<?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-18104913</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:25:03.471+10:30</updated><category term='Chris Gardner'/><category term='Jaden Smith'/><category term='Canberra'/><category term='Hari'/><category term='Madhvan'/><category term='A.R Rehman'/><category term='Mani'/><category term='Daffy'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Abhishek'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Ooty'/><category term='Aishwaraya'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Startbucks'/><category term='Brain'/><category term='Will Smith'/><category term='Coffee'/><category term='The Pursuit of HappYness'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='Week'/><category term='SPB'/><category term='University'/><category term='Tea'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='Bio data'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='Why'/><category term='Problem'/><category term='Guru'/><category term='Vaathu'/><title type='text'>»-(¯`v´¯)-»HaRiZZZZ»-(¯`v´¯)-»</title><subtitle type='html'>Du bist mein Leben, Du bist mein Love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-8169369482081403555</id><published>2008-08-16T03:24:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:26:52.448+09:30</updated><title type='text'>One more little angel in our family!</title><content type='html'>Yeah... I am so happy man today.. My sis gave birth to little angel today... I am still thinking how she looks... eagerly waiting to see her picture.. Cant sleep..Cant eat... excited... Happy.. No more words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me with cute names :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-8169369482081403555?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/8169369482081403555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=8169369482081403555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/8169369482081403555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/8169369482081403555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-more-little-angel-in-our-family.html' title='One more little angel in our family!'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-728104562445623675</id><published>2008-03-24T00:41:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:50:34.068+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Life - where it goes???</title><content type='html'>As the months turn into weeks and weeks turn into days,&lt;br /&gt;there is some kind of thinking that has started to take its rounds in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Few more months and I am yet another year older.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, into my mid twenties.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if everyone undergoing this phase of their life experience the same, but this time,&lt;br /&gt;for me it is getting a bit tough to think that I am indeed getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I have already started thinking "Hari is getting old"! I now realise that there are younger people than me walking around on Mother earth. A younger generation and already, there seems to be a generation gap between me and the young folks. Now, edging towards the later part of the glorious period of any individual, as I look back into my past and try to analyse all that has happened in this short span, I realise that there were times when I had been free of any worries or hassles. My only ones used to be to win a fight over my elder sister, getting an pair of basketball shoes from my mom, trying to acheive more in Basketball, become the super duper basketball hero of India.  Small things that used to mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at my long list of friends (Orkut say I have 385 friends), I stop to wonder if I am really doing the right thing in having so many contacts or acquaintances. It seems as if there is some strange pair of eyes always following you.  Now with social networking sites and the urge to notify your list of anything and everything that you do, I dont think there is any privacy at all in one's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think about the role of friendships that have been a part of me and my life, I start to realise so many things.  There have been people who have been selfish, who have not understood me. Those whom I had considered very close have betrayed me and gotten the better of me, just for the fact that I let them to, in the name of 'friendship'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them whom I have considered close to me haven't been the best as I believed them to be. And also, now I realise that those whom I have lost contacts with, are the ones whom I miss and will miss throughout the rest of my life. Those whom I dint have the slightest idea of getting to know have been the ones who have made me smile when I cried, who always stand behind me in my happiness and tough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, or rather, always, I wonder why I am into this career. Is this what I always wanted to be? What happened to all my childhood dreams? Those early morning basketball, those big tournament, those dream National games, those beautiful state team , those beautiful All India University team, those million memories that were washed ashore in this ocean of life.  The dreams that meant so much to me had been brutally murdered and laid to wither. Not that I am not doing good in what I am doing now. But the sense of satisfaction is one that this life lacks in terms of career ( still i love my job ). Something which I always yearned to do has been a dream and is going to stay a dream. To pursue the dream at this point of my life is gonna be tough and sometimes even scary and that's the reason why somethings are better left unaccomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things now that I have started to ponder upon. Things that have become opinionated. Starting to analyse each and everything that I have done and will be doing. I realise there are so many limitations to my life and the way I want to live.  I cant take my own decisions and I cant lead my own life. But I still have to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel lonely and insecure. Even with the hundreds of loved voices that would always be more than willing to lend a ear to my woes. But the thought of talking to friends over the same things, moaning the same laments is something that I have started hating. As I think of all this and more, I badly want to relive my past, the past that is slowly and steadily drifting away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have got the best of life and also the worst of life, as I try hard to figure the hidden meaning of this precious thing called LIFE. All I can tell myself is 'Everything happens for a reason' as I start gathering those lost little pieces of ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "You Come Too", 1916&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;br /&gt;by: Robert Frost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-728104562445623675?