<?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-24900539</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:54:22.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nXt2tHrill</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-117016039582606355</id><published>2007-01-30T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T04:33:15.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whilst &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Bench...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     White shades of the false ceiling fading out from the vision, eyes being dragged below by some deep thoughts, darkening of brisk evening happens to all like me while at bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Definition of Bench from Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a title="Bench (furniture)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bench_%28furniture%29"&gt;bench&lt;/a&gt; is a long seat fit for several persons, with or without back and/or arm rests, for sitting indoor (often in rows) or outdoor (as in a park).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT Industry definition of Bench from MYpedia:&lt;br /&gt;A bench is an array of cushion seats with individual systems to sit with and monitors to stare at and with phones two per cubicle but with no work as such, paid with the same salary(for no work) with no hike till the next batch with a higher salary comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in bench will never know when they will be deployed into projects by their head and the head doesnt know when the requirement calls for the benchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two roads diverged in an yellow wood..." said Robert Frost but "All roads to IT firm converge into jobless Bench..." said Commitment(kalakkara) Chandru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A boy sitting with a pretty girl for an hour seems to be a minute.."said Albert Einstein but "A boy sitting for a whiteboard discussion with his head for a second seems to be a century" said Pura Pravin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rain rain go away come again another day.." taught by our teachers in kindergarten "Guyz guyz go away come again another sunday" showed by the ______ in benchpool - by nai Shekar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above said truth is just for fun. Please dont get offended by the truth being displayed under beam lights of Sutram(what walking? nadakardhu enna?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-117016039582606355?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/117016039582606355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=117016039582606355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/117016039582606355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/117016039582606355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2007/01/whilst-bench.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-116404742970262707</id><published>2006-11-20T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:30:29.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This three letter manthra is being perceived by everyone for anything and everything in their own way. Many work die hard not to let go off their attitude which ultimately leads to some sort of victory or anything closer to what they had fixed up. Some have this as an hobby and never give up their streak of being like this. But all these forms a closer circle of individual self alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has taken us to an extent that we need someone to pat on our back and say that, winning is not the only issue. The phrase Match winning performance deals very less with winning but dwells around the theme of performance, it is the performance of any individual which is compared to that of winning itself. Winning is not the final or ultimate goal of any domain of work, but its the inner satisfaction and contentment for which one must strive for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the topic here is not alone winning but helping others to climb up the ladder that one has climbed. But the present scenario in many reveals that Winning has become the second thing but letting others not to win has been a big issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The satisfaction one gets by lifting others up or letting him win, without getting himself affected(remember this, Thanaku minji dhaan Dhaanam) cannot be said, but has to be felt. If one starts enjoying the happiness in those, then one will never turn back for petty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must have the Drive to win in right way but not to win by stamping on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Punch Dialogues related to this topic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win &amp; let Win to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; win &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; win&lt;br /&gt;We fly together to reach the Sky...(ahem [:-D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-116404742970262707?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/116404742970262707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=116404742970262707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/116404742970262707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/116404742970262707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/11/win-let-win-this-three-letter-manthra.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-116395948837177075</id><published>2006-11-19T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:40:55.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Haste makes Waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There went another week which never intimated its departure but sped even faster than to be felt. But certain important things in software industry has been learnt and its importance has been realised. The Structured way of doing things and the steps in doing so has reduced many steps of mental mess and stress.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a week of inability to concenterate on work but somehow managed to get somewhere closer to it. The question that rises here is not the matter of completion, but how do we complete and also completion with perfection. The question HOW deals with major aspects. This is where the individuality of every neuron is reflected. The lateral thinking, problem solving and importantly Stress handling are some of the keys which lead to a single door of success and satisfaction. Satisfaction here is the satisfaction of the self rather than others. In this process to succeed, one must succumb to utmost pressure so as to yield to the perfect shape.&lt;br /&gt;But time and people have given me chance to take up a lesson from every speed breaker i come across, also the way to do things and also the ways not to do things(this must be in huge numbers for me :-D)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this blog:&lt;br /&gt;goto title of this blog(ahem..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-116395948837177075?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/116395948837177075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=116395948837177075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/116395948837177075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/116395948837177075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/11/haste-makes-waste-there-went-another.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-116303466085785222</id><published>2006-11-08T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:12:19.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS3 hitting streets n SHOPS this Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Dudes n Dudettes, hot news hitting the headlines of most heads is that PS3 is getting released this Saturday. Even before PS2 n XBOX fades another has risen with heavy expectations. PS2 had its impact more than expected and stil surviving even after the competing XBOX from M* got its entry. Japan again setting up this milestone for the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European countries gonna have some hard time as it has post poned the production of PS3 till Marck 2k7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets wait n check for the grand reviews and feedbacks of this yet another milestone.&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/24900539-116303466085785222?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/116303466085785222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=116303466085785222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/116303466085785222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/116303466085785222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/11/ps3-hitting-streets-n-shops-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-116262027704730873</id><published>2006-11-03T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:36:22.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TeaRs after CheeRs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange topic chosen in seconds time which made me to write this blog for minutes. It so happens that, we dunno why we meet some and why we become close but enjoy with them every moment if they are realy close to us. The life would be different after the arrival of the someone whom we would have met some how. But it so happens, if that someone leaves us, the time taken to digest that is huge and the pain is too.&lt;br /&gt;Let me put a stop to this riddle. Yesterday was the day which went so calm and cool as ever, until a sudden blow in the afternoon which none of us expected and not even thought of......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two Months before....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined the company with no big hopes and expectations. Started my first 3 weeks of training, learning and brushing up all that what i must know by that time. I was one in that big class of some 30, sitting in a corner and snoring most of the time, with a guy who comes with a doubt to me and goes with no answer. 2 weeks went in the same way as it started and the 3rd week also went as the other 2 weeks(lol). New mates, nice environment and excellent teacher, altogether a very cool time. Wrote the exam, cleared it and started the next level of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was again an one month training. This is the time i got know about most of our batch mates. It was a perfect mixture that everyone of us was in the same frequency and none was odd man out. Fortunately we had a good Teaching staff who created an healthy interest in the subject. Every second tha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/22-09-06_1728.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/400/22-09-06_1728.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t we spent together was unforgetable. A perfect group, which had many university rank holders too. Proud to have them as my friends. One month got over in no time. Once again the assessment which brought hot air under everyones nose. our previous batch was the best performed batch. What would be the performance of ours, was never a doubt. It so happened as expected that all of us cleared... :-) so happy na....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to Present day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those smiles  faded away the moment we were said that 15 from our batch should leave to bangalore for another domain of work. Everyones heart was in their mouth before they knew who is gonna move out of the city. Luckily everyone was given an option to take it up. People who had a zeal to that domain took it up, so its nothin that people are forced. Every one is very happy to get into that and i was too even though i hadnt taken it up, as that domain is not related to my field of study. But later in the evening, when thinking that al those who are leaving the city are my close friends, there sunk my heart. Im not so emotional to all these, but this seperation made me to feel that our set was one of the best set in my life and the time we were together would be the sweetest memories of each n every one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started n shared this with you after a long break in blogging. I wrote this blog as this would emphasize things happened these days and also i felt its worth writing abt my office friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-116262027704730873?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/116262027704730873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=116262027704730873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/116262027704730873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/116262027704730873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/11/tears-after-cheers-strange-topic.