lt;br /&gt;"Major, its time to move sir" &lt;br /&gt;மூன்று வருட காதலுக்கு பிறகு, திருமணத்திற்கு நான்கு நாட்கள் மட்டும் இருந்த சமயம் திவிரவாத தாக்குதலில் அவள் பலியான பிறகு, தன் வேலையை விட்டு விட்டு, தன் கனவு கருகியதை போல் வேறு யார் கனவும் கலையக்கூடாது என்பதற்காக ராணுவத்தில் சேர்ந்து திவிரவாதிகளை வேட்டையாடும் சிறப்பு படையின் தலைவன் மேஜர் சரவணன், தனது அடுத்த வேட்டைக்கு புறப்பட்டான். கண்கள் நிறைய கனவோடு காத்திருக்கும் பலரின் கனவை காக்கும் கனவோடு.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-1292929670016976257?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1292929670016976257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=1292929670016976257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/1292929670016976257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/1292929670016976257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_928.html' title='கனவு'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-8778498295450371528</id><published>2008-09-28T08:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:25:28.317+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='காதல்'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='பிரிவு'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='சோகம்'/><title type='text'>அத்த மக</title><content type='html'>ஆத்தோரம் அலையடிக்க அரசமர காத்தடிக்க&lt;br /&gt;ஊர் குருவி பாட்டு&lt;br /&gt;படிக்குதுநெஞ்செல்லாம் உன்&lt;br /&gt;நெனவாநெனப்பெல்லாம் உன் முகமா&lt;br /&gt;நானும் தவம்&lt;br /&gt;கெடக்கஅண்ணாந்து பாக்காம அடி அடியா போறவளே&lt;br /&gt;அத்த மக ரத்தினமே&lt;br /&gt;ஆத்தோரம் வளந்திருக்கும் அரளிச்செடிய கொளுத்தினது போல&lt;br /&gt;நெஞ்சோரம் பொதச்சிருந்த கனவையெல்லாம் கொளுத்திவிட்டு&lt;br /&gt;புருசனோட போறவளே&lt;br /&gt;விடியலுக்குள்ள சேதி வரும்&lt;br /&gt;உயிரே, உன்ன பிரிஞ்சு வாழும் உடம்ப வந்து பாரு&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-8778498295450371528?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8778498295450371528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=8778498295450371528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/8778498295450371528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/8778498295450371528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_28.html' title='அத்த மக'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-3960938712273002789</id><published>2008-09-27T09:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:53:59.325+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='கனவு'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='கதை'/><title type='text'>கனவு</title><content type='html'>"திருடண்டா நீ"&lt;br /&gt;"யாரு நானா? நான் என்னடி பண்ணினேன்"&lt;br /&gt;"தெரியாத மாதிரி கேக்காத. நீ திருடினது என்னனு உனக்கு தெரியாதா?"&lt;br /&gt;"சத்தியமா இந்த chocolatea நான் காசு கொடுத்துதான் வாங்கினேன்.&lt;br /&gt;என்ன நம்பு"&lt;br /&gt;"ரொம்ப சாமர்த்தியமா பேசறதா நினைப்பா உனக்கு? இந்த பேச்சுக்கெல்லாம் யாரும் மயங்க மாட்டங்க தெரியும்ல"&lt;br /&gt;"அப்படியா, அப்ப நீ மட்டும் எப்படி மயங்கின?"&lt;br /&gt;"என்ன பண்றது. காதலுக்கு கண் இல்லையே"&lt;br /&gt;"கரெக்ட். எனக்கும் கண் இல்லாம போய்டுச்சே"&lt;br /&gt;"போடா. வேணும்னா அந்த குதிரை வால் ரேகா கிட்டயே போ"&lt;br /&gt;"நான் என்ன மாட்டேனா சொல்றேன். ஊருக்குள்ள எல்லாருக்கும் நம்மள பத்தி தெரிஞ்சி போச்சே. நான் என்ன பண்றது?"&lt;br /&gt;"அட பாவி, இப்பவே இப்படி பேசறியே. கல்யாணத்துக்கு அப்புறம் என்ன சொல்லுவியோ நீ. உன்ன நம்பினது என்னோட தப்பு"&lt;br /&gt;"ச்சே ச்சே அப்டில்லாம் இல்லடா செல்லம். சும்மா விளையாட்டுக்கு சொன்னேன். கல்யாணத்துக்கு அப்புறம் உனக்கு சாக்லேட் கிடையாது. ஏன்னு தெரியுமா?"&lt;br /&gt;"ஏன்டா??"&lt;br /&gt;"ஏனா ஸ்வீட் இருக்குனு எறும்பு கடிச்சா என்ன பண்றது. இப்பவும் பாரு ஒட்டிகிட்டு இருக்கு."&lt;br /&gt;"எங்கடா?? "&lt;br /&gt;"இரு அத கையால எடுக்க முடியாது. அதனால…."&lt;br /&gt;"டேய் பொறுக்கி. சீ போடா……."&lt;br /&gt;அவன் அவள் அருகில் நெருங்குகையில்&lt;br /&gt;"Major, its time to move sir"&lt;br /&gt;மூன்று வருட காதலுக்கு பிறகு, திருமணத்திற்கு நான்கு நாட்கள் மட்டும் இருந்த சமயம் திவிரவாத தாக்குதலில் அவள் பலியான பிறகு, தன் வேலையை விட்டு விட்டு, தன் கனவு கருகியதை போல் வேறு யார் கனவும் கலையக்கூடாது என்பதற்காக ராணுவத்தில் சேர்ந்து திவிரவாதிகளை வேட்டையாடும் சிறப்பு படையின் தலைவன் மேஜர் சரவணன், தனது அடுத்த வேட்டைக்கு புறப்பட்டான். கண்கள் நிறைய கனவோடு காத்திருக்கும் பலரின் கனவை காக்கும் கனவோடு.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-3960938712273002789?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3960938712273002789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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அறிந்தேன்&lt;br /&gt;உடலை விட்டு உயிர் பிரிந்தால் பிணமாம்!!!உன்னை பிரிந்து உயிர் வாழும் நான்?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-1228957449929997395?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1228957449929997395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=1228957449929997395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/1228957449929997395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/1228957449929997395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_11.html' 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கடவுளும் உன்னை பார்த்த பின்புதான்&lt;br /&gt;எங்களுக்கு தரிசனம் தருகிறார்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;என்றும் முறைக்கும் பூக்காரி இன்று சிரிக்கிறாள்&lt;br /&gt;நான் ரோஜா ஒன்று வாங்கியதும்&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-1432060678781721467?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1432060678781721467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=1432060678781721467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/1432060678781721467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/1432060678781721467'/><link 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/&gt;உலகின் இரு துருவங்கள் போல் இருந்த நம்மை&lt;br /&gt;இணைத்தது காதலா??&lt;br /&gt;அல்லது இணைய வேண்டும் என்று நாம் எடுத்த முடிவிற்கு&lt;br /&gt;பழி ஏற்றது காதலா?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-6331525084864470527?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6331525084864470527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=6331525084864470527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/6331525084864470527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/6331525084864470527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233795303346050226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/SKItGTsMlLI/AAAAAAAAAjc/O-J0rOhqMu8/s320/bindra.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நீ துப்பாகியில் நிரப்பியது தோட்டாக்கள் அல்ல &lt;br /&gt;பல கோடி இந்தியர்களின் ஏக்கத்தினை&lt;br /&gt;நீ வீழ்த்தியது பிற நாட்டவர்களை அல்ல&lt;br /&gt;நம் நாட்டை பிடித்திருந்த அவமானத்தை&lt;br /&gt;நீ வென்றது தங்கத்தை அல்ல&lt;br /&gt;நூறு கோடி இந்தியர்களின் மனதை&lt;br /&gt;தேசத்தை தலை நிமிர வைத்தவன் நீ&lt;br /&gt;தேசமே உனக்குத் தலை வணக்கும், தங்க மகனே !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-7948535173073582881?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7948535173073582881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-5773778304657240196</id><published>2008-08-10T17:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:17:33.927+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>நம்பிக்கை</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/SJ7Ukg2hDrI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eV7vDR8uz3E/s1600-h/pic19815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232853540810067634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/SJ7Ukg2hDrI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eV7vDR8uz3E/s320/pic19815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;இந்த Beijing Olympics இந்த படத்தை பார்த்ததுமே நமக்குள்ள (அதாவது எனக்குள்ள) இருக்கும் கற்பனை குதிரை தறிகெட்டு ஓட ஆரம்பிச்சது. அதோட விளைவுதான் இந்த அற்புத கவிதை&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"தெரு விளக்கின் மேல் நின்று வேடிக்கை பார்கிறார்கள்&lt;br /&gt;அவர்கள் நாட்டு வீரர்கள் பரிசு வெல்வார்கள் என்ற நம்பிக்கையில்&lt;br /&gt;ஆனால் அவர்களுக்குத் தெரியாது&lt;br /&gt;நம் நாட்டு வீரர்கள் வாழ்வதே தெரு விளக்கின் கீழ்தான் என்று!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;இந்த கவிதைய படிச்சு முடிச்சிட்டு கல், முட்டை, தக்காளி இதெல்லாம் தேட கூடாது சொல்லிட்டேன். பேச்சு பேசத்தான் இருக்கனும்&lt;br /&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/17335430-5773778304657240196?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5773778304657240196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=5773778304657240196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/5773778304657240196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/5773778304657240196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='நம்பிக்கை'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/SJ7Ukg2hDrI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eV7vDR8uz3E/s72-c/pic19815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-114782734019606678</id><published>2006-05-17T06:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-17T06:25:40.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its time to change</title><content type='html'>Scene 1: Cricket match cancelled bcoz of rain even though the board knows that its rainy season and no refunds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction in TN : Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Other states     : They raise hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2: Set top box introduced and still in place in TN, only in chennai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction in TN : Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Other states     : They raise hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3: Arjun  singh announces  more quota system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction in TN : Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Other states     : They raise hell     &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene n : Something which affects the people happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction in TN : Still sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Other states     : They get what they want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is dat d people of TN, never fight for their rites. Is it bcoz, v r used to it or r  v trying maintain an image of sophistication??? Only time vil answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-114782734019606678?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114782734019606678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=114782734019606678&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114782734019606678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114782734019606678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-time-to-change.html' title='Its time to change'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-114757534125707245</id><published>2006-05-14T08:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-14T08:25:41.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tough time ahead!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, the elections are finally over and MK has come out smelling roses. However, the question is how long bfore the thorns come into picture. MK might have won the election and formed the Govt., but he still has a long way to go. I think he will be using all his political expertise in these five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amma might be out of  St.George's  fort, but she will be back with a vengenance.  The AIADMK has emerged as a very strong opposition in this election. She will be ready to bounce back to power as soon as possible. The main problem MK will face is his party's relationship with Congress. The Congress has formed Govt. in central and pondy and the DMK forming Govt. in TN. Well, this probably will become a classic example for a political deadlock. Imagine what amma will say if the MK Govt. fails to bring any good scheme to TN. She will have a blast asking MK why his Govt. can't do anything with 13 ministers in the center. MK will have to put in a very good balance act to maintain his relation with the congress in state and center and at the same time save his Govt.  from criticism. I think this tenure will bring in the best political moves from MK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-114757534125707245?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114757534125707245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=114757534125707245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114757534125707245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114757534125707245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/tough-time-ahead.html' title='Tough time ahead!!!!!'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-114688301871752161</id><published>2006-05-06T08:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:06:58.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its all in the game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/bestpic.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/17335430-114587053371068021?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114587053371068021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=114587053371068021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114587053371068021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114587053371068021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-picture-ever-taken.html' title='Best picture ever taken'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-114532901773477471</id><published>2006-04-18T08:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-18T08:26:57.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the link below and u vil be amazed to see a web site which absolutely looks like the windows operating system. Plz take time to see the resume of the guy who created this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://omar.mvps.org/"&gt;http://omar.mvps.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-114532901773477471?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114532901773477471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=114532901773477471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114532901773477471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114532901773477471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/04/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-114494774831575219</id><published>2006-04-13T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:32:28.