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/728104562445623675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=728104562445623675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/728104562445623675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/728104562445623675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-where-it-goes.html' title='Life - where it goes???'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-4667607894855090826</id><published>2008-03-05T23:26:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:29:32.294+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Next Phase in Career</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. At last another milestone in Career... Officially Promoted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have gained:&lt;br /&gt;More work,&lt;br /&gt;More problems,&lt;br /&gt;More responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;and more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have lost:&lt;br /&gt;Sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still loving it.. yahooooooooooooooo... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-4667607894855090826?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/4667607894855090826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=4667607894855090826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4667607894855090826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4667607894855090826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2008/03/next-phase-in-career.html' title='Next Phase in Career'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-3092466654357351339</id><published>2008-02-27T23:24:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:28:24.549+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Period</title><content type='html'>Period - Sometimes makes history , sometimes makes Future.. But what is real meaning in dictionary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period -Life, and Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish Death came before Life just as in a dictionary. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will be really good if that happens.. God please rewrite your thoughts ... I wish that will happen in our next birth....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-3092466654357351339?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/3092466654357351339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=3092466654357351339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/3092466654357351339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/3092466654357351339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2008/02/period.html' title='Period'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-1590667284458416930</id><published>2008-02-27T23:19:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:20:30.008+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Who am I living for? Who am I trying to please?&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one who controls my life?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that I can do for myself?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I trying to fool the world?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the one whom I am trying to portray?&lt;br /&gt;Is the life that I am living exactly what I would like to be?&lt;br /&gt;Why does life have to be so confusing?&lt;br /&gt;Why do these desires exist, why does this search live on?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the heart so impatient, why is it so impulsive?&lt;br /&gt;Should I live for my mind or my soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Is all this really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, disconnected thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-1590667284458416930?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/1590667284458416930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=1590667284458416930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/1590667284458416930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/1590667284458416930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-6802510128896141711</id><published>2008-01-28T00:09:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:23:39.652+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Job of doing Nothing :)</title><content type='html'>This is something that may be considered very lazy but I have to admit that some times the sense of being totally free and nothing to do can be very relaxing and refreshing in it self. In the hustle and bustle of our jet age which is so much dictated by schedule’s ,deadline’s , to do list and all sort of time table , u tend to miss the small details of life , things which may be very small and futile if u look at it in a logical way , but things that may give u a special kind of satisfaction , last night I did just that. Standing near beach and watching fireworks with mum and dad, now that may sound real boring or lazy stuff for some of you , but this is something I use to enjoy doing as a kid but as you grow up u tend to lose touch with that childish dreamy world and become more realistic goal oriented achievers or losers. but last night I again found the joy of being a kid when watching those wonderful fireworks up in the sky ,and day dreamed of being a astronaut flying on a mission to mars…. Sounds silly , but strangely I felt free from all the work , emotional stress I was in . Encouraged by this experiences today we ( mum, dad and Ram ) went to blue mountain, after a long time i got to hear a very sweet but now unfamiliar sound … a sound of a bird sing and the sound of a fluttering leaves , I had almost forgot that there are exist such sweets sounds too. In the hectic week ahead which will be full of sounds of vehicle’s honking in a traffic jam, people shouting at each other , managers giving more dead line and mobiles ringing . I will miss that sweet bird’s song and will long to count my stars .&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-6802510128896141711?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/6802510128896141711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=6802510128896141711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/6802510128896141711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/6802510128896141711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2008/01/job-of-doing-nothing.html' title='Job of doing Nothing :)'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-2993587360865750332</id><published>2008-01-05T00:26:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:43:54.951+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Year with Suprise.......</title><content type='html'>A year that has gone by in high-speed...&lt;br /&gt;one that has been different of a kind...New things learnt from everyone...&lt;br /&gt;New experiences and totally new feelings...&lt;br /&gt;New friends who is deep in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;Few lost souls....&lt;br /&gt;Few gained weight....&lt;br /&gt;40 + 325  days...two different countries on the two different continents...