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-116261672634787061</id><published>2006-11-03T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:05:26.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Vandhaen Vandhaen Meendum naanae vandhaennn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...been so long to get back to this blogging. Successfully got into the company and luckily cleared 2 assessments. Im lacking in words, as this big pause has caused a mental and verbal starvation. Anyhow, will continue to bug u and also my rousu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan adicha lovessu&lt;br /&gt;kai thattina noissu&lt;br /&gt;started my blogssu&lt;br /&gt;adhula varum rousu kanna rousu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-116261672634787061?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/116261672634787061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=116261672634787061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/116261672634787061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/116261672634787061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/11/vandhaen-vandhaen-meendum-naanae_03.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-115065357349429160</id><published>2006-06-18T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T10:59:33.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Break!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry frenz, this is sometime for which im not able to find an explanation for myself. So i know that im relieving half a dozen of my friends from wasting time in my blog. Anyway dont worry, this is jus a break and i assure that i wil be right back to break all ur geek heads after sometime once my task is over. Hoping that to get over soon, im signing off this session for quite sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me what's my work, becoz i will surely reply u, but im sayin so because the reply i give may be irksome or irkmany lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some saying which i came across recently is for ur notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may shovel dirt on you, al kinds of dirt. But the aim is not to get bogged down by those, but instead....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAKE IT OFF&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE A STEP UP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-115065357349429160?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/115065357349429160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=115065357349429160&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/115065357349429160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/115065357349429160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/06/break-sorry-frenz-this-is-sometime-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114970004609567814</id><published>2006-06-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:18:12.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rousu Continuessu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Computerr'la irukardhu mousu&lt;br /&gt;Adhula irukardho naraya buttonsu&lt;br /&gt;Hero'kku irukardhu naraya fansu&lt;br /&gt;Avanga thedardho heroine'ssu&lt;br /&gt;Vellaila mokka podardhu bossu&lt;br /&gt;Adha kashtapattu kaekardhu workerssu&lt;br /&gt;Vanathulla irukardhu starssu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adha paakarthukku venum eyessu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Traffic rules'a madhikaadhadhu PTC bussu&lt;br /&gt;Aanalum adhula yaeruvaanga passengerssu&lt;br /&gt;Idhu mudiyidhu'nnu sonna avan dubukkssu&lt;br /&gt;Idha edhirpaarunga'na sonna adhu budaakkssu&lt;br /&gt;Idha padikarthukku podhum 5 nimitssu&lt;br /&gt;Idhellam verum oru tamassu kanna tamassu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114970004609567814?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114970004609567814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114970004609567814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114970004609567814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114970004609567814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/06/rousu-continuessu.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114961760815118491</id><published>2006-06-06T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T13:13:12.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Finished Duelling and now started Decoding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A nice cool breeze blowing as the leaves bade farewell to that days dew drops and welcoming the reddish light and life giver for this day to be beautiful one for all. The sun has been on a roll visiting its usual place and arriving promptly but the weather which was quite pleasant was such that the nature has been waiting for a long time to recieve the in time Blazer. With another set up being made ready for another admirable day for all those who had just risen admiring this scene and still for those who are yet to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these evaporated when the grave thoughts of the previous night crawled throught the nerves of the brain. But a wave of another breeze again resettled the present beauties of the dawn in the minds.  Just a feeling as though floating in the air along with the dry leaves and cool mist made me to stride along the roads. As this went on for some more moments, the sun started to glitter as though it had worn a dazzling necklace across its face. Again a flash, which brought some odd sensation as though i had suddenly slipped off from a beautiful garden into the graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time no breeze nor the blaze could rip me off from that thought. It was as though i had been pulled down from the undergrounds and the next sensation was though i had been dragged off heavily non stopping. Later with a heavy shook of my head i could realise the grave feeling more than ever, as i could see everything which i thought i felt before my eyes. I could not believe what im staring at but im. Next moment i could even visualise many scenario's which i have never thought or dreamt off. But the vision is getting clearer and clearer and could see more objects moving in front of me. I could not understand nor realise what the hell is happening to me n around me. But as time went on i could hear voices and i started to understand what is happening to me and around me. I was standing in the corener of a Great Hall, where i could see an old man with a long bearing boring an half moon spectacles gripping the wall for his balance. Before him stood a boy with a stick held out in his hand pointing that old man with a sense of fear in his face. Many surrounding them, shouting at the boy to do something and he stands there still. Then came a tall figure wearing a black robes and came to the spot near the old man. The old man ushered "Please Snape..".  To this request, the man drove his stick out of his jacket and then instantly came a green lightning streak from the tip and straight into the old mans aimed chest. The next moment the old man went down without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few seconds later i could realise as the dark great hall being washed away by the blazing sun rays and could see figures vanishing one by one from my sight. It was as though i had pulled off my ears from the underground. Distant voices now starting to increase, i tried harder to get back into the same from where i was being pulled up. I could see my mother running hither n thither and packing things ready for her and my brother to leave to school in time. I could see my mother scorching at me to do some work for her, which i could realise only after few more seconds and shoutings. Helping them to pack and after sending them in time, i came back and sat in the same position to get back to the same from where i was left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, i could feel as though something hit me straight on face. That was nothing but a small spark reminding me that, whatever i felt and saw was just a dream and that dream was nuthing but the impact of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Harry Potter and Half Blood Prince" &lt;/span&gt;, 6th book of Harry Potter Series by J.K.Rowling. Then warming up myself and relaxing my mind and tried hard to get out of that incident that took place in that book which has affected me more than anything. Moments later, everything got settled as the daily routine took my mind out of that thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time began to sped like a slow moving tortoise, so to get involved in another left out thing is the Dan Brown's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Vinci Code.&lt;/span&gt; The name has its own impact, and it had nuthin more on me but very few comments and reviews by my friends and media. But now i myself started to decode the books contents. Seems interesting to come across another author of my liking after Sydney Sheldon, JKR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114961760815118491?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114961760815118491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114961760815118491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114961760815118491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114961760815118491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/06/finished-duelling-and-now-started.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114940521863463720</id><published>2006-06-03T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:40:29.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where this leads us???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; does no one ever loves each other? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; doesnt each think that others too are made up of the same blood n flesh, heart and feel??? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; is this hatred building up and never ever they try to solve that permanently by peaceful way? Dont they realise that pain is for all?? Is that the ferocity is due to the anger or jus to show off that they too eligble and to create a political banner??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NNNNNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt; alll. This boiling rage is within all,but nothing can be made to stop it unless n untill those who r involved in this realise the pains of the victims who are somehow their own kind. Also the most paining is that, the people who r and who have the powers to stop or reduce this, dows encourage this rather that stoping because they themself has the fear and also knew that someday or the other they might be a victim of their own violence or they might be an emd to their own start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again DAMN all. The reason for this is that, leaving those who r involved in this, but thinking of those who becoming the victims who r noway connected,but does lose their life or whatever just for being innocent!!! What have they commited to be a victim and doesnt that again cause to root or bud the rage of violence or revenge in young bloods??? Is this what our civilisation, ethic or epic taught n still teaches us???Might be a wrong question at this juncture. Arent they not aware or not afraid that their own deeds might reflect back to themselves or their wife or parents or their children or their loved ones, in more magnified form......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some must stop this and who is that some. There must be one good leader and good teacher whom must the people n pupil follow respectively. Are we lagging in leaders n teachers who are good enough? Certainly not, but it is the contanimation either in the field of their work or their fellow n co-workers or the constraint atmosphere awaiting them just for being and working for good n welfare of a not a sinlge human but to every single living!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living barbarians are nowhere else but here. All those who enjoy and smile because that someone else is suffering either by because of them or might be by someone or by time(fate). Its becoming like,  People who think a lot rarely work and people who work a lot rarely think. THINK before u WORK and Think again for betterment for not alone u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of having numerous examples of souls who had just lived for others and died for others, we have been increasing violence and hatred as the days passed by. Religion, Region, Politics, Sects are not those for which one should act violently but for a real valid reason and that too only when u c a peaceful path overhead. Sword or a bullet is not the remedy to punish one's mistake, it is enough that words of others, inner conscience and the inner pain is enough and is equaivalent or even more than that merely killing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/prayin%20child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 60px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/prayin%20child.