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tamil New Year</title><content type='html'>Please copy and paste the following in your browser's address bar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;javascript:function reverse() { var inp = "navallaN\n,sehsiW htiW\n \nRAEY WEN LIMAT YPPAH\nLAKKUHTHZAV UDNAHTUP LIMAT AYINI NE"; var outp = ""; for (i = 0; i &lt;= inp.length; i++) { outp = inp.charAt (i) + outp ; } alert(outp) ;}; reverse();&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-114494774831575219?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114494774831575219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=114494774831575219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114494774831575219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114494774831575219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-tamil-new-year.html' title='Happy Tamil New Year'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-114491243499947477</id><published>2006-04-13T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-13T12:43:55.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Article From Times Of India.....MUST READ !!!</title><content type='html'>It was shocking that the Indian government spent Rs. 40 crores on the Bollywood stars for an eleven-minute show at the recently concluded Commonwealth games in Melbourne. If the government had spent even a fraction of that amount on the athletes who participated in the event then we would have had some more medals in our Kitty. It is really shameful that the government gives step motherly treatment to the sports and sportsmen and spends crores on Bollywood actors that has no connection with sports world at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen our national hockey players bathing in a railway yard and being stashed in a second-class railway compartment when they were traveling for a hockey tournament. The sportspersons participating in Olympics and Common wealth games are paid peanuts and the sport facilities are pathetic. Even the medal winners at the Commonwealth games will not receive even one percent of what Bollywood stars like Priyanka Chopra and Lara Dutt got (one crore each) for simply waving to the crowds. And the so-called face of Indian cinema Aishwarya Rai's fake patriotism was exposed when she boasted of performing at the ceremony just for patriotic reasons. And what was the cost of this patriotism – a cool Rs.3 Crore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood actors do not even represent India but the sportspersons do and they are the ones who are more eligible for receiving large amount and not some dumb actresses like Aishwarya Rai, whose only qualification is her good face. Now there is every reason to believe that Aishwarya Rai might also be charging hefty fees for indulging in other social causes.   Can't our Bollywood stars perform free of charge for India even for eleven minutes? The government would have definitely spent on their stay and travel expenses and it was not even the case where the Bollywood stars had to incur a loss by rejecting a movie offer for performing at the event. The Government should get their priorities right and instead of wasting money on Bollywood stars they should spend money on improving the sports infrastructure, the training facilities for sportspersons and increasing their fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organizer of the event, Mr. Viraf Sarkar of Wizcraft says that Bollywood stars were showcasing our country. He should know that Bollywood is not India. And if he wanted to showcase our country then he should have had people from different fields and not just from Bollywood. And if the government is thinking that they can attract spectators by displaying Bollywood actors in the ceremony then they are seriously undermining the sports lovers in India. A sport lover would always go for Commonwealth games whether Bollywood endorses it or not. There is nothing wrong if Bollywood actors are used for publicity but there could be no justification for spending 40 crores on them when the sportspersons are being poorly paid and leading a pathetic life.   Such poor sports administration has been the bane for our sports culture for decades. I hope that the Indian government and the sports minister look into the matter and ensure that this kind of money wastage does not recur. It is high time that the politicians and officials are thrown out from sports bodies and are replaced by retired, outstanding sportspersons and able administrators who know something about sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have politicians like Suresh Kalmadi at the helm when he has done nothing good for the sports all these years?   Finally, Bollywood stars like Aishwarya Rai, Rani Mukherjee, Saif Ali Khan, etc should stop talking about patriotism and their love for India when all they do is sell their soul and patriotism for money. They are nothing but mercenaries and the sports administrators are nothing but idiots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://o3.indiatimes.com/amjadkmaruf/archive/2006/04/09/599366.aspx"&gt;http://o3.indiatimes.com/amjadkmaruf/archive/2006/04/09/599366.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-114491243499947477?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114491243499947477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=114491243499947477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114491243499947477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/114491243499947477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/04/article-from-times-of-indiamust-read.html' title='Article From Times Of India.....MUST READ !!!'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-114083306042546656</id><published>2006-02-25T07:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:34:20.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best Pictutres - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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color: black;"&gt;A lot of people know how to write a resume and talk their way into an interview. But when they get into the make or break dialogue, they stumble upon tough questions. Below, is some advice on approaching the tough questions that interviewers like to throw at job applicants: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Why did you leave your last job? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Real answer: It sucked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;What you should say: I felt my talents and abilities were underutilized. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What are your biggest weaknesses? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Real answer: I can't concentrate for more than five minutes, hate all forms of authority and tend to fall asleep at my desk. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;What you should say: I'm a workaholic. I just don't know when to put down my work. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;You don't seem to hold on to a job long. Why should we think you'll stay here any longer than you've stayed elsewhere? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Real answer: My employers have always had a hang-up about keeping only competent employees.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;What you should say: I'm at a point in my career where I am tired of moving around. I really want to feel part of a team, a long-term enterprise, where I can make a contribution. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;How do you handle change? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Real answer: I deal with it everyday, unless I'm out of clean underwear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;What you should say: I think everyone knows that today the only constant is change. I thrive on it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;How do you get along with others? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Real answer: Fine, as long as they stay out of my face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;What you should say: I think the interpersonal dynamics of the workplace can be among the most satisfying aspects of any job. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What does the word failure mean to you? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Real answer: It means I continue to collect unemployment insurance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;What you should say: Failure? I'm sorry; I don't know what you mean. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;That word is not in my vocabulary. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Do you get along with your current boss? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Real answer: I get along fine, considering what kind of a malicious person he is. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;What you should say: I don't think I'd call him a boss; he's been more of a mentor to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Do you ever get angry with co-workers? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Real answer: I don't get angry, I get even. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;What you should say: Nothing angers me more than to see a co-worker not pulling his weight, goofing off or stealing. Yes, sometimes I do get angry with co-workers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Can I contact your references? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Real answer: Sure, but they won't know who I am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;What you should say: Some of them are out of the country right now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Maybe I can arrange to have them contact you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113971214982061596?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113971214982061596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113971214982061596&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113971214982061596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113971214982061596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-face-interview.html' title='How to face an Interview'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113841193970882086</id><published>2006-01-28T07:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:02:19.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nice Onessssss</title><content type='html'>#Sign on a  railway station at Patna:&lt;br /&gt;Aana free, jaana  free,&lt;br /&gt;pakde gaye to khana free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#  Seen on a famous beauty parlor in Bombay:&lt;br /&gt;Don't whistle at the girl going out from here.&lt;br /&gt;She may be your grandmother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Seen on a  bulletin board:&lt;br /&gt;Success is  relative&lt;br /&gt;More the success, more the relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Sign at a  barber's saloon in Juhu, Bombay:&lt;br /&gt;we need your  heads to run our business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# A traffic  slogan:&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your kids drive if they are not old enough - or else they never will  be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#THE BEST ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its God's responsibility to forgive the terrorist organizations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's our responsibility to arrange the meeting between them and god."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Indian Armed Forces  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113841193970882086?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113841193970882086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113841193970882086&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113841193970882086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113841193970882086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/nice-onessssss.html' title='Nice Onessssss'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113824062444441715</id><published>2006-01-26T07:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:27:04.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally Got It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/image001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a long wait, i have got a job in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CTS&lt;/span&gt;. Joined last week and my training starts next week. This year has started well for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113824062444441715?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113824062444441715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113824062444441715&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113824062444441715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113824062444441715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally-got-it.html' title='Finally Got It'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113759645673164694</id><published>2006-01-18T20:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-19T06:50:14.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is Life</title><content type='html'>Too good… Take time and read...&lt;br /&gt;Year 2005He and She are engaged. Both are working in Bangalore, while their parents are at Chennai. They are going by the same train to Chennai. Incidentally, the first time they are traveling togetherTime 10:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Ivlo seekram station vandaachu. Naan usual aa 10.45 train kku, 10.30 kku dhaan varuven&lt;br /&gt;He: Naan direct aa cantonment la dhaan eruven&lt;br /&gt;She: He heHe: Seri adha vidu. Water bottle vaangindu varen&lt;br /&gt;She: Seri&lt;br /&gt;He comes back in 2 minutes, catching his breath&lt;br /&gt;She: Yaen ippadi odi vare? Porumaya varalaam la?&lt;br /&gt;He: Illai ma. Nee thaniya irukke illa. Adhaan&lt;br /&gt;She: Ayye. Idhaan first time naan yaar koodayavadhu poren. Usually naan thaniya dhaan varuven&lt;br /&gt;He: Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;She: Seri train la yeralaam vaa&lt;br /&gt;They get into the train&lt;br /&gt;She: Side upper, side lower aa book panne?