&lt;br /&gt;But one day of the year that was expected and awaited for long...31st Dec...&lt;br /&gt;A long journey that just came to an end...A huge sigh of relief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, expecting the new 2008 to be better and fun filled...&lt;br /&gt;Expecting newer experiences and new moments.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R34_DPv1e4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GRUKuFYjMO0/s1600-h/new-years-2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R34_DPv1e4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GRUKuFYjMO0/s320/new-years-2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151624348757752706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a very happy new year filled with surprises, surprises and more surprises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats another year again, a year of hopes, a year of dreams, a year of plans... and a leap year too!!! So we have another extra 24 hours in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new was little New year is bit different from last 3 years..., I was with my mum and dad, for the first time in almost 5 years. New year at Sydney or Adelaide has always been fun, staying awake at the crack of the new year and calling all friends and family to wish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been different from the start. Mum and Dad wished me first... Then i didn't go anywhere out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A travel back to Sydney from Melbourne on the 31st,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise, there hasn't been anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mum and dad slept, house has been all mine for a while and the feeling is actually eerie, going back bed with lot of things in mind, though I love the personal space that I have gained for last 3 years still felt weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was filled with Long days at work, going back late and just waiting to hit the bed very early are few symptoms which i really don't want to see this year. Maybe, I am growing old every day!!! Sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping with all my heart that 2008 is a great year for all people, good and bad, which includes me too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-2993587360865750332?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/2993587360865750332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=2993587360865750332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/2993587360865750332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/2993587360865750332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2008/01/yet-another-year-with-suprise.html' title='Yet another Year with Suprise.......'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R34_DPv1e4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GRUKuFYjMO0/s72-c/new-years-2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-4625823689336855557</id><published>2007-11-25T02:22:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2007-11-25T02:27:46.850+10:30</updated><title type='text'>When you are down?</title><content type='html'>Few things I came to know in last couple of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually fix the problem. But sometimes there are many external factors involved - mostly intangible. It is when things are not in your control that you have a tough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R0hJ2hnCOvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/O6QA0wJq-5o/s1600-h/depress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R0hJ2hnCOvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/O6QA0wJq-5o/s320/depress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136436576099908338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distractions are one way to go. Play, watch a good movie, read a comics, spend time with friends etc. But once the distraction stops, it seems like the earlier thoughts come back with vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking yourself into a frame of mind is another. You know, things like: "It will be alright", "It is for the better", "This too shall pass", "Tomorrow, something will happen and it will be like this problem never even existed" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance, may be? But that needs the maturity of a saint. If you had that attitude, the problem would have never seemed like a problem in the first place, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting your blessings. This seems pretty lame-ass to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do YOU do anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-4625823689336855557?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/4625823689336855557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=4625823689336855557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4625823689336855557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4625823689336855557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-you-are-down.html' title='When you are down?'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R0hJ2hnCOvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/O6QA0wJq-5o/s72-c/depress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-7032897586816897479</id><published>2007-11-25T01:19:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:41:42.910+10:30</updated><title type='text'>All about U</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R0g9CBnCOuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5ySa8ATGbrE/s1600-h/sweet_dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R0g9CBnCOuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5ySa8ATGbrE/s320/sweet_dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136422480017242850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He stood there waiting for her. It was almost a more then 8 months since he had seen her. he strolled around the wet sands, inhaling the cool breeze and slowly recollecting their previous meet. he had felt closer to her more than before. They had chatted for a little more than two hours. Those precious hours were still preserved within his heart as the most valuable treasure in his life. They had discussed about their past, their present and about their future. They had been happy for themselves and their lives. He had been giving her advice for her career and future. He had disclosed about his trouble in aboard to her and about his Pain of living alone. He had been happy for her on that day. As he recollected those lovely memories, her lips curved into a smile. The sound of the hawkers brought her back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she looked at her watch and was wondering what was delaying him. She cursed him for being late. Really funny fights.. So called pencil fights...  