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lease stop atleast for the sake of children and young budding lives which should become the pillars of ur family and our country and not devastators n traitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this SMILE last forever n ever. This group might contain kids from hindu, muslim or even chrishtian, it might also consist kids of urs or ur loved ones or ur neighbours or ur enimies but all are human and please stop all these violence atleast for these buds who wish and shud grow up in peace n smilez and not in tears n fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/religion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 207px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/320/religion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/unsong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 195px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/320/unsong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take it granted that they belong to a religion of Love and all are protected by the affections of their loved ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donot thrash their HOPES even if u r not building it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let all these get over with ur generation and put a stop from the hydra headed monster traversing to the next generation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Please..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114940521863463720?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114940521863463720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114940521863463720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114940521863463720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114940521863463720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-this-leads-us-y-does-no-one-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114918739522000907</id><published>2006-06-01T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:58:52.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; f&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh the wonderful thing is the time....how does this play in everyone's life? Some call it as good time for them, if something happens to them which is supose to happen to them for their deeds and other set(or the same set at some other time)  who call it as bad if something happens, because of them but might have not expected it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave all these, i have finished up with everything(so called BE). Dunno where the time has gone. Couldnt catch up with that, but it is too enjoyable. Passing time just by thinking how to pass the time(Hehehehehe) is really an awesome pleasure. But the pain comes in once get used to this above than the saturation. Past were the days packed with heavy schedule, with a huge amount of man hours from 7am to 2am in the night. But present are the days packed with nothing other than silent snoresssss...Having no big temporary burden expect the life time burden, there is nothing to do or work out something to do with passing the time nuthing other than the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The normal schedule of wakin up by 11:30 in the noon is now extended to 5 pm in the eve. But what to do, nuthing to do. And also im one of the greatest lazy fella among my mates, im getting used to this kinda addiction. Time and tide waits for none. But it tends to go faster when not needed and also slower when not needed. Because its me who doesnt go faster at times and doesnt go slower at times. But wat to do, im too forced to blame others for my own stupidity and mistakes. My concience does sometime pokes me to do something but before i could realise what it is, i would have gone deep into the world of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these happen until im committed to something which makes me to do not neccesarily everything but something n anything other than doing nothing. And the same time is making me to write a blog which has nothing as a whole but everything as a permutation and combination of the 26 possible letters....buzzzzzzy chap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time.....to sleep once again n again....   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114918739522000907?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114918739522000907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114918739522000907&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114918739522000907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114918739522000907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-for-nothing-ahhh-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114901162058562323</id><published>2006-05-30T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T10:53:40.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;'s Biggest  Contribution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bachan, Amitabh has just recovered from illness. Soon after his recovery he has ornamented Lord Venkateshwara with a spare palm covering ornament worth over 7.5 to 9 Crores.&lt;br /&gt;he is really a big B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114901162058562323?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114901162058562323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114901162058562323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114901162058562323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114901162058562323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-bs-biggest-contribution-bachan.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114893017538910949</id><published>2006-05-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:16:15.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mr/Ms B.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"A boy sits with a pretty girl for an hour seems to be a minute, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;but the same sits on an hot stove for a minute seems to be an hour..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how i was taught what Albert Einsteins Theory of Relativity means. This is what happened now. Here comes an end to what called my last official check point to my studies(i might continue in future, but thats optional). All this 18 years of education has come to an end with no big hype except a small smile at the last 5 minutes of my last exam on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;This is the point where most are matured of what life is all about. But at this point people also develop some attitude to lose their ignorance. But the most i hate at this point is that, u can see people who forget to laugh when they must, but do laugh when they dont feel so but does for some other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we learnt a lot and we lost a lot, but what serves us is our memories n our confidence to go front or to drop back. Whatever may be the case, we have earned enough people to lift us or to cut us from doing anything beyond the perimeter of right and wrong. But its upto us to take it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Time has come to bid farewell to each other, and exposing each to new environments to gain new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;beggining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;leads&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;anot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;beggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114893017538910949?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114893017538910949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114893017538910949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114893017538910949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114893017538910949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/mrms-b.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114811088442826791</id><published>2006-05-20T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:10:24.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;as&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt; but not the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;eas&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the words go, im in the verge of completing my final steps in the four year Under Graduate degree program &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.E&lt;/span&gt;(Boring Examinations...oopps sorry... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;achelor of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ngineering). Nature is the most unpredictable thing in this whole universe, but we have one more which u will get to know that later in this small glob(hehehe). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;eason&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; may or may not arrive at their correct time but this breath taking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;emester&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; never fails to come and that too one during heavy winter and the other during heavy summer. As said above,  apart from Nature we have one other unpredictable disaster coming in everyones life at regular unpredicted instance izzz the Results of each semesters(damn this university n the university correctors). These results rarely rates pupil appropriatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result is the sum of the probabilties of the time the paper is valuated, the person who is e-valuating, the mood of the person, his knowledge towards that subject and the idiotic key that is being set for that paper. Still not to leave some exceptions, there r some genuine cases who does eveluate the paper based on the performance of the student in that 3 hours which does reveals his effort for al those 3 months. But apart from that all others are junk. This normally disturbs the preparation of some but yet some do prepare for their knowledge rather than marks(But the pitiest thing is that knowledge of pupil are rated with their marks which is the ultimate stupidity-but no one cant help it, it takes time for this to  change).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said, i m in the verge and not yet completed, because this semester's treat is two subjects and a project. Of which i somehow completed my project(with many controversial consent). So the left out two subjects is eating my hours apart from my sleep. But the happiest thing is that, i can get the hell out of this university which has given me all the positive results most times. With this i can give a pause(jus a pause) to the exams and not to books.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Will c ya s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ooo&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114811088442826791?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114811088442826791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114811088442826791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114811088442826791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114811088442826791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-but-not-least-as-words-go-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114780148896793687</id><published>2006-05-16T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:44:48.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mera&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Rang De&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Basanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/rbdme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 361px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/400/rbdme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;iT&lt;/span&gt;&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/24900539-114780148896793687?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114780148896793687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114780148896793687&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114780148896793687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114780148896793687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/mera-rang-de-basanti-never-miss-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114772593230337341</id><published>2006-05-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:45:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/rdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 119px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/320/rdb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saw this Movie tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/23.