&lt;br /&gt;He: Aaamam. So that we can talk for sometime. Matha berth la yerina udane ellarum thoongiduvaanga&lt;br /&gt;She: Adhuvum seri dhaan&lt;br /&gt;Train starts&lt;br /&gt;She: Adutha varusham, idhe neram we will be going to Chennai for our first pongal after marriage&lt;br /&gt;He holds She’s hand tightly, and gives her one Cadburys temptation chocolate&lt;br /&gt;She: So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;She splits the chocolate into smaller bits, and feeds he the first bit&lt;br /&gt;He: You know what? Naan nenachi kooda paakale. That I will fall head over heels for someone.&lt;br /&gt;She: Same here da&lt;br /&gt;By this time, almost all passengers are asleep. And someone tells He to talk slowly since he is too loud&lt;br /&gt;He: vaa. Door kitta polaamHe and she are the door. He opens the door, and they sit at the steps&lt;br /&gt;She: Yappa. Kulurarudhu.&lt;br /&gt;He puts his hand over she’s shoulder. After some sweet nothings for some 1 hr, they get in and sleep(Ofcourse at their respective berths)&lt;br /&gt;Year 2006.He and She are nmarried for 9 months by nowHe and she get into the train.&lt;br /&gt;She: Endha berth?&lt;br /&gt;He: Rendume upper berth. No disturbance&lt;br /&gt;She: Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;He: Seri. Thanni bottle kodu&lt;br /&gt;She: Station la vaangikalaam nu kelambachaye sonnenla&lt;br /&gt;He: Munnadiye solla vendiyadhu dhaane! Ippo paar train kelamba innum 5 nnimisham dhaan irukku&lt;br /&gt;She: masa masa nnu pesinda irundha andha 5 nimisham kooda irukaadhu&lt;br /&gt;He: cha!&lt;br /&gt;He runs and gets the water bottle, just when the train starts She yawns and says&lt;br /&gt;She: Seri. Naan thoonga poren.&lt;br /&gt;He: Ok&lt;br /&gt;After the TTR checks the tickets, he also gets into his berth and tries to sleep. He is not able to sleep after a while, due to some conversation happening below.He turns towards the couple in the side-upper and side-lower berth&lt;br /&gt;He: Excuse me. If you don’t mind, konjam medhuva pesareengaLa. We all are sleeping here!&lt;br /&gt;The side-upper, side lower couple walk towards the door&lt;br /&gt;);&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113759645673164694?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113759645673164694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113759645673164694&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113759645673164694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113759645673164694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-life.html' title='This is Life'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113755749247484501</id><published>2006-01-18T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:41:32.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Example for Kadalai!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>He calls She&lt;br /&gt;She: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;He: What u doing?&lt;br /&gt;She: Ippo dhaan saaptu mudichen. Sir enna pannitu irukaaru?&lt;br /&gt;He: Ippo dhaan 'Suttum vizhi sudare' paatu paathen Sun Music la&lt;br /&gt;She: Nalla paatu.&lt;br /&gt;(And then she hums the line 'mazhai azhagha veyil azhagha')&lt;br /&gt;He: hey!!!!Nee ivlo nalla paaduviya&lt;br /&gt;She: *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;He: Hey. Innoru vaati paadaen&lt;br /&gt;She: En room mates ellam thoongita. Ava bayandhuduva&lt;br /&gt;He: Come on! Please!&lt;br /&gt;She: Poada. I don't sing that well&lt;br /&gt;He: It was really sweet. Please paaden&lt;br /&gt;She: Enakku odd aa irukku da&lt;br /&gt;He: Idhula ennama irukku. Nalla paadare.&lt;br /&gt;She: Nee dhaan sollanum&lt;br /&gt;He: Ippo paaduviya maatiya?&lt;br /&gt;She: yaenda paduththare&lt;br /&gt;He: Sigh! Ok&lt;br /&gt;She: I don't have that great voice&lt;br /&gt;He: hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;She: Seri. Ivlo kaekkare. Unakaaga ore oru stanza paadaren&lt;br /&gt;He: Great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She: Endha paatu paadatum?&lt;br /&gt;He: Hmmmm. 'un perai sonnale' from dum dum dum?&lt;br /&gt;She: Nice song. But enakku lyrics gnabagam illai&lt;br /&gt;He: Chinna chinna aasai?&lt;br /&gt;She: Illai indha paate paadaren&lt;br /&gt;He: Cool&lt;br /&gt;(She clears her throat, hums a line and then)&lt;br /&gt;She: Illai vendaam. Am feeling very shy!&lt;br /&gt;He: Paadu she paadu. Un isai endra inba vellathil neendha odoadi vandhaennai yemtradhe she. Paadu&lt;br /&gt;She: Galatta panre paathiya&lt;br /&gt;He: No no. Nee shy aa feel panre illaiya. Trying to make u cool&lt;br /&gt;She: Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;He: please paadaen&lt;br /&gt;She: naaLaikku paadatumaaa?&lt;br /&gt;He: Seri maa. Unakku eppadi thonaradho appadiye pannu&lt;br /&gt;She: Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;He: Good night&lt;br /&gt;She: Good night&lt;br /&gt;After a while She calls He&lt;br /&gt;She: Thoonigitya&lt;br /&gt;He: Illai ma. Match paathundu irundhen&lt;br /&gt;She: Seri. Nee match paaru&lt;br /&gt;He: Hey. Its ok. Pazhaya match dhaan.&lt;br /&gt;She: Illai. Did u feel bad I didn't sing?&lt;br /&gt;(Since it is a tricky question, He thinks for a while)&lt;br /&gt;He: Bad appadinu solla maaten. But I want you to be comfortable first.naaLaikku paadaren sonne illa. So me waiting&lt;br /&gt;She sings 1 stanza from the song&lt;br /&gt;He: Wow. Too good!&lt;br /&gt;She: Poarum. I know how kevalam my voice is&lt;br /&gt;He: Hey you really sing well.&lt;br /&gt;She: Poada...Nee sollanume appadinu solre&lt;br /&gt;He: Cha! Cha! Un voice nalla illaati naan ivlo kaekkave maaten&lt;br /&gt;She: Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;He: Nee ivLo nalla paaduve enakku theriyaadhu&lt;br /&gt;She: Hmmm! Seri good night&lt;br /&gt;He: Good night!&lt;br /&gt;She: Take care&lt;br /&gt;He: You too&lt;br /&gt;She: Nejamaave en voice nalla irundadhaa&lt;br /&gt;He: Nejamma! Ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;She: Nee poi solre&lt;br /&gt;He: Not at all. You sing very well&lt;br /&gt;She: Hmmm. Ennamo solre. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;He: Good Night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113755749247484501?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113755749247484501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113755749247484501&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113755749247484501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113755749247484501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/example-for-kadalai.html' title='Example for Kadalai!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113755691720646162</id><published>2006-01-18T09:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-18T11:47:34.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ram has tagged me, the rules of this tagging stuff are given below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Need to mention the sex of the target.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Rules cut and paste courtesy Ram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here r my answers:&lt;br /&gt;8 diff pts:&lt;br /&gt;1. She must love me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;2. Must have a gud sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;3. Should be both stylish and traditional.&lt;br /&gt;4. Should be frank and speak her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;5. Should luv my parents.&lt;br /&gt;6. Should luv music.&lt;br /&gt;7. Should not watch 2 much of mega serials ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. Should not cry over little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Asin in Ghajini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex of the target is obvious bloggers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113755691720646162?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113755691720646162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113755691720646162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113755691720646162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113755691720646162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113746295395269445</id><published>2006-01-17T07:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-17T07:30:24.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>Shocking indeed.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was addressed "Dad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our&lt;br /&gt;relationship, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO". Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113746295395269445?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113746295395269445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113746295395269445&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113746295395269445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113746295395269445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/check-this-out_17.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113697964448518242</id><published>2006-01-11T17:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:10:44.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Positive Thinking</title><content type='html'>The Power of positive thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst had happened ~everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger. "God, how could you do this to me?" he cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early the next day, however, he was wakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to get discouraged sometimes when things appear to be going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground, it just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113697964448518242?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113697964448518242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113697964448518242&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113697964448518242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113697964448518242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/power-of-positive-thinking.html' title='The Power of Positive Thinking'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113690010705076422</id><published>2006-01-10T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:05:07.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE MYTH, its really just a myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/2642410_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/2642410_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Well, finally 'THE MYTH' is here. This is the film v all were waiting for. Its finally here. I can describe it in only one way. &lt;strong&gt;DISAPPOINTING. &lt;/strong&gt;The strengths of the film r Jackie, Jackie and Jackie. V can njoy his comedy tracks and his amazing stunts and also the way the film has been taken especially the previous life of Jackie. Other than that the film does not offer much. The story line is not exactly crowd pulling. There r some scenes in which v wonder how jackie did this filem. For example jackie steals a sword from India, beats the cops along with mallika sherawat and nobody takes any action against him. Then he escapes from India when mallika gives him a row boat and asks him travel in the river for two days and then he will cross the Indian border. Jus awesome. If any of u decided to see the film after seeing mallika on the trailer plz don't bother. The amount of time she appears in the trailer is same as the time she appears in the film. All she does is to show a lot of skin and do nothing. This was not really expected from Jackie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113690010705076422?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113690010705076422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113690010705076422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113690010705076422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113690010705076422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/myth-its-really-just-myth.html' title='THE MYTH, its really just a myth'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113653331225833502</id><published>2006-01-06T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:11:52.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Naayagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Naayagan with Nallavan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy 2 introduce my kid brother harish to the blogging world. This is his blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naayaganulagam.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://naayaganulagam.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113653331225833502?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113653331225833502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113653331225833502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113653331225833502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113653331225833502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-naayagan.html' title='Welcome Naayagan'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113645858079424528</id><published>2006-01-05T16:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:26:20.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>This is to provide some comic relief ........ you just can't stop laughingfor every single sentence in the letter below. Take a bit of a break toread it ! Hilarious ... howlarious ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when you couldn't count on a public toilet facility, anEnglish woman was planning a trip to India. She was registered to stay in a small guesthouse owned by the local school master. She was concerned as to whether the guesthouse contained aWC. In England, a bathroom is commonly called a WC which stands for "WaterCloset". She wrote to the schoolmaster inquiring of the facilities aboutthe WC. The school master, not fluent in English, asked the local priest if heknew the meaning of WC. Together they pondered possible meanings of theletters and concluded that the lady wanted to know if there was a "WaysideChapel" near the house ... a bathroom unfortunately never entered theirminds. So the schoolmaster wrote the following reply ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dear Madam,&lt;br /&gt;I take great pleasure in informing you that the WC is located 9 miles fromthe house. It is located in the middle of a grove of pine trees,surrounded by lovely grounds. It is capable of holding 229 people and isopen on Sundays and Thursdays. As there are many people expected in the summer months, I suggest youarrive early. There is, however, plenty of standing room. This is an unfortunate situation especially if you are in the habit of goingregularly. It may be of some interest to you that my daughter was married in the WCas it was there that she met her husband. It was a wonderful event. Therewere 10 people in every seat. It was wonderful to see the expressions ontheir faces. We can take photographs from different angles. My wife, sadly, has been ill and unable to go recently. It has been almosta year since she went last, which pains her greatly. You will be pleased to know that many people bring their lunch and make aday of it. Others prefer to wait till the last minute and arrive just intime. I would recommend your ladyship plan to go on a Thursday as there isan organ accompaniment. The acoustics are excellent and even the mostdelicate sounds can be heard everywhere. The newest addition is a bellwhich rings every time a person enters. We are holding a bazaar to provideplush seats for all since many feel it is long needed. I look forward to escorting you there myself and seating you in a placewhere you can be seen by all.&lt;br /&gt;With deepest regards,&lt;br /&gt;The Schoolmaster'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113645858079424528?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113645858079424528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113645858079424528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113645858079424528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113645858079424528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113630217509943997</id><published>2006-01-03T20:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:59:35.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NEW HR POLICIES</title><content type='html'>Please be advised that there are NEW rules and regulations implemented to raise the efficiency of our firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRANSPORTATION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·It is advised that you come to work driving a car according to your salary.&lt;br /&gt;·If we see you driving a Honda, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore you do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;·If you drive a 10 year old car or taking public transportation, we assume you must have lots of savings therefore you do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;·If you drive a Pickup, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNUAL LEAVE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each employee will receive 52 Annual Leave days a year (Wooow!). They are called Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUNCH BREAK: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more so that they can look healthy.&lt;br /&gt;·Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.&lt;br /&gt;·Fat people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim Fast and take a diet pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SICK DAYS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will no longer accept a doctor Medical Cert as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOILET USE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·There is now a strict 3-minute time limit in the cubicles. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the door will open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTERNET USAGE : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All personal internet usage will be recorded and charges will be deducted from your bonus (if any) and if we decide not to give you any, charges will be deducted from your salary. (note: Rs.20 per minute as we have 4MB connection).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record. 73% of the staff will not be entitled to anY salary for the next 3 months as their internet charges have exceeded their 3 months salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113630217509943997?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113630217509943997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113630217509943997&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113630217509943997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113630217509943997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-hr-policies.html' title='NEW HR POLICIES'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113630168582412917</id><published>2006-01-03T20:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:51:25.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beware with a child</title><content type='html'>7 reasons not to mess with a child          Do Go thru   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed  that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head. She looked at her  mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?" Her mother replied, "Well, every time  that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."  The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs  are white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to  swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated  that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah". The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?" The little girl replied, "Then you ask him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God." The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like." Without missing a beat, or loo king up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.' A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, She's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.. " "Yes," the class said. "Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?" A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching." Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chipcookies. A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113630168582412917?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113630168582412917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113630168582412917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113630168582412917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113630168582412917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/beware-with-child.html' title='Beware with a child'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113626761272893491</id><published>2006-01-03T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:16:42.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant Statues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/mail6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/400/mail6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/mail5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/400/mail5.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/17335430-113626761272893491?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113626761272893491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113626761272893491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113626761272893491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113626761272893491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/brilliant-statues.html' title='Brilliant Statues'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113608227377705546</id><published>2006-01-01T07:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:47:48.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Read This. Jus Superb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Speech by Dr. Abdul Kallam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three visions for India. In 3000 years of our history people from all over the world have come and invaded us, captured our lands, conquered our minds. From Alexander onwards, the Greeks, the Turks, the Moguls, the Portuguese, the British, the French, the Dutch, all of them came and looted us, took over what was ours. Yet we have not done this to any other nation. We have not conquered anyone. We have not grabbed their land, their culture, and their history&lt;br /&gt;and tried to enforce our way of life on them. Why? Because we respect the freedom of others. That is why my first vision is that of FREEDOM. I believe that India got its first vision of this in 1857, when we started the war of independence. It is this freedom that we must protect and nurture and build on. If we are not free, no one will respect us. My second vision for India is DEVELOPMENT. For fifty years we have been a developing nation. It is time we see ourselves as a developed nation. We are among top 5 nations of the world in terms of GDP. We have 10 percent growth rate in most areas. Our poverty levels are falling. Our achievements are being globally recognized today. Yet we lack the self-confidence to see ourselves as a developed nation, self-reliant and self-assured. Isn't this incorrect? I have a THIRD vision. India must stand up to the world. Because I believe that unless India stands up to the world, no one will respect us. Only strength respects strength. We must be strong not only as a military power but also as an economic power. Both must go hand-in-hand. My good fortune was to have worked with three great minds. Dr.Vikram Sarabhai of the Dept. of space, Professor Satish Dhawan, who succeeded him and Dr. Brahm Prakash, father of nuclear material. I was lucky to have worked with all three of them closely and consider this the great opportunity of my life. I see four milestones in my career:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: Twenty years I spent in ISRO. I was given the opportunity to be the project director for India's first satellite launch vehicle, SLV3. The one that launched Rohini. These years played a very important role in my life of Scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TWO: After my ISRO years, I joined DRDO and got a chance to be the part of India's guided missile program. It was my second bliss when Agni met its mission requirements in 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THREE: The Dept. of Atomic Energy and DRDO had this tremendous partnership in the recent nuclear tests, on May 11 and 13. This was the third bliss. The joy of participating with my team in these nuclear tests and proving to the world that India can make it, that we are no longer a developing nation but one of them. It made me feel very proud as an Indian. The fact that&lt;br /&gt;We have now developed for Agni a re-entry structure, for which we have developed this new material. A Very light material called carbon-carbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FOUR: One day an orthopaedic surgeon from Nizam Institute of Medical Sciences visited my laboratory. He lifted the material and found it so light that he took me to his hospital and showed me his patients. There were these little girls and boys with heavy metallic calipers weighing over three Kg. each, dragging their feet around. He said to me: Please remove the pain of my patients. In three weeks, we made these Floor reaction Orthosis 300 gram callipers&lt;br /&gt;and took them to the orthopaedic centre. The children didn't believe their eyes. From dragging around a three kg. load on their legs, they could now move around! Their parents had tears in their eyes. That was my fourth bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the media here so negative? Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why? We are the first in milk production. We are number one in Remote sensing satellites. We are the second largest producer of wheat. We are the second largest producer of rice. Look at Dr.Sudarshan; he has transferred the tribal&lt;br /&gt;village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters. I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert land into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news. In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so NEGATIVE?&lt;br /&gt;Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign TVs. We want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 years old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her&lt;br /&gt;goal in life is: She replied: I want to live in a developed India. For her, you and I will have to&lt;br /&gt;build this developed India. You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you have 10 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Allow me to come back with vengeance. Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours. YOU say that our government is inefficient. YOU say that our laws are too old. YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage. YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke, the airline is the worst in the world, and mails&lt;br /&gt;never reach their destination. YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits. YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it? Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the&lt;br /&gt;airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground Links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs.60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU comeback to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity. In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai. YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in&lt;br /&gt;Jeddah. YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, "see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else." YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 kmph) in Washington and then tell&lt;br /&gt;the traffic cop, "Jaanta hai sala main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost." YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand. Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo? Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in&lt;br /&gt;Boston? We are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. You can be an involved and appreciative&lt;br /&gt;citizen in an alien country why cannot you be the same here in India. Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay Mr.Tinaikar had a point to make. "Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place," he said. "And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels? In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan. Will the Indian citizen do that here?" He's right. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility. We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place or are we going tostop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms. We want Indian Airlines and Air India To provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity. This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, Girl child and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? "It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry." So who's going to change the system? What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbors, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr. Clean to come along &amp;amp; work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand. Or we leave the country and run away. Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England. When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money. Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am echoing J. F. Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.&lt;br /&gt;"ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE&lt;br /&gt;DONE TO MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN&lt;br /&gt;COUNTRIES ARE TODAY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113608227377705546?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113608227377705546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113608227377705546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113608227377705546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113608227377705546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/read-this-jus-superb.html' title='Read This. Jus Superb'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113608187003457764</id><published>2006-01-01T07:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-01T07:47:50.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship to give each other support. Treasurewhat you have. Just a little story for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were  a loving couple and the boy was the  apple of their eyes. When the boy was  around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottleopen.He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter.  The boy playfully went to the medicine bottle and, fascinated with  its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child showed signs of poisoning the  mother took him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned.She  was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt; 1. What were the four words ?&lt;br /&gt; 2. What is the implication of this story ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ANSWER :&lt;br /&gt; The husband just said " I Love You Darling " . The husband's totally  unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. He is indeed a genius in  human relationships. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her. If  ever everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would  be much fewer problems in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113608187003457764?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113608187003457764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113608187003457764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113608187003457764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113608187003457764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2006/01/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113593570255950092</id><published>2005-12-30T15:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:11:42.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD</title><content type='html'>An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The&lt;br /&gt;Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help&lt;br /&gt;others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt; Student: No.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt; Student: From...God...&lt;br /&gt; Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt; Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt; Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt; (Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt; Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt; (Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you everseen God?&lt;br /&gt; Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt; Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt; Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt; Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt; Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt; Student: No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt; Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, evenmore heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt; (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt; Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt; Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But ifyou have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt; Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt; Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt; Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt; Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.Now tell me, Professor.Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt; Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt; Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt; (The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt; Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?  (The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt; Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt; (The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt; Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir.&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt; (The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt; Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt; Student: That is it sir... The link between man &amp; god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...you'll probably want your friends/colleagues to&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the same...won't you?....this is a true story, and the student was none other than.........APJ Abdul&lt;br /&gt;Kalam, the present president of India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113593570255950092?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113593570255950092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113593570255950092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113593570255950092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113593570255950092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-you-believe-in-god.html' title='DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113587146286672824</id><published>2005-12-29T21:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-30T07:55:11.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Auto Fellow</title><content type='html'>I AM AUTOFELLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am autofellow autofellow&lt;br /&gt;Four knowing route fellow&lt;br /&gt;Justice having rate fellow&lt;br /&gt;Good people mix fellow&lt;br /&gt;Nice singing song fellow&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi borning country fellow&lt;br /&gt;Stick take means hunter fellow&lt;br /&gt;Big people's relation fellow&lt;br /&gt;Mercy having mind fellow da&lt;br /&gt;I am all poor's relative fellow daI am always poor people's relative fellow da&lt;br /&gt;Achak means achak only; Gumuk means gumuk only&lt;br /&gt;Achak means achak only; Gumuk means gumuk only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town become big, population become big&lt;br /&gt;Bus expecting, half age over&lt;br /&gt;Life become hectic in time, exist in corner of street&lt;br /&gt;Ada eye beat means love coming they telling&lt;br /&gt;You hand clap means auto coming I telling&lt;br /&gt;Front coming look, this three-wheel chariot&lt;br /&gt;Good come and arrive, you trust and climb up&lt;br /&gt;Mercy having mind fellow da&lt;br /&gt;I am always poor people's relative fellow da&lt;br /&gt;Achak means achak only; Gumuk means gumuk only&lt;br /&gt;Achak means achak only; Gumuk means gumuk only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy motherfolk, danger not leave&lt;br /&gt;Heat or cyclone, never I never tell&lt;br /&gt;There there hunger take means, many savoury&lt;br /&gt;Measurement food is one time&lt;br /&gt;For pregnancy I come free mummy&lt;br /&gt;Your child also name one I keep mummy&lt;br /&gt;Letter lacking person ada trusting us and coming&lt;br /&gt;Address lacking street ada auto fellow knowing&lt;br /&gt;Achak means achak only ; Gumuk means gumuk only&lt;br /&gt;Achak means achak only ; Gumuk means gumuk only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113587146286672824?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113587146286672824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113587146286672824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113587146286672824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113587146286672824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/12/auto-fellow.html' title='Auto Fellow'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113569623625269544</id><published>2005-12-27T20:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:15:34.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Power of Anaconda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/Power_of_Anaconda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/Power_of_Anaconda.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/17335430-113569623625269544?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113569623625269544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113569623625269544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113569623625269544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113569623625269544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/12/power-of-anaconda.html' title='Power of Anaconda'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113492196653494449</id><published>2005-12-18T21:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:48:41.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Questions of a little child</title><content type='html'>Q: Daddy, why did we have to attack Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because they had weapons of mass destruction, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: But the inspectors didn't find any weapons of mass destruction.&lt;br /&gt;A: That's because the Iraqis were hiding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: And that's why we invaded Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yep. Invasions always work better than inspections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: But after we invaded them, we STILL didn't find any weapons of mass&gt;destruction, did we?A: That's because the weapons are so well hidden. Don't worry, we'll&gt;Find something, probably right before the 2004 election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did Iraq want all those weapons of mass destruction?&lt;br /&gt;A: To use them in a war, silly.&lt;br /&gt;Q: I'm confused. If they had all those weapons that they planned to use&gt;in a war, then why didn't they use any of those weapons when we went to war with them?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, obviously they didn't want anyone to know they had thoseweapons, so they chose to die by the thousands rather than defend themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: That doesn't make sense Daddy. Why would they choose to die if they Had all those big weapons to fight us back with?A: It's a different culture. It's not supposed to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I don't know about you, but I don't think they had any of thoseWeapons our government said they did.&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, you know, it doesn't matter whether or not they had those weapons. We had another good reason to invade them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: And what was that?&lt;br /&gt;A: Even if Iraq didn't have weapons of mass destruction, Saddam HusseinWas a cruel dictator, which is another good reason to invade another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why? What does a cruel dictator do that makes it OK to invade his&gt;country?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, for one thing, he tortured his own people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kind of like what they do in China?&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't go comparing China to Iraq. China is a good economic&gt;competitor,where millions of people work for slave wages in sweatshops to make U.S. corporations richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So if a country lets its people be exploited for American corporate gain, it's a good country, even if that country tortures people?&lt;br /&gt;A: Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why were people in Iraq being tortured?&lt;br /&gt;A: For political crimes, mostly, like criticizing the government.People who criticized the government in Iraq were sent to prison and tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Isn't that exactly what happens in China?&lt;br /&gt;A: I told you, China is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between China and Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, for one thing, Iraq was ruled by the Ba'ath party, while China Is Communist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Didn't you once tell me Communists were bad?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, just Cuban Communists are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How are the Cuban Communists bad?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, for one thing, people who criticize the government in Cuba are Sent to prison and tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Like in Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;A: Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: And like in China, too?