But deep inside her, she knew he loved her more than himself. he was too lucky to got her. She had been by his side always when he had needed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves were still lashing the shore forcefully, just like the day they had last met. It was almost late night and still she had not come. he was starting to get worried about her. he tried calling her mobile, but was unable to reach her. he stood there gazing at the waves, suddenly angry over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hari Get up it's already 7.30 Am.... time to office da macha .... We have our deadline today and you need to start Canberra by evening" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God! I wish to be in my dreams....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/18104913-7032897586816897479?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/7032897586816897479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=7032897586816897479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/7032897586816897479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/7032897586816897479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/11/he-stood-there-waiting-for-him.html' title='All about U'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R0g9CBnCOuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5ySa8ATGbrE/s72-c/sweet_dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-4540725383267691432</id><published>2007-11-09T12:07:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:11:30.615+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Moments in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Best moments in life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about person you love.&lt;br /&gt;A sweet conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Get a hug from someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes filled with tears after a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands with your love on a long walk.&lt;br /&gt;Sudden raindrops on the tip of the nose.&lt;br /&gt;Kicking a little pebble lazily&lt;br /&gt;As you stroll with your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;Life looks different when cupid strikes.&lt;br /&gt;And no one can escape it.&lt;br /&gt;For some cupid strikes before marriage&lt;br /&gt;And for some its after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;That's the only difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-4540725383267691432?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/4540725383267691432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=4540725383267691432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4540725383267691432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4540725383267691432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/11/moments-in-life.html' title='Moments in life'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-5063153493432608585</id><published>2007-11-09T08:55:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:12:00.490+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>3rd Diwali thousands of miles away from home, away from all loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;But it is gonna be something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R0GDQxnCOtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QpMcafKV8aQ/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R0GDQxnCOtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QpMcafKV8aQ/s320/DSC00689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134529374397283026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sound of crackers.&lt;br /&gt;No illuminated lights on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;No special sweets.&lt;br /&gt;No waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;No holiday.&lt;br /&gt;No TV programs.&lt;br /&gt;No signs of Diwali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still it is Diwali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a happy and safe Diwali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Courtesy: Kaivalya Prasad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-5063153493432608585?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/5063153493432608585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=5063153493432608585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5063153493432608585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5063153493432608585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/11/3rd-diwali-thousands-of-miles-away-from.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/R0GDQxnCOtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QpMcafKV8aQ/s72-c/DSC00689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-7298471345624670026</id><published>2007-09-10T20:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:57:45.081+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Sep 5th to Sep 9th</title><content type='html'>As I crossed the bridge at Great Ocean Drive listening to the sweet mesmerizing voice of AR, it was then that it struck to me that this was the last time that I would be passing this way in this trip. Yeah!! My Holidays was over and I would be going back to Sydney in 2days..after my wonderful break. The heavily lashing rains woke me up from the lovely memories of Melbourne that I was to take home back with me and all the lovely friends that I had made here in Melbourne in just few days. I managed to complete my last minute packing with lot of confusion and pain..... At last I was seated in the Qantas ( wish i missed the fight ) which would accompany me on my way back to Sydney. Below few lines was my experiences in few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is just about new experiences. It is truly not a bed of roses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RuUpiA0fGWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fjz5ix-d1y0/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RuUpiA0fGWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fjz5ix-d1y0/s320/image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108535016634128738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We pass through all these hurdles and shortcomings to emerge as a new person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ality.&lt;br /&gt;That is what my short stay in Melbourne has taught me..&lt;br /&gt;New Friends which i never thought of!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Experiences which i never had before!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Approach to life which i never thought about!!&lt;br /&gt;Varied Learning to smile 3 days Continuously!!&lt;br /&gt;and many more....&lt;br /&gt;At last, the time to bid goodbye to my dear!! Happening City (Melbourne ) has come...&lt;br /&gt;I left Melbourne Carrying all the&lt;br /&gt;wonderful memories of this 3 days stay here in this Happening City!!&lt;br /&gt;Indeed Missing the traffic Fines!!&lt;br /&gt;Missing the little jokes of Vatsa, Preethi, Raj and Many more!!&lt;br /&gt;Missing the city as such and all those lovely people there!!&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe that is the reason for the Cold in Melbourne..&lt;br /&gt;The city is just not ready to part with me and of course even me either!!&lt;br /&gt;Psst...Dont ask me why Sydney is also Cold!