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 544px; height: 467px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/400/23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RDB&lt;/span&gt;     ro&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/hoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 387px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/400/hoi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really moved by the movie, no yaar its not just a movie.  I knew nothing except a couple of words in Hindi, but here language is not a barrier, its all the Emotions n Feelings. Im not here to say he review and i wil not, as it should only be felt, not jus reading. And personally i dint want to share it because its too big to share and let that be within me. Sharing might reduce the impact that the movie has created in me n my heart.&lt;br /&gt;One must learn the definition of friendship n affection from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;....believe that there were two kinds of men in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;men who goes to their death screaming &amp;&lt;br /&gt;mens who go to thier death in silence&lt;br /&gt;and thennnn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 483px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/400/final.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i met the third kind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114772593230337341?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114772593230337341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114772593230337341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114772593230337341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114772593230337341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/saw-this-movie-tonight-rdb-rox-was_15.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114752841171534358</id><published>2006-05-13T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T07:11:00.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Idly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sambar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; is the spice to color and to life even to many. At times anger sweeping the whole of us into a different personality and sometimes the calmness posing a totally different persona. The contrast ratio differs from each n everyone. Some people raraely prefers this change in contrast. But people can be whatever they like to be if they want to become so. But chosing the road taken or not taken is upto ones ideology and the situation one is currently pushed in(that may be a constraint or a comfort).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To err is human&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Select the area and find out the hidden text&lt;/span&gt;). But saying this continuously will piss u out. Mistake is being done and rectified everywhere and by everyone. But one thing must be taken into utmost care is that, same mistake must never be done again. Like the ways Edison said "i have found 1000(say) ways of how not to make a Bulb". But this must be said once the bulb has been delivered. If the above clause is not there, U can expect one such statement from everyone when they fail(apologise me... there r certain exceptions in everythin).&lt;br /&gt;One other thing is the Lateral thinking capability. I have been wondering at many times, is Lateral thinking an Intelligence or is it a knowledge or can be gained only through experience. But mind it, one never stop admiring people who r a lateral thinker and their apporoach to any problem and their way of thinkin(waaraey waa...u can take this as my personal experiaence).  People do rarely realise the importance of this thing and how to improve this(may be).&lt;br /&gt;Next is the Decision Making. I seriously understood the importance of decision making in the past 5-6 months(may be even in sily n chota things). One thing i learnt(still to learn more abt that and all), Decision making is simpler when u r left with no choices compared to when there r more choices(even 2). May be this would be the cause because, that scenario might be of avarage importance or might be real difficult to choose between. But yet im sayin this because,  this is one more i shud watchout for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are being said because all these were thought, when i was driving to SPR(Sri Perambudhur) along the highway and incidentally i crossed a rest by Hotel by the name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.&amp;amp;Mrs.Idly Sambar&lt;/span&gt;. The single view of that name alone flushed away all the above thoughts and resulted me in a great laughter as how the manager could have thought or decided this name(cute one)[lateral thinking+decision making+and the contrast in the name again....oho not again]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114752841171534358?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114752841171534358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114752841171534358&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114752841171534358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114752841171534358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114745964211649342</id><published>2006-05-12T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:47:22.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rousu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...continuessss]&lt;br /&gt;ungal adhravaal thodarugindradhu indha railu cha sorry rousu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam'ku munnadi study holidayssu,&lt;br /&gt;exam'ku appuram verum holidayssu,&lt;br /&gt;thookam varavaeppadhu booksu,&lt;br /&gt;ellarum saendhu thoongardhu classu,&lt;br /&gt;fail aana arriyasssu,&lt;br /&gt;fail avalana nee paasu,&lt;br /&gt;pass avalana reappearanssu,&lt;br /&gt;birthday anniku kudukardhu bumpsu,&lt;br /&gt;vaanginavan dikki dappa danssu,&lt;br /&gt;late panna avan paeru lazy goosu,&lt;br /&gt;trainlayae fastu expressu,&lt;br /&gt;slow ah pona adhu goodsu,&lt;br /&gt;jodiya parkla ukkandha loversu,&lt;br /&gt;idha padichadhukkum thankssu,&lt;br /&gt;inemeltum padika pora nee oru kirikksu,&lt;br /&gt;idhu eppavum continueeessssuuuu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piriya vidai peruvadhu ungal kesu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114745964211649342?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114745964211649342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114745964211649342&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114745964211649342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114745964211649342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/rousu.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114745584339056491</id><published>2006-05-12T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:44:03.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rousu kanna rousu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Enna da ivan rousu'nu blog paeru potrukkaanae ivan edhavadhu rousu illa nayyandi panna poraan'nu ninaecheengala, chi chi chi chi enna yosana idhu. Rousu'la vetti pasanga dhaan uduvaanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum dum dum dum idhanaala unga ellarukkum enna solla poraenna, adha sollam bodhu kelunga ippa kaekaaaadheeeeennnngaaaaaa.....veruma keela eludhi irukardha padeeeenga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tharaila adikardhu dhimusu,&lt;br /&gt;Kuchila adikardhu murasu,&lt;br /&gt;Kaalla podradhu golusu,&lt;br /&gt;Advice kudukiravargal perisu,&lt;br /&gt;kumudham eppavachu pudhusu,&lt;br /&gt;Adhukku kudukira gift sirisu,&lt;br /&gt;Deepavali anniku vedikardhu tappaasu,&lt;br /&gt;Adhu namba mela vedicha tamaasu,&lt;br /&gt;Kilpaukathula irukardhu loosu,&lt;br /&gt;Mugathula irukardhu jaws'u,&lt;br /&gt;Aana adhulerndhu varadhu jollsu,&lt;br /&gt;Aalavandhaan kamal haasu,&lt;br /&gt;captain vijayakanthu perrarrasu,&lt;br /&gt;purse'la irukanum kaasu,&lt;br /&gt;illa nee verum oru dubukksu,&lt;br /&gt;Idha rousu'nu nenaicha neeyum oru loosu,&lt;br /&gt;idha porumaiya padichadhukku romba dankssu!!!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rousu kanna rousu....&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114745584339056491?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114745584339056491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114745584339056491&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114745584339056491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114745584339056491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/rousu-kanna-rousu-enna-da-ivan-rousunu.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114737408481117149</id><published>2006-05-11T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:01:24.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 82px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/buddha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ghing Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is a small note to convey my wishes as a citizen of India to the ever green Chief Minister of West Bengal, Mr Buddhadev Bhattacharjee, who scored a thumping victory in Jadavpur, winning by a margin of over 58,000 votes. Left feared a moral defeat with less than 180 seats. But now, the CPI-alone has won more than half of 294, with Brand Buddha in the driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I just felt like sharing the emotions that i felt after seeing the Budhhaji's speech(p&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/budhadev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 81px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/budhadev.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aetti). The moment he was asked about his victory, Mr Buddhadev's reaction was quite casual and started saying that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There had been many mistakes that we had committed in our last rule and we had planned to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eradicate the possibility to repeat any such in the future. Still there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has to many root work to be done to change the scenario of many things and now eventually holding a tight grip such that many MNC's have come forward to establish themselves there.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the potential of this Politician, changes the screen on the television where he is bowling to the prince of Calcutta and few himself with the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a man he is. It has been rightly said that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They are proceeding with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their eyes on the stars with their feet on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114737408481117149?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114737408481117149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114737408481117149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114737408481117149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114737408481117149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/laughing-buddha-this-is-small-note-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114737230135586269</id><published>2006-05-11T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:37:10.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every thing that has a Beginning has an End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There ends the drama that has taken place more than a month. With many twists n turns and many switch overs of faces from one to another, atlast the 83 year young politician and his team and along with his allies has turned the tables down against the existing leader along with her weak ally.&lt;br /&gt;This election results has been tough for all as there was no party which could run the government without the help of the ally. But a fair contest which the people had shown, and also the increase in the vote ratio also indicates the increased morality of each citizen and the country as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Records are to be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time ever in the history of Tamil Nadu state election, a coalition government is to be formed led by the leader of the leading party. There would normally be a scenario where one party would sweep over the other.&lt;br /&gt;And also its been ages that Congress had showed a huge performance after 1967 with a huge strike rate intis election, where they are going to provide outside support to the leading party(DMK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. For the victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major reason for the victory(over the other leading party, to be precise) was the election manifesto of each party. Freebies making the jaws drop of most of the 6 crore and the 2Rs Rice was the highlight along with the COLOUR TV. Add ons, land for villagers, money to brides etc... counted onto their victory.