&lt;br /&gt;A: I told you, China's a good economic competitor. Cuba, on the other&gt;hand, is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How come Cuba isn't a good economic competitor?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, you see, back in the early 1960s, our government passed someLaws that made it illegal for Americans to trade or do any business with Cuba until they stopped being Communists and started being capitalists like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: But if we got rid of those laws, opened up trade with Cuba, and Started doing business with them, wouldn't that help the Cubans becomecapitalists?&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't be a smart-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I didn't think I was being one.&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, anyway, they also don't have freedom of religion in Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kind of like China and the @!#$ movement?&lt;br /&gt;A: I told you, stop saying bad things about China. Anyway, Saddam Hussein came to power through a military coup, so he's not really a legitimate leader anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's a military coup?&lt;br /&gt;A: That's when a military general takes over the government of a country by force, instead of holding free elections like we do in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Didn't the ruler of Pakistan come to power by a military coup?&lt;br /&gt;A: You mean General Pervez Musharraf? Uh, yeah, he did, but Pakistan is Our friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why is Pakistan our friend if their leader is illegitimate?&lt;br /&gt;A: I never said Pervez Musharraf was illegitimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Didn't you just say a military general who comes to power by Forcibly overthrowing the legitimate government of a nation is an illegitimate leader?&lt;br /&gt;A: Only Saddam Hussein. Pervez Musharraf is our friend, because he helped us invade Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did we invade Afghanistan?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because of what they did to us on September 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did Afghanistan do to us on September 11th?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, on September 11th, nineteen men, fifteen of them SaudiArabians, hijacked four airplanes and flew three of them into buildings, killing Over 3,000 Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So how did Afghanistan figure into all that?&lt;br /&gt;A: Afghanistan was where those bad men trained, under the oppressive rule of the Taliban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't the Taliban those bad radical Islamics who chopped off people's heads and hands?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, that's exactly who they were. Not only did they chop off people's heads and hands, but they oppressed women, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Didn't the Bush administration give the Taliban 43 million dollars Back in May of 2001?&lt;br /&gt;A:Yes, but that money was a reward because they did such a good job fighting drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Fighting drugs?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, the Taliban were very helpful in stopping people from growing Opium poppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How did they do such a good job?&lt;br /&gt;A: Simple. If people were caught growing opium poppies, the TalibanWould have their hands and heads cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So, when the Taliban cut off people's heads and hands for growingflowers, that was OK, but not if they cut people's heads and hands off for other reasons?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes. It's OK with us if radical Islamic fundamentalists cut off people's hands for growing flowers, but it's cruel if they cut off people's hands for stealing bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Don't they also cut off people's hands and heads in Saudi Arabia?&lt;br /&gt;A: That's different. Afghanistan was ruled by a tyrannical patriarchy that oppressed women and forced them to wear burqas whenever they were in public, with death by stoning as the penalty for women who did not comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Don't Saudi women have to wear burqas in public, too?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, Saudi women merely wear a traditional Islamic body covering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;A: The traditional Islamic covering worn by Saudi women is a modest yet fashionable garment that covers all of a woman's body except for her eyes and fingers. The burqa, on the other hand, is an evil tool of patriarchal oppression that covers all of a woman's body except for her eyes and fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: It sounds like the same thing with a different name.&lt;br /&gt;A: Now, don't go comparing Afghanistan and Saudi Arabia. The Saudis are Our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: But I thought you said 15 of the 19 hijackers on September 11th were From Saudi Arabia.&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, but they trained in Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who trained them?&lt;br /&gt;A: A very bad man named Osama bin Laden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Was he from Afghanistan?&lt;br /&gt;A: Uh, no, he was from Saudi Arabia too. But he was a bad man, a very Bad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I seem to recall he was our friend once.&lt;br /&gt;A: Only when we helped him and the mujahadeen repel the Soviet invasion Of Afghanistan back in the 1980s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who are the Soviets? Was that the Evil Communist Empire Ronald Reagan talked about?&lt;br /&gt;A: There are no more Soviets. The Soviet Union broke up in 1990 or thereabouts, and now they have elections and capitalism like us. We call them Russians now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So the Soviets, I mean, the Russians, are now our friends?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, not really. You see, they were our friends for many years.After they stopped being Soviets, but then they decided not to support our invasion of Iraq, so we're mad at them now. We're also mad at the French and the Germans because they didn't help us invade Iraq either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So the French and Germans are evil, too?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not exactly evil, but just bad enough that we had to rename French Fries and French toast to Freedom Fries and Freedom Toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do we always rename foods whenever another country doesn't do what We want them to do?A: No, we just do that to our friends. Our enemies, we invade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: But wasn't Iraq one of our friends back in the 1980s?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, yeah. For a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Was Saddam Hussein ruler of Iraq back then?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, but at the time he was fighting against Iran, which made him Our friend, temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did that make him our friend?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because at that time, Iran was our enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Isn't that when he gassed the Kurds?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah, but since he was fighting against Iran at the time, we looked the other way, to show him we were his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So anyone who fights against one of our enemies automatically becomes our friend?&lt;br /&gt;A: Most of the time, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: And anyone who fights against one of our friends is automatically an enemy?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sometimes that's true, too. However, if American corporations canProfit by selling weapons to both sides at the same time, all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because war is good for the economy, which means war is good for America. Also, since God is on America's side, anyone who opposes war is a Godless un-American Communist. Do you understand now why we attacked Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I think so. We attacked them because God wanted us to, right?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: But how did we know God wanted us to attack Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, you see, God personally speaks to George W. Bush and tells him What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So basically, what you're saying is that we attacked Iraq because George W. Bush hears voices in his head?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes! You finally understand how the world works. Now close your eyes, make yourself comfortable, and go to sleep. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Good night, Daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113492196653494449?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113492196653494449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113492196653494449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113492196653494449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113492196653494449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/12/questions-of-little-child.html' title='Questions of a little child'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113401496612268664</id><published>2005-12-08T09:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:39:26.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best Oscar Awards for Slip Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/mail3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/mail3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/mail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/mail1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/mail.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/17335430-113401496612268664?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113401496612268664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113401496612268664&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113401496612268664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113401496612268664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-oscar-awards-for-slip-ups.html' title='Best Oscar Awards for Slip Ups'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113387417517000000</id><published>2005-12-06T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:32:55.173+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Management Lessons- Part II</title><content type='html'>CASE 4:&lt;br /&gt;The boy rode on the donkey and the old man walked.As they went along, they passed some people who remarked "it was a shamethe old man was walking and the boy was riding".The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changedpositions.Later, they passed some people that remarked, "What a shame, he makes thatlittle boy walk."They decide d they both would walk!Soon they passed some more people who thought they were stupid to walkwhen they had a decent donkey to ride.So the both rode the donkey! Now they passed some people that shamed themby saying "how awful to put such a load on a poor donkey".The boy and man said they were probably right so they decided to carry thedonkey.As they crossed a bridge, they lost their grip on the animal and he fellinto the river and drowned.&lt;br /&gt;Management Learning:&lt;br /&gt;If you try to please everyone, you will eventually lose your ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE 5:&lt;br /&gt;Once PVNR (PV Narasimha Rao), L.K.Advani and Laloo Prasad Yadav weretravelling in an autorickshaw.They met with an accident and all three of them died. Yama was waiting forthis moment at the doorstep of death.He asks PVNR and Advani to go to HEAVEN. But, for Laloo, Yama had alreadydecided that he should be sent to HELL.Laloo is not at all happy with this decision. He asks Yama as to why thisdiscrimination is being made.All the three of them had served the public.Similarly, all took bribes, all misused public positions, etc. Then whythe differential treatment?He felt that there should be a formal test or an objective evaluationbefore a decision is made; and should not be just based on opinion or preconceived notions.Yama agrees to this and asks all the three of them to appear for anEnglish test.PVNR is asked to spell "INDIA" and he does it correctly.Advani is asked to spell "ENGLAND" and he too passes.It is Laloo's turn and he is asked to spell "CZECHOSLOVAKIA".Laloo protests that he doesn't know English. He says this is not fair andhat he was given a tough question and thus forced to fail with falseintent.Yama then agrees to conduct a written test in Hindi (to give anotherchance assuming that Laloo should at least feel that Hindi would provideanequal platform for all three).PVNR is asked to write "KUTTA BOLA BHOW BHOW". He writes it easily andpasses.Advani is asked to write "BILLY BOLI MYAUN MYAUN". He too passes.Laloo is asked to write "BANDAR BOLA GURRRRRR....."Tough one. He fails again. Laloo is extremely unhappy.Having been a student of history (which the other two weren't), he nowrequested for all the 3 to be subjected to a test in history.Yama says 'OK', but this would be the last chance and that he would nottake any more tests.PVNR is asked: "When did India get Independence?".He replied "1947" and passed.Advani is asked "How many people died during the independence struggle?".He gets nervous. Yama asked him to choose from 3 options: 100,000 or200,000 or 300,000.Advani catches it and says 200,000 and passes.It's Laloo's turn now. Yama asks him to give the Name and Address of eachof the 200,000 who died in the struggle.Laloo accepts defeat and agrees to go to HELL.&lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson:"IF YOUR MANAGEMENT HAS DECIDED TO SCREW YOU, THERE IS JUST NO ESCAPE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE 6 :&lt;br /&gt;The secret is finally revealed:On the first day God created the cow.God said, "You must go to field with the farmer all day long and sufferunder the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer. I will giveyou a life span of sixty years."The cow said, "That's a kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixtyyears. Let me have twenty years and I'll give back the other forty."And God agreed.On the second day, God created the dog.God said, "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone whocomes in or walks past. I will give you a life span of twenty years."The dog said, "That's too long to be barking. Give me ten years and I'llgive back the other ten."So God agreed (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;On the third day God created the monkey.God said, "Entertain people, do monkey tricks, make them laugh. I'll giveyou a twenty year life span."Monkey said, "How boring, monkey tricks for twenty years? I don't think so.Dog gave you back ten, so that's what I'll do too, okay?"And God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day God created man.God said, "Eat, sleep, play, enjoy. Do nothing, just enjoy, enjoy.I'll give you twenty years."Man said, "What? Only twenty years? No way, man. Tell you what, I'll takemy twenty, and the forty cow gave back, and the ten dog gave back and theten monkey gave back. That makes eighty, okay?""Okay," said God. "You've got a deal."&lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson:So that is y for the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play, enjoy, anddo nothing; for the next forty years we slave in the sun to support ourfamily; for the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain ourgrandchildren; and for the last ten years we sit in front of the house andbark at everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113387417517000000?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113387417517000000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113387417517000000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113387417517000000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113387417517000000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/12/management-lessons-part-ii.html' title='Management Lessons- Part II'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113387411721939142</id><published>2005-12-06T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:31:57.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Management Lessons- Part 1</title><content type='html'>CASE 1:&lt;br /&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day.A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like youand do nothing all day long?The crow answered: "Sure, why not." so, the rabbit sat on the groundbelow the crow, and rested.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;Management Learning:To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE 2:&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull."I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed theturkey,"but I haven't got the energy."Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull."They're packed with nutrients."The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave himenough strength to reach the first branch of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top ofthe tree. Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey outof the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Management Learning:Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE 3:&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold, the birdfroze and fell to the ground in a large field.While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it.&lt;br /&gt;As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realizehow warm it was.The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy,and soon began to sing for joy.A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cowdung, and promptly dug him out and ate him!&lt;br /&gt;Management Learning:&lt;br /&gt;1) Not everyone who drops shit on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;3) And when you're in deep shit, keep your mouth shut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113387411721939142?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113387411721939142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113387411721939142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113387411721939142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113387411721939142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/12/management-lessons-part-1_06.html' title='Management Lessons- Part 1'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113340956296719157</id><published>2005-12-01T09:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:29:23.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Love is????</title><content type='html'>Read this frnds, u'll njoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does LOVE mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Touching words from the mouth of babes. What does Love mean? A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.&lt;br /&gt;" Rebecca- age 8 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth&lt;br /&gt;." Billy - age 4 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.&lt;br /&gt;" Karl - age 5 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;" Chrissy - age 6 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;" Terri - age 4 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br /&gt;"Danny - age 7 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"&lt;br /&gt;"Emily - age 8 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."&lt;br /&gt;"Bobby - age 7 (Wow!) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend wh! o you hate,"&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet) --------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt; "Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;" Noelle - age 7 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."&lt;br /&gt;"Tommy - age 6 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt; "During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked around at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."&lt;br /&gt;" Cindy - age 8 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;" Clare - age 6 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt; "Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;" Elaine-age 5 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."&lt;br /&gt;" Chris - age 7 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."&lt;br /&gt;"Mary Ann - age 4 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;" Lauren - age 4 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt; "When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."&lt;br /&gt;" (what an image) Karen! - age 7 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."&lt;br /&gt;"Mark - age 6 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."&lt;br /&gt;"Jessica - age 8 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;br /&gt;" And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113340956296719157?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113340956296719157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113340956296719157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113340956296719157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113340956296719157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-love-is.html' title='What Love is????'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113288522069610806</id><published>2005-11-25T07:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-25T07:50:20.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sun TV's Comedy Time</title><content type='html'>Sun TV has started to think it is one of those news channels who r really unbiased. When I saw the sting operation of the male prostitute I was not able to think anything about it. I am not sure about my response. But one thing which keeps nagging me is that after the guy took the lady inside the room the tamil murasu team went in and knocked on the door. Now, they said that they were unable to hand over him to the police.?? Vat did they mean by dat?. Did he hit them and escape or did the crew took pity on him after deciding to telecast his face all over the world and so let him escape????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: One real funny thing about this telecast is that SUN TV appreciating the bravery of Tamil Murasu Crew in its own channel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113288522069610806?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113288522069610806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113288522069610806&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113288522069610806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113288522069610806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/11/sun-tvs-comedy-time.html' title='Sun TV&apos;s Comedy Time'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113279935662571318</id><published>2005-11-24T07:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-24T08:01:40.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NOKIA 6660</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/ATT9063537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/ATT9063537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/ATT9063536.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/ATT9063536.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/ATT9063534.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/ATT9063534.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/ATT9063538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/ATT9063538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the NOKIA 6660&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113279935662571318?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113279935662571318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113279935662571318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113279935662571318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113279935662571318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/11/nokia-6660.html' title='NOKIA 6660'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113159688369075501</id><published>2005-11-10T09:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:58:03.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poem by an African man...VERY GOOD HAVE A LOOK</title><content type='html'>Dear White fella............ Couple  of things you should know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;I   born, I Black,&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I Black,&lt;br /&gt;When I go in Sun, I Black,&lt;br /&gt;When   I scared, I Black,&lt;br /&gt;When I sick, I Black,&lt;br /&gt;And when I die, I still   black.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you White fella,&lt;br /&gt;When you born, you Pink,&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up, you White,&lt;br /&gt;When you go in Sun, you Red,&lt;br /&gt;When you cold, you Blue,&lt;br /&gt;When you scared, you Yellow,&lt;br /&gt;When you sick, you Green,&lt;br /&gt;And when you die, you Gray.................&lt;br /&gt;And you calling me Colored ???????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113159688369075501?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113159688369075501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113159688369075501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113159688369075501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113159688369075501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/11/poem-by-african-manvery-good-have-look.html' title='Poem by an African man...VERY GOOD HAVE A LOOK'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113159658122081935</id><published>2005-11-10T09:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:53:01.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its all politics</title><content type='html'>We all knew that the two political parties DMK and AIADMK usually resorts to cheap stunts to critisize each other and as usual the only affected is the public. Two recent happenings have just confirmed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Nerkundram, the panchayat board president, a DMK member allegedly put up blocks in residential colonies in Maduravoyal, resulting in heavy inundation of flood water, which otherwise would have drained into a nearby watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Valasaravakkam people have complained that the municipal chairman V. Madhiyazhagan, again a DMK member, allegedly broke the sewer lines after the local residents sent a letter to the The Hindu about the irresponsible actions by the municipal during the heavy rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now both these men have been arrested by the police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/2005/11/10/stories/2005111018310300.htm"&gt;http://www.hindu.com/2005/11/10/stories/2005111018310300.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene II:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people were shocked to see VijaySarathy, host of the popular T.V show Neengal Keeta Padal in Sun TV, hosting the show half submerged in the waterlogged areas of Velachery and Madipakkam critisizing the Government for not taking any action. If DMK really cares about the public they could have improved the drainage system in these areas while they were ruling the State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is whatever may happen or however the people suffer, these parties will still be complaining against each other and try to prove how incompetent the other party is, irrespective of the state of the people. It's time these parties start acting a little mature and stop these cheap shots at each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113159658122081935?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113159658122081935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113159658122081935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113159658122081935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113159658122081935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-all-politics.html' title='Its all politics'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113099499407518847</id><published>2005-11-03T10:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:46:34.