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I was astonished at the change of emotions that I was experiencing. My thoughts transported me to the past. The lovely places that I had visited. Right from the Ocean drive and lots of beautiful places. The lovely friend with whom I had grown close to for ages. And the most memorable part...My most cherished part..It was in this short stay that I was able to visualize  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How can we feel Different"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I had enjoyed each and every minute there. The time spent in Preethi's House.. Cracking Jokes from Vatsa and Raj.. Awesome Dinner with new special persons in my life..all the wonderful new friends that I had got to know.&lt;br /&gt;Truly I would be missing all this fun and frolic. With all these thoughts, I landed in Sydney Airport and I noticed that the rains had not stopped yet. With a heavy heart, I realised that the nature also was shedding tears for me sharing my inconsolable pain. My eyes slowly contributing to the heavy drops of rain here in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you All.. Hope You all Enjoyed a lot.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-7298471345624670026?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/7298471345624670026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=7298471345624670026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/7298471345624670026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/7298471345624670026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/09/sep-5th-to-sep-9th.html' title='Sep 5th to Sep 9th'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RuUpiA0fGWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fjz5ix-d1y0/s72-c/image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-4368458638396099087</id><published>2007-07-12T00:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:09:11.560+09:30</updated><title type='text'>50th with 100 Stress busters...</title><content type='html'>Ya hooooooo  its my 50th Post with some useful information :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RpTrRix7YmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4T6OlmRinZE/s1600-h/Copy+of+bigstockphoto_Stress_686483+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RpTrRix7YmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4T6OlmRinZE/s320/Copy+of+bigstockphoto_Stress_686483+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085948565834654306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Getup 15 minutes earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Prepare for the morning the night before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Avoid tight-fitting clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't rely on your memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Practice preventative maintenance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Make duplicate keys and store them where you can get to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Say 'no' more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Set priorities in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Avoid negative people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Use your time wisely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Simplify everything you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Make copies of important papers and store them where you'll be able to find them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;repair anything that doesn't work properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ask for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chunk down big jobs into little ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;View problems as challenges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look at challenges as opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unclutter your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Be prepared for rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Laugh at something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pet a dog or cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't try to know all the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look for the silver lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Say something nice to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Teach a kid to fly a kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Walk in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Schedule some time each day to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take a long shower or a bubble bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Be Conscious of the decisions you make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stop beating yourself up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stop saying negative things to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Visualize yourself winning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Develop your sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stop thinking that tomorrow will be a better day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Set goals for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Say hello to a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ask a friend for a hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give a friend a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look at the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Breathe slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Learn to whistle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Read a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Listen to some music you've never heard before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Watch a ballet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Read something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stop a bad habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Buy yourself a flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Smell the flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Find support from others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give support to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Work at being cheerful and optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Put safety first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do everything you do in moderation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pay attention to your appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Strive for excellence, not perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stretch your limits a little each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look at a painting or a sculpture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hum a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eat nutritiously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Plant a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feed a bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Practice grace under pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stand up and stretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have a "plan B"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Draw a picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Buy some crayons and color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Learn a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Be responsible for your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Meet your own needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Know you limitations and let others know them, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Throw a paper airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Learn the words to a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Get to work early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;clean out one closet or one drawer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Go on a picnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take a different route to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Put an air freshener in your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Watch a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eat some popcorn while you watch a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Write a note to someone you haven't heard from in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Go to a ball game and scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eat a meal by candle light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recognize the importance of unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember that stress is an attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep a journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Practice a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember that there are always options&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Develop a support system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quit trying to "fix" people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Get enough sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talk less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Listen more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Praise others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stop counting things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-4368458638396099087?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/4368458638396099087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=4368458638396099087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4368458638396099087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4368458638396099087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/07/50th-with-100-stress-busters.html' title='50th with 100 Stress busters...'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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free.&lt;br /&gt;If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours.&lt;br /&gt;If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So wat wud u do if the love returns, after a very long time, that you have learnt to live without it??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-1389329747048283868?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/1389329747048283868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=1389329747048283868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/1389329747048283868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/1389329747048283868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-puzzles-of-love.html' title='..of the puzzles of love!!!'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIhX6udpJlg/Rkgg6oXWP9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/ERIlt3Xqhxo/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-5727396622539248615</id><published>2007-07-01T22:44:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:02:20.830+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The faces(phases) of life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RoesvCx7YlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Df-6dgOp0Uw/s1600-h/eye_light.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RoesvCx7YlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Df-6dgOp0Uw/s320/eye_light.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082220628711006802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moon was missing on that lonely night. There was a cold breeze blowing outside as He sat there staring at the sky and its dark background. And there was something missing in him as well. A fervour lost in his eyes. It was indeed a dull and serene night, the end of a day that has been long and dreary. The gloom and moroseness was emanating from all sides. He was able to sense the darkness surrounding him. The blanket of darkness was engulfing his body and soul. The empty blankness was even scarier as it swallowed those unseen shadows. The chillness and the darkness seemed to have wiped out the dawn that had been waiting to emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were starting to feel heavy and drowsy but still He sat there gazing. His mind was re-collecting the events of the day that had just passed. He sat back and leaned on his chair. His reflection in the mirror clearly visible to him now. He looked at himself, his face, his eyes. The childhood innocence was lost. Gone was the hope that had lightened up in his eyes whenever in distress. The eyes bore the remains of the tears that had surrounded them for a long time now. They still clutched on to his face just like the drops of rain on his window. His smile had got lost in the gruelling sadness that had taken a fair share on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont I look old?" He thought to himself. He indeed felt old. A year of sorrow and tears. A year that had left him scarred and bruised. His hope and faith that He had held from his childhood was lost and drained. He sighed to himself, idly tracing the outline of his lips with his fingers and forming a virtual smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reflection looked back at him and smiled wickedly. As He looked on, it seemed to change. The eyes were hollowed out, devoid of any feelings or expression. There was just emptiness accompanied with pain and despair. There was some void emotion that seemed as if there were no tears left to let out the pain inside the heart. The eyebrows were drawn together close to each other, as if they had formed a permanent expression on the face. The cheeks were withered, wrinkled and pale. The wrinkles and the lines on the face added on to the gloom on the face. The lips were pursed and etched in a triumphant smile of bitterness. It was the face of a loser. A face that had lost its Heen of happiness. A face that expected more of bitterness at each passing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As He watched in despair, the face seemed to talk to him. "Look at me." it said in angry bitterness. "I am what I am because of you. Because of your blunders and mistakes. Now I have nothing in my life. Nothing at all which leaves me with no reason to live. Each day passing on without any happiness or cheerfulness, dreary and long. I once had dreams, dreams of joy and hope. But now all lost due to your choices. Stupid and unthoughtful choices. Now I have nothing to offer anyone. Nothing to feel happy about. Nothing to be cheerful about. No soul to shed a tear when I am gone. No one to even smile when reminded of me. Do you atleast feel the gloom that I am experiencing? Do you know how lonely I am? How terrible it is to feel with no one for you, the loneliness, totally alone? But, why me? All because of your foolishness!