&lt;br /&gt;Also not to leave the fact that, clubbing up with strong allies who had done huge amount of fieldwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. For the Loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite starting their campaign very early, they dint make it a good ending with less amount of field work compared to their competitor. May be they were confident about their people but that turned out to be too over confident to count on the audiences cum the judges of all these drama. 5 years went on bit rough in the beginning but many threats were dealt to perfection. But that is not alone enough for one to sustain until ur manifesto speaks.&lt;br /&gt;With many minor heads moving their side resulted in no big issue except for the fact that people had some comic shows between the two screens.&lt;br /&gt;One more important was, once criticing the other for their freebie and u too start to do that as a way to over surprise people who are all well aware of each and every step each takes to overcome others.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway mistake is a mistake once committed which cannot be omited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some comical climax, like some tv shows and moving heads from one to another with no good reason to claim for their shift whic too counted to the downfall. But the Veteran politician with so much of experience in this field was so confident about his victory and won it might not be the amount he expected but has reached the goal with the help of his allies.&lt;br /&gt;This election has taught everyone the significance of our State election and also the people of Tamil Nadu who are more matured and they dont really go blindly by the freebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that this party can deliver the best of their ability to the people also need to go inline with their ally and conitnue to rule the entire 5 years with no deprovement in the states upgoing process(both economically, financially and what not). Tamil Nadu is one of the emerging states which is growing in an exponential way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning not alone yields a best leader. Tamil Nadu had many good Leaders but yet to have a good Opponent leader. y not let this be a start for those....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114737230135586269?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114737230135586269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114737230135586269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114737230135586269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114737230135586269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/every-thing-that-has-beginning-has-end.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114711316782025893</id><published>2006-05-08T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:24:33.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Growing old is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;%&lt;/span&gt;*b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;%&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;#d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;M#&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amidst this violent and hatred loving world with a very few hearts caring for &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 98px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;other souls, what would GOD(the creator, protector &amp; the destroyer) be doing. All the souls being harvested into this world are cute and sweet, before and once after they step into this world. The best part of God's production is the mechanism of childhood to second childhood. One soul being loved by all is the soul of every baby. It is being loved and loved by anyone and everyone. And the best stage of anyone's life is that, that period of dur&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/sweet-and-innocent-1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 91px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/sweet-and-innocent-1708.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ation where one sees everything with a look of exitement and thrill and a quest to feel that. To this aged we tend to forget ourself and we too behave like kids. So the above statement has been a discovery of the innocence and chilidishness among everyone. But all these get faded once we grow mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 114px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/hell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming older makes us weaker by exposing us to various constraints and circumstances. Winning over it and the happiness in that is different but what im dealing is life which needs no neccessity to undergo such hardships for learning life itself. Growing more older makes us mature n partly lunatic. As we cannot expect everyone to excel every situation, but every bud is the same but how long they last n survive depends on their situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cry for no reason and we become numb for most reason.The former is the childhood and the latter is all other than childhood. We dont worry for others and be straight forward and latter is we stop worrying for ourself and our fellow being and start to worry for those who make us worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trade-o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/cute-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 139px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/cute-baby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ff here is the Innocence for intelligence,knowledge and name it whatever u feel like. Is it neccessary that we must grow old, but what to do, i still grow even the time i pray god not to make me old(old in sense, every sec one is losing his/her innocence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one pleasure in this is that, we are able to feel the innocence only when we grew older. But we rather brush up those innocence of ours and comfort ourself by those memories. Words, deeds and actions have more magnified meaning once we grow old. So we are here capable of changing many things. The power to make anyone smile,think,cry,work,care,console is within us. And also the power to change anybodys lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i felt like asking n sharing whether it is a boon or is this our doom???Whatever it may be, its only we gonna live that, with all our confidence and hope and faith of many. Next thing great to innocence is the self-satisfaction. So donot anything for namesake. Do everything for the sake of it and U as a human and the amount of self satisfaction u gain out of that is noway comparable to anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When Money is lost, nothing is lost;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When Health is lost, something is lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When Character is lost EVERYTHING is lost.(Gandhiji)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114711316782025893?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114711316782025893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114711316782025893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114711316782025893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114711316782025893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/growing-old-is-b0on-or-d0om-amidst.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114693235657153620</id><published>2006-05-06T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:11:59.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wh&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; cant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; be the wa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; meant to BE&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....once again the day went off reltively mild than it was. The word relatively is mentioned here because the sun is expected to glow more than it was already. A week before couple of days, Sun was horribly blazing on chennai, a record breaking in the history of Chennai's hot weather. But for the past two its bit coool as though the sun has gone for a tea break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with some unfinished jobs, the day started typically with a yawn in the dawn. Hastily woking with those, just to get rid out of that job as soon as possible, i sat and set to work. With increasing friction i completed a major part of work with a huge sigh. Closing that both on the screens and on my mind, trying hard to focus on something else where my mind could rest for peace or relax itself. Then came a relative of mine, who was gathering votes for his party and was demanding to cast for his party. With some hot, spicy and controversial dialogues with him about his party, my mind got tensed up and it was like as though there is some nuclear fusion reactions taking place up inside my skull without my knowledge. This growing heat made me to everything except to think why and what am i doing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a single spark of this thought in my head made everyother thing go out of the blue, which was like a heavy motor which has been rotating with deafening sound has been suddenly switched off and i felt a sudden chill prevail inside my skull and freezing all other parts. This transition was also  painful, as all these are happening to me with my knowledge but out of my control. Now everything started to cool down and i could feel some soothing breeze brushing away all the affected parts and  could feel some sort of healing work being done inside me. Now i sat silently and became a spectator of the happenings that is taking place inside me. Initially the pain was unbearable but now to enjoy this pleasure that pain is of no sinificance. Another small was drawing my concenteration and concience out to some other thing. Going along the way led to a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After a deep search i found the question that was escalating in frequency within me is  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wh&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; cant i be the wa&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; i meant to be???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before even erealising this another followed the same way to hit me...and that was... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was this is to me alone or is this question in everyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to comfort myself, i take it this way that everybody has this question, where some must have found the answer, some stil searching for, in some this might have not yet arised(because they are yet to realise their deviation, if at all) and some might be on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the same question again, i once realised and recllected what i thought i must be and reviewing how i was and how am i now? There was a lot of deviation. Now its heartbreaking for me to know that im far away from how i should be, what i thought of achieving and what i am currently. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why dint i note this deviation in me in the beginning?&lt;/span&gt; This question is valid one and must be justified. As im a good pacifier of my faults, an immediate answer came but unfortunately that was 200% right too. That was, the reason why i did not feel thatim getting deviated in the beginning was, the deviation which happened in the beggining was too small and that deviation is known tome at that time. The thing which made me to compromise was, since the deviation was too small, i thought i can get back on track anytime i need. The best thing was since i knew of this deviation, i maintained that level of deviation such that i does not develop that developed one.&lt;br /&gt;Time went on and on, where in the mean time i forgot that there is a deviation developed inme and i need to get back. And before i could realise, a sudden disaster or desire(two sides of a coin) took me totally away from the initial one. So i forgot where am i and where i need to go.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I could not find any traces of my old track and also could not remember where i was travelling due to the sudden blow. Later, as time passed on, i could partially get to know of where i was and how i am here. But i am not able to get back or rollback things happened because i take most things to my heart and also to add on this had more impact which stopped me from turning back. Instead i started walking up the way that was infront of me with all the sweet memories and strengths given to me. But now i am very careful each and everystep of mine, i too get diverted and deviated by the circumstances but there was always a caution over head which indicates me to get back on track as soon as possible. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let My sweet memories and the merries of the future pave way for me, hoping that this might lead to the final destiny where i should reach, if not i have my own strength along with everyones faith and confidence on me and the love and affection of my friends and above all is my life and hope which i wil never lose til i reach my destiny...&lt;br /&gt;Let me say one thing, something which stops me from commiting most serious mistakes are the faith and confidence that others has on me. Really God or the Almighty has given me a great gift of loving hearts always sorrounding, protecting and praying for me forever.&lt;/p&gt;After some serious thoughts, i erased those fom my memory once i have typed those. Now my current aim is not to get back on track(becoz i need not want that) or reach my destiny(i knew i wil someday), but the answer is to do the best whatever i can to all whom i come across in this current path, with my fullest heart and with no half measures and to be polite atleast to unknowns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(**I know this is bit more bigger and harder to read the entire one. So i thank u all for ur world of patience in reading this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114693235657153620?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114693235657153620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114693235657153620&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114693235657153620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114693235657153620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-cant-i-be-way-i-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114676827238671675</id><published>2006-05-04T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:44:32.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/hcl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 630px; height: 71px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/400/hcl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;visit to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the greatest happinezz apart from lonlinezz(hehehehe) is making fun and getting others into trouble some way but nothing which has a serious consequence(an enjoyable one...). In that way, just as a deal to visit my bro's company for a book which my brother needed(might be darely) for his weekend eXam. And as always the passion to improve knowledge from any and every source of my brother, is unfortunately(jus kidding) incubated in his blood might be even before his birth. A commited tummy fellow(previously...a bit now), working smart n hard to achieve whatever he is commited to. Lemme come back, this fellow asked me to come to his office  reception where i met an young lady inthe front office. As usual my presence there was questioned and i had to explain them and all normal formalities. She had a cute smile with an teeth alignment not in the order way, but still that even added up to her cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been watching one door for my bro's arrival but i then realised that i was looking at the wrong door as the young lady indicated me that my bro would come from upstairs. Then came the hero inspite of his busy schedule(to make it formally as always), but was really busy,phone calls ringing,  message popping out and what not. I had been observing his shipshape desk, the table top and the things over there arraged orderely was eye catching. Birthday cards, vivekanadhar, write up of "manadhil urudhi vendum..."(and more than that listening to him say that), cute baby from his team mate pisasu(im sorry he mentioned her that way..i rarely remember that her name starts with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'S*'&lt;/span&gt;), head fone, mouse plugged in the front usb jacket, a couple of his nameboard(happy n proud to c those..dunno Y), tiffin dabbi, and his visiting cards stuffed to a corner(from which i stole 2 out of knowledge only) and many more(i have a bad memory to remember all). I just stood up, just to have a look at what others are doing becoz i stil have this unfelt curiosity of bein in an working atmosphere which i might be in a few months. Some sitting n staring at their monitor, as if expecting something to get done of its own and some in groups probably discussing something which must be useful but not for nuthing which i believe so and many unoccupied chairs layin vacantly before computers(ooops that was snacks time). Then sat down before my brother could pull me down, and started to stare at the monitor which looked as though it has been freezed by someone during its work, waiting for the sole person to unfreeze it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left to the so called pantry after a long walk on the corridors of his company building and found nothing there came out with heavy heart and empty stomach, and then while climbing up the stairs, he got a call, where he was talking something seriously with a tight smile and mainly i knew for the first time he knew &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baradha naatiyam&lt;/span&gt; and made it very simple that he did that frees how for me with one of his hands closing one ear, neat pants with heavy pockets and dacing(allow me to use that term) within foru relaitvely bigger than smaller square sized tile or marble watever.Nice to watch but same step being repeated created a bit sensation as though the chemical chloroform is brought somewhere near, but suddenly it was taken away from me, becoz he had finished the call before i could collapse. Then he was taking me to the pantry in his own floor. I was following him closly with my head turning either side, as though there had been a badmintom match played before me, to watch what the owners of the occupied seats are doing. I was taken near the emergency exit, which created a sense of feeling as though i would be thrown out by my brother for my innocent behaviour there, as always(wat to do..i cudn hide the facts abt me). Then was a refrigerator with some cool drinks and a couple kept half drunk. I helped myself with a ful bottle of slice(.2 l) and he too had the same. And due to my brothers sincere request, i felt for the first time, he might be busy and accepted to leave. Took his camera and left the computer arena packed with cubes, computers, caris and techies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been tellin u this becoz this is my visit to a second biggie in IT field. First was microsoft which was awesome, huge thing(wil tell u abt that secretly in another blog...shhhhhhhhhhh). Next is this one. Hmmm better environment to ensssaay n work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114676827238671675?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114676827238671675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114676827238671675&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114676827238671675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114676827238671675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/05/visit-to-hcl.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114580486468873027</id><published>2006-04-23T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T10:41:13.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/Hurdles.4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 140px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/Hurdles.1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm......great day with many hours of sleep comes to an end with a start to this blog...i was just rushing through my memories of the past couple of weeks. Out of all some still hit hard on my face. My project work, where i did none to say honestly but gettin some comments as though i reached somewhere none can reach, but that was right by some means, becoz none cud be so lazy n worse at the work like me....the name i gained, bad n rarely good...and a small gift from my department, i doubt whether im worth of that even now, anyway am proud to get that. Then jumping onto the project lane, where im the last with very few jus ahead me and others i could not even trace their trails, too far ahead...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Where does all these lead me....last minute preparation for my project or is it my at&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/ahead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 105px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/ahead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;titude or the hat(e)itude towards it, the interest to my project, or those words from few people whom i worth, still echoing in me, my capability, my credibility...??? But being one among some great giants(my friends) who stuff themself with excellent work and hardwork for their project, i still cant find out what still is holding me back...even before thinking what is holding me back... i started doubting whether am i being held back or is that is my fullest potential of doing things??? God knows (i must know that, dont mind)&lt;br /&gt;My fame in my department or among anyone(if at all) is all a MAGIC with NO LOGIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn...cuming out of that thing comes another to hit me...im trying to dodge it, but im not becoz of some serious friction which i had created but not intentionally between my frenz. That too many resulting in contradictory actions of my frenz n mines but still...i regret the fact that i commit those kinds of mistakes just becoz of the thing im an eXtrovert, too outspoken n frank n most importantly Friendly(i suppoz??) With all the flaws within me, i could not stop myself from thinking, y people change themself to situation suddenly jus becoz to add spice to that moment and y just dont they stick up to what they r actually???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;e&lt;b&gt;xt &lt;/b&gt;thing is my anger and emotions. I should always thank God that he has always given me excellent friends. They were kind enough to tolerate that and still move with me. I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/life_hurdles_southwold_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 118px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/life_hurdles_southwold_h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; am happy about that and i thank almighty for giving me such good n cute friends from school mates(praveen, parthi, ranga, yogi, gans, narsiman, veeru, balaji....), higher sec(chandru grp), and in college...Hope u dont mind me in giving a very few names whom i bothered a lot but they r incubated with world of patience because they still dont leave me behind and they fight for their life and also for mines too...of many, Santosh, Sandeep, Ganesh, Himachu, Amith, Karthick, Santa(great singer and a few couple of my seniors and one puckish junior Vassaanth, all filled every moment of my bus life with fun. Coming to college life, Santosh(Microsoft &amp; infonautix partner, the new company that will emerge soon) &amp;amp; Sandeep( ___ partner, ooops I meant Polaris) even played a major by being a part of me myself and Sandhya, the first ray of closeness &amp; affection i ever felt and had, then saranya, a special gift; arul, Mr Dhanush(log offaaa, dont mind,he cant be described with mere permutation n combination of this 26 letters), Usha a bit in the begining, kavitha(great eater), vino and many more some left here cant be explained by mere words like gopi(two diff years of exp), barath, VJ(daddy), uday, raj, murali(instant juggler of words n hard to become like him, instant laughter creator), aravind(ece) and Ashok(who spen most time with me in the later part), ambeth(does things differently by the words of some legend),balakrishnan(extra ordinary hard worker), bhaskar, satish, alladi( oops vinoth),roopi,aarvam(sorry gkjkk karthi), Dk and many to add….(soon will create another blog only with my friends name, but even that may roll down to reels)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;I thank once again for this wonderful gift (I presume something and go by &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 121px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/study.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that and misunderstand people, but all were always supportive for me and never they let me down). Hmmmm droping back to my thoughts, my anger n emotions let me go down by miles.&lt;br /&gt;The amount of sadness people had when something strange on the negative side happened to me and the amount of happiness that glit their face when those strange things get rewarded are awesome and viewing them as a 3rd person is too good and i sometimes feel jealous of myself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;But I still feel that im lost in thoughts or i lost my track!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoping that i soon get out of this nightmare and get back on track along with this real world!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Fut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/business_proc.