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Proposed pictures of Shamshabad-Hyderabad international Airport....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These r the proposed hyderabad airport models. njoy.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113099499407518847?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113099499407518847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113099499407518847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113099499407518847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113099499407518847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/11/proposed-pictures-of-shamshabad.html' title='Proposed pictures of Shamshabad-Hyderabad international Airport....'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-113013992455593304</id><published>2005-10-24T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:17:00.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/423/1669/1600/New%20Bitmap%20Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this thro' mail from my friend. This gives the salary of the sweeper, helper, driver,director,&lt;br /&gt;deputy GM and CEO. Jus compare it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTPC = National Thermal Power Corporation&lt;br /&gt;Post Education Name Monthly Rs. (INR) Monthly US$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeper Never Went to School Lal Beni 72,345.50 1607.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helper Never Went to School Safal Ram 74,864.08 1,663.65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May be Helper) Till 4th RaghunathSharma 54,166.67 1,203.70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May be Helper) Till 6th Prem Singh 65,818.42 1,462.63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver Till 8th Satbir Singh 76,578.42 1,701.74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Engg. Graduate (Mech.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; MBA R.D. Kapoor 88,531.92 1,967.38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dy. GM PHD D. N. Rai 43,491.92 966.49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO BSC Engg. Degree S. S. Chakrowarti 73,304.83 1,629&lt;br /&gt;Exp. Of :36 Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the sweeper earns less than the CEO and it only a difference of 1000 Rs.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder India has huge deficit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on this link for the original article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1264102.cms"&gt;http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1264102.cms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-113013992455593304?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113013992455593304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=113013992455593304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113013992455593304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/113013992455593304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-india.html' title='This is India'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-112987467740177865</id><published>2005-10-21T11:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:34:37.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be??????????????</title><content type='html'>Recently while I was having my lunch with my friend in a small mess, I heard two elderly gents having a conversation. One of them is a freedom fighter. He was talking about how India is today. One of the things he said was that the youngsters nowadays have no love for their country and are running to other countries. This came as a shock to me because being a youngster I know a lot of guyz who love this country as any patriot would do. However my mind raised a question to me. I am very patriotic and i love my country, but if given a chance will I go abroad and work. It was a tough question.Then i started thinkin about it. May be the reason is the society??or our politicians?? We have a lot of talented youngsters who can do magic in any given field but could not do it because of the lack of recognition. when someone foreigner pproaches such a young man and promises him a scholarship or research facility it is then the mind and the heart starts fighting . the mind will urge him to use this oppurtunity because it is a logical and sensible thing to do, where as the heart will stop him by talking about patriotism. this is probably the state of a lot of youngsters in India. To be or not to be in India. hope all the bloggers wil give ur opinions and correct me if i am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : This article has no disrespect intended to the people who are abroad. am just sharing my view. If this hurts someone, I sincerely apologize&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-112987467740177865?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112987467740177865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=112987467740177865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112987467740177865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112987467740177865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be??????????????'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-112851930850466887</id><published>2005-10-06T07:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-05T19:05:08.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A shame to a true Indian Hero</title><content type='html'>Recently I read an article in the tamil magazine kumudam jyothidam. It was about an article in the english newspaper 'Trinity Mirror'. The article was about the grave of the lengendary Rajput King Prithiviraj Chauhan at Ghajini, near Kabul. History shows that while fighting with the moghul king Mohammed Ghori, King Prithiviraj actually let Ghori go alive because he lost his sword and was unarmed. But, unfortunately for Prithiviraj, Ghori came to India again and this time captured Prithiviraj alive and took him to Afghanistan where he was beheaded and buried, next to which Ghori was later buried. The article shows that above the grave of Prithiviraj there is a rope, dangling from which the Afghans actually kick Prithiviraj's grave and then pray at Ghori's grave. This is a totally unacceptable insult to one of the bravest King in India. I think the Indian Govt. should do something to bring the remains of King Prithiviraj back to India where he should be properly honoured. This article came in the The Trinity Mirror dated August 1,2005. I tried to get the article from the net, but could not do it. If anybody finds the article please let me know the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-112851930850466887?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112851930850466887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=112851930850466887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112851930850466887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112851930850466887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/10/shame-to-true-indian-hero.html' title='A shame to a true Indian Hero'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-112849937811871919</id><published>2005-10-05T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:32:58.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fairness creams!!! Are they being fair?????????</title><content type='html'>We have watching a lot of advertisements for fairness creams which show a girl with a dark complecxion has no job, no boyfrnd and no social life. And one fine day by God's grace she starts using a fairness and BOOM, she has everything she wanted. What exactly are these ads trying to say. Are they saying that women with a medium or dark complexion should stays at their homes or they wont have any social life or they wont have any boyfrnds and or wil never get a job. If these fairness creams really make magic as they claim then why use cine actresses like Shriya(Fair &amp; Lovely) or Asin(Fairever) or any model for these ads. Why not an ordinary middle class girl who has used these creams and have seen the result. If these creams can really make one fair in six weeks I think nearly all the women in India wil be fair. Has there been any tests conducted and proved that these things actually work. Aren't these companies passing a wrong idea that u need to be fair to move up in life. This wil definitely create a inferiority complex among some of the not so fair women.  Whats the difference between these people and petty criminals who cheat the people. Isn't there any kind of a law which puts an end to these utter nonsense.  And to add to the ridicule we have a new fairness cream for men.&lt;br /&gt;Click on the following link for the reaction by a women's organinzation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womensenews.org/article.cfm/dyn/aid/1308/context/archive"&gt;http://www.womensenews.org/article.cfm/dyn/aid/1308/context/archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-112849937811871919?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112849937811871919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=112849937811871919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112849937811871919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112849937811871919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/10/fairness-creams-are-they-being-fair.html' title='Fairness creams!!! Are they being fair?????????'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-112832253544542776</id><published>2005-10-03T12:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:25:35.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>India Cricketin Kevalamana Nillai</title><content type='html'>India cricket adda arambhichathulenthu indha madiri oru kevalam nammaku vanthathe illa. Naama team maga mattama match adinakuda namma ada marauthuruvom. anna ippa Ganguly - Chappell matterala namma nathuke romba kevalam. Ganguly chappell mela complaint parathum, Chappell Gangulya pathi sonathum romba asingam. ithuku ellam mela Chappell anupana mail leak anathuthan. Athula avar Gangulya &lt;strong&gt;physically and mentally unfit&lt;/strong&gt; appadinu sonnathu innum periya prachanaiya undakirichu.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;namma harbhajan vera thevayillama comment adikiraru. intha madiri irruntha opposite teamuku namma mela eppadi mariyadai varum, bayam varum. ithuku appurama namma players ore teama, team spiritoda aduvangala. kadavulthan kappthanum.&lt;strong&gt; (avangala illa, nammala)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-112832253544542776?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112832253544542776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=112832253544542776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112832253544542776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112832253544542776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/10/india-cricketin-kevalamana-nillai.html' title='India Cricketin Kevalamana Nillai'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-112822981896698921</id><published>2005-10-02T23:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-02T10:47:28.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tamil Kalacharam! Is it for sale????????????</title><content type='html'>Recenta namma papers and political parties namma tamil kalacharatha pathi romba kavalapadaranga. kushboova veliya anupanuma,appuram park hotel mela case podaranga. namma makkal nalla irrukanum appadinu unmayave nenecha atha innum nalla seyalame. cine fieldla inniku illatha abasama, kavarchiya illa kissing scena. namma cinemalatha first kissla arambhicu first nite varaikum ella karmathayum kattrangale. athellam ivvanka kannuku therilaya. ivlo pesara papers ethuku nadu pakathula kavarchi padangala podaranga. ethuku cine specialunu supplement papers podaranga. chennaila irrukara makkaluku parangimalai jothi theatrela entha madiri padam podaranganu nallave therium. anna athuku daily paperla ad varuthu. ithalam avanga kannuku theriyatha. ithuku avanga muthale answer tharatum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-112822981896698921?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112822981896698921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=112822981896698921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112822981896698921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112822981896698921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/10/tamil-kalacharam-is-it-for-sale.html' title='Tamil Kalacharam! Is it for sale????????????'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17335430.post-112817305060046385</id><published>2005-10-02T07:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-02T08:53:47.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sania Mania and her mini skirt</title><content type='html'>Namma makkal intha madiri chinnapulathanama iruntha namma nadu eppadi munerum. tennis adum pothu skirt podama podava kattikita ada mudiyum. Namma nattu ponnu, international levela famous ana atha pathi nama peruma patama ippadi saniavoda skirta pathium, ava t-shirt pathium comment pannalama????? Intha problema create panra Muslim periyavanguluku oru question. Onga communityku ullaye nare ladies pala problemsnala romba kaztapadaranga. nareya families moonu vela sappadu illama kaztapadranga. poi andha problem pannuga ayya. ippadi namma natta world levela famous akkara ponna kora sollathinga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17335430-112817305060046385?l=venkatsarathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112817305060046385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17335430&amp;postID=112817305060046385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112817305060046385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17335430/posts/default/112817305060046385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venkatsarathy.blogspot.com/2005/10/sania-mania-and-her-mini-skirt.html' title='Sania Mania and her mini skirt'/><author><name>Nallavan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00796281368821495120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwIJoeniuhY/Sz6EzfEfAhI/AAAAAAAABDA/njCVyfkaFjs/S220/CRY+function.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