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now look at me!! What do you see?? I am your future." The face smiled bitterly and continued. "I am your fate!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the mirror and shuddered for a moment. Was that the truth? Is that what was in store for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. Time passed and something seemed to flicker. It seemed like a lightning at a distance. He looked at the mirror hoping that the reflection and the apparition would have gone and it was all due to his imagination. He blinked and the face blinked. But this time, the face had a different feeling altogether. There was hope and cheerfulness in the eyes. They were alive with laughter and He seemed to sense an inner ray of light within those eyes. The smile that lingered on the lips proclaimed the happiness from deep within. The face personified happiness and wisdom. The eyes looked at him with understanding and care, and not with anger or forgiveness, because there was no reason for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you" The face spoke. "You are the one who taught me the meaning of life. You helped me to understand the true lessons and what I had to do. You made mistakes, but learnt from it. You managed to find something good in all that you did, no matter how bad it seemed to be. Your taught me to find something positive in all that happened. You taught me to be stronger, to grow, to respond maturely, not react when things went wrong. You showed me that the worse the situation, the greater the opportunity. That was the reason that made me look at the positive side of life. It helped me await eagerly for the new beginning, the new dawn. It made me realise the treasures that I had in my life. My family, my friends who cared and loved me a lot. I have so many people with whom I can share my happiness and who make me feel good to be alive. You showed that I was born to show that I was strong despite of all the pain and despair. You showed that I can be something, someone in this world. I can make a difference. I did not search for happiness. It just came to me. I did not yearn for peace. I found it within me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much. If given a choice, I would be happy to live the past life once again. I have no regrets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared wide-eyed at the mirror, unable to move. He blinked and when He looked at the mirror again, it showed him the face He saw every day, the marks of tears still evident on it. Had He been dreaming? Perhaps, it had been a long day, perhaps He had slept off. He put the mirror away and glanced out the window again. The night had changed, a full moon was shining, the clouds had blown away and a million stars were twinkling brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow will be a beautiful day!" He thought to himself with a smile as He lay down to sleep.&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/18104913-5727396622539248615?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/5727396622539248615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=5727396622539248615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5727396622539248615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5727396622539248615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/07/facesphases-of-life.html' title='The faces(phases) of life!!!'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RoesvCx7YlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Df-6dgOp0Uw/s72-c/eye_light.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-5256218049057410442</id><published>2007-07-01T22:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:21:19.859+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's Small Pleasure</title><content type='html'>and that happens only in India...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-When I bought those palm seeds from a cart vendor&lt;br /&gt;-When I had that biiig bite of those juicy delicious mangoes of India…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RoeizCx7YkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4nnQbu1msd0/s1600-h/Flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RoeizCx7YkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4nnQbu1msd0/s320/Flight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082209702314205762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-when someone knocked my door to collect and deliver those ironed clothes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-when I asked my mum to cook those fabulous ‘South Indian Pongal’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-when I gave that small amount of money to all waiters served us...&lt;br /&gt;-When I hand picked my shirts from Peter England for 600 Bucks…&lt;br /&gt;-When I saw my mum's smile when i bought her saree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Well well…it was awersome 23 days with lot of happiness, advise and ofcourse problem.. its was a journey of traveling from a place with sub-zero temperature to a place with never-zero temperature is an adventure :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-5256218049057410442?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/5256218049057410442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=5256218049057410442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5256218049057410442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5256218049057410442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifes-small-pleasure.html' title='Life&apos;s Small Pleasure'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RoeizCx7YkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4nnQbu1msd0/s72-c/Flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-2421423895902763415</id><published>2007-07-01T22:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:07:38.273+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Journey - To India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RoegCCx7YjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nnL-dtSohJU/s1600-h/Journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RoegCCx7YjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nnL-dtSohJU/s320/Journey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082206661477360178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journey of a kind&lt;br /&gt;One only of its kind&lt;br /&gt;A long way, all through the way&lt;br /&gt;Comforting and soothening...&lt;br /&gt;Fun-filled 23 days,&lt;br /&gt;Your own unique ways&lt;br /&gt;Times for laughter&lt;br /&gt;Times for tears&lt;br /&gt;A