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 91px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/business_proc.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e ahead is infinite and with full of unknown mechanism waiting for us to reveal those. The most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;important thing in this world is our every word, thought and deed which lays up a store for us. Bad works are ready to spring upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; like hydra headed monster on us and good works are ready to protect us with the po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wer of many hundred thousands angels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;I might have ended this probably the way it should have not been, but afterall these words just reflected my thoughts and no grudge or something else...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;**####**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou are the creator of your own destin&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**####**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114580486468873027?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114580486468873027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114580486468873027&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114580486468873027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114580486468873027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/04/hurdles.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114504039977132957</id><published>2006-04-14T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:46:39.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;When is my ReVieW???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes the cool fresh air from the entrance cooler of the 3*** Hotel, Radha Park Inn. With buzzing environment in later eve of the big Wednesday, with many fighting hard to enter the small entrance as fast as they can to search for their respective halls,some to greet their friends, some to greet their loved ones on thier day of birth or to greet them on that special occasion for what everyone have gathered there. The whole lobby is vibrating with wishes for Birthday, and some still finding hard to identify their set of people and many running here n there to get some accessories like their forgotten battery for their camera and some even their camera itself. Amidst this commotion, three students found a place to enter the big hall. marchin 2wards the reception which was almost diff 2 trace  as they were begginin 2 get buried among the crowd tht encircled them, those three landed safely n told the receptionist that there presence here is about fixing up an hall for their Get2gether.The three were forwarded to another officer and so the rest went on formally n casually querying about the availability of halls on some dates n rates and menus etc....Similar way some two other hotels near by to the first one was visited and checked for the details...Time has come for the three students to break apart to leave to their houses. Out of the three, first one is tall, big n manly nearly 6.2 ft, the second one is bit more short than the first one who has spent more time in the recent past with me, and the third is none other than "me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the clock ticked for 10 and bidding farewell to both for that night, i came back home at a sail's pace which i rarely do. Lost in thought in the arrangement for the get2gether function i forgot about the project review that is expected to happen for the first time to my batch(ahem.... my batch consists of only one team member n that is me). Suddenly a spark which ignited the thought about the review upsetted me, because the preparation for the second review is only half way through which i should have finished by this time.The thought of my review flushed away all other thoughts and made me to sit before my computer and start working on it. Due to heavy work my eyes n body could not get themseleves synchronised with my mind. But hastily trying hard to do something for that review as searching, browsing and all sorts to prepare some write ups for the tomorws review. In the mean time, Mr Moon has travelled his journey for the day leaving way for his partner to take over for the rest of the day. In my dreams i had everything except my review, so that night went without an alarm being raised for long hours. Then atlast, i cud hear my mother yellin at me asking me to get ready for college. Fighting hard to open my eyes to see the bright light, but i was not able to see anything except a big question mark, where i could see myself hunging down seeking for some rescue out of this heavy burden on my head....jus brushing my teeth and my brains and bring back my conscious into the stream of reality i could remember somethin hittin my brains hard and hardear...My stomach started lurching even before i could recognise what was that burden doing all such magic with no logic....Fine refreshing myself getting back to sense of right n wrong, was hurryin to have a bath(kaaka kuliyal) and into my fullest form according to the ethics of my college....formal pants on with shirt tugged in and shoes worn and running hard with&lt;br /&gt;a dirty hair style to catch the bus, which i miss everyday by an edge...Placing myself hastily on the back seat,started brushing up the happenings of past couple of days and suddenly got a spark which reminded me about my review....ooooppppssss, there is a panel which has some 4-5 chairs placed for the dignitaries to come, shooting their queestions at and increasing pace at my project, before even i could sense the first question,the second will be shot and the third will be ready to slip out of their mouths any moment...With a big shaking of my head, came my conscience back to reality,where i could hear the horn sounds, accelerating vehicles at the last moment of the signal befor it puts up with RED....Rushing through the pages of the book which i had mostly relied on for my project...suddenly felt an alarm by which i could see a bulding with ivory n red colors and ofcourse that happened to be my college...Slowly descending the bus, climbing the stair case at even more slwer pace, sat before the same monitor and was trying wat to prepare for that review....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast got an idea of writing some meaning to some programmatical jargons used in my project as the report for my review...and with some diagram made ready, waiting n hoping for my turn to present somethin more than nuthin abt my project...The time went as such evry hour went like a minute...but all were happeneing except my review...waited till 4.30 expecting i might be called some moment by my Head, who happened to be my internal guide..but i wasnt...time clicked the 4'o clock alarm and was moving bt slower after that, suddenly i was called and even my friend who is in another batch was called...With a bright face stood up and thought it was my turn to present, waled down to my head and me and my friend was asked to leav the hall as we need not show our review... Our faces turned red, but we could do nuthin except to leav the hall and the next moment off we were. With a heavy heart left the hall without a single experience of wat review is all about personally, when it happened for all twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping atleast i would learn that experience in my final exam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114504039977132957?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114504039977132957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114504039977132957&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114504039977132957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114504039977132957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-is-my-review-there-comes-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114449127985542325</id><published>2006-04-08T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T03:14:39.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Unsolved Mysteries&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;       From dawn to dusk the whole world seems to make me dizzy in thier own way.Hmm..all of them seem to kindle&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;varied emotions in me.the moment i look at the sparkling faces of parents on seeing&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;their new borns step into this world delights me; when i meet people greet&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;their&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;loved ones on special occasions&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;makes me feel the warmth of relationship; whenever new laws are being enacted i feel that i am a part of the system that is quickly changin all the laws to fit the current&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;world; TV’s broad(ly) casting&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the latest&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;inhuman happenings &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all over the globe; records being broken here, there n everywhere; crying kids at the entrance of the school&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hesitating to get in the campus; some expecting the arrival of their loved ones; many hurrying to their office to pile up their n their bosses work; wheels of vehicles trying to take more turns than it normally does, birds chirping, blazing sun trying to leave its work place earlier, new inventions n discoveries and many more...... With all new invention in physics, life sciences&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;n not to leave Computers there r still some underlying things which are a part of our day to day activity but yet to reveal. Apple has been falling on the ground for years, but it was Newton who raised a question of WHY? which led to the evolution of Gravitational theory. Some electronic gadgets(mainly CELL PHONES) which were named only for a few, until this &lt;i&gt;Karlo Duniya Mutti Mein&lt;/i&gt; flashed on the screens of media, after which, those mentioned gadgets are found rarely missing in the hands of people. though all these things makes&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;me to get puzzled , there is something else tht seems&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to be an&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;unsolved mystery (representing the community of like-minded people like me), something which is&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;left unexplained.&lt;br /&gt;My doubt actually is...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What is the power of any&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;teacher??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;How does they have more power than instant sleeping pills have??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;How do most teachers posses these?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hmmm everyone must have guessed by now the purpose of these questions n this blog ofcourse!!! There are some teachers who take even the geeks of the class to day dreams. is it the vulnerability of the students or the credibility of the teachers?. To me, noise from the class is directly proportional to the credit of teachers, coz atleast the teacher has managed 2 keep&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the students awake, whereas&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a silent class can only mean&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the silent sleep of the students.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Is&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the mistake is on the teacher or the post given to them as teacher??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway keep thinking about this and also do pray for me as my internal assessment has started and i need to prepare for those from the scrap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ZZZZZ&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114449127985542325?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114449127985542325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114449127985542325&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114449127985542325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114449127985542325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/04/unsolved-mysteries-from-dawn-to-dusk_08.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114392805478049829</id><published>2006-04-01T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T13:47:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Going back 2 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; days.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the four...winning shot from Irfan Pathan and takin India to victory. Young chap SK.Raina played a key role by hittin 81*(89b) led india to victory on a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/61190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 257px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/320/61190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dead pitch on which ball never comes onto the bat, and where all other major batsmen failed, SK Raina played the winning role when India was on a crucial state 92/5. Sk Raina along with the Dhamaka master MS Dhoni took india onto a 2-0 lead over England with SK Raina declared the Man of the match for an outstanding performance. With that the highlights of the previous day match got over in that channel...with many thoughts scrappin my memory about the present indian team, where some one is ready to stand up n deliver that innings for the victory n not really relying on one particular hand either to do with the bat or with the ball and where is the bengal tiger crouchin...how can one take him out from the team....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later hastily placin myself onto the chair facin the only device which many times does wat i say and sometimes does what i dusnt say...Switchin on both the monitor and the main power of my computer, i was starin the monitor for it to get loaded and atlast all the loading process finally got over with a roarin sound indicating the boot up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was on my way to write a blog regarding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;which was the tentaive topic given to that blog, and that went for some time. Sometime later when the blog was ready with the write up, yet to do somethin with the formattin, suddenly the screen went blank, fans started to slow down without a notice and all other electrical equipment went silent as if they were sleeping suddenly...then realised that current went off and hurriedly turning back to my monitor and realising that a great effort in writing that blog which every human being needs to think off abt their presence is gone.there sank a heart for its work being lost without being published...Current came but there is noway that those powerful letters can be brought back...with a heavy heart, the distance between the two lids starts to decrease and off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many distinct n new dreams where im playin a part in that, someone lifted me high above the world of imaginations and brought me back to this small world of reality.Then i realised it was none other than my conscience. Then got a reminder in my mind that i need to pick my mother from school by 7pm. Today is the day of convocation for the UKG(upper kinder garden) kids, where my mother stood as a class teacher for one band of kids. With all these things in my mind i was driving on my bike all the way to her school which incidentally is my school too(where i did my Higher education). Parkin my bike on the gap available, placed my foot on the gates of my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came a heavy breeze took everythin inside me leavin nuthin else except the traces of my school days happenings. With these things happening i was moving unknowingly, passin the security guard and now standin near the god Vinayak. I became a spectator of mine, since all these r happening by its own, as though my body n mind has been taken over by some automatic control. Sliding through the croud, reached the real big chunk of kids wearing Yellow gown with a Hat and a certificate in their hands, proudly walkin, dancing and some sittin idle by the orders of their class teachers. where does all these innocence go. By lookin at all these, this creates a sense of hatred towards &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;, which has made evryone to grow old, lose their innocence n childishness n the age where one doesnt know what is ego, jealous, hatred, vengeance,distrust etc. Walkin with that certificate after achieving many milestones leaving loads of happiness on each of their parents n class teachers face. Why is gettin faded as years roll over. TiMe teaches u knowledge, but do we have to learn that knowledge, some by pledging their innocence and some by selling out the innocence. Is this knowledge is gained to become more sensitive, short tempered, selfish, jealous, to develop hatred among us, tryin to push all other for one to come up....Is it so neccessary to lose all these jus for knowledge, but can we do to that, nuthin can be done because, THIS IS THE WAY OF LIFE and all we need to do is that travel on that way as smoothly n safely as v can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is the only place where we laugh only when we are happy and we cry only when we r sad. Competition is the key there for the success. All sittin together, stealin n eatin others lunch durin intervals and eatin theirs durin the correct luch time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sharin&lt;/span&gt; is the other major thing in school life. Sharing is the unspelled MANTRA, from sharing ur food to sharing ur smiles n tears happens full heartedly only in school days. u love n hate someone for no big reasons and roaming in gangs is other major spectacle in schools. Bunking classes, Canteens becoming class rooms r things which dusnt happens in schools that easily but there are a few who does all these with utmost ease. Functions celeberated and fancy stories floatin all over the surface of the school, expectin the clouds to overwhelm the school with its water and what not...crowds becoming lesser as the number of stars starts to increase in its bluish black house...Roamin in this darkness with someone following me, who sometimes comes to my left and sometimes to my right placing his feet on the same place where i place mines. With silence prevailing in external world and still those thoughts lingering in my mind, as how years slided over without sayin even a word. Seasons of nature does come back after some gap but seasons of life like schools do come back only in dreams...thinkin of this, lemme to get back to my (s)cool days and forget this heavy world atleast for some hours till im pushed back into this world of preachin n no practising....&lt;br /&gt;Let peace prevail evry where and lets pray for it, let atleast the cumin generation enjoy the best out of what ever they have with no stabbing others for&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 179px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/320/school.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one's benefit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Signing of from the world of reality&lt;/span&gt;... and ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Signing on to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;world of dreamzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bye c u all there innocently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[;-)&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24900539-114392805478049829?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114392805478049829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114392805478049829&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114392805478049829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114392805478049829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/04/going-back-2-scool-days.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24900539.post-114361596531776555</id><published>2006-03-28T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:06:08.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/images.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/images.5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;iles of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think twice before you speak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            is a proverb which comes into memory of many like me only after speaking. Crash, the movie that explains the irony betwee three things apperances, situations &amp; actions. Same way Sadness is all about the pains and the ways we handle to come over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/A_nod_and_a_smile.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 136px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/A_nod_and_a_smile.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Smil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; mostly reflect the true happinezz, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; may not.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles can never be a fake one, where laughter can be brought in artificially by the actor/actress of this world, just alone for the sake of it. Sm&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/scolari21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 130px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/scolari21.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iles always convey a meaning that either can be a message of love, affection, appreciation, acknowledgement, consolement or even sign of depression n sorrows. But these all depends on the object at whom we smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile has various definitions, presently mine wud be, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A silent small curved line that takes u miles away from the present..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This might be absurd but the above has totally reflected my mood during the course of blogging this. Ok lemme comeback, making others to laugh is a tactic but making others to smile is an art of heart. There is no necesary for an exchange of sounds for makin one to smile, but an eye glance or even a sight of a picture snapped by the two black n white balls is more than enuf to bring out that small little curved line on ur lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/sadness.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 118px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/sadness.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to overcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away can never ever get rid out of ones sadness...The only way to overcome this will be by facing it with straight face n bold heart...Cry out ur problem to ur closed ones and then continue to work on it to win over it. Keep appreciating yourself for all your work and acknowledge others work too and make it point to learn from every small thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/smile.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 155px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/200/smile.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are different ways to approach to things. Surface level approach and the other is to take it to the bottom of the heart. Never fall into either of these, take certain things in former way and some in the latter way respectively. One thing for sure is whatever u think which is a problem today will not be the same in mere future. Time n space will heal you, so keep prayin for the time and live for whom u love also for those who live for u(not necessarily for u alone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/1600/card.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/372/2522/400/card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two things that adds on unknowingly for u to come out of any problem is primarily ur prayers and the second important n more effective is the prayers that others make it for u and that counts more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoping this dusnt eat up much of ur time.....People laugh a lot now but forgets to smile on many occasions which mite not alone help them to recover but also heals others from their sadness. So &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sMILE to take U n Others miles away from the present to a different space of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is the only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to any and all problems we face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaalam mattumae kayathukku marundhaagum. Kaalathaal mattumae kanavugalaiyum kaayathaiyum vella mudiyum.&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/24900539-114361596531776555?l=nxt2thrill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/feeds/114361596531776555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24900539&amp;postID=114361596531776555&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114361596531776555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24900539/posts/default/114361596531776555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nxt2thrill.blogspot.com/2006/03/smiles-of-sadnezz-think-twice-before.html' title=''/><author><name>nXt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13542055254471661318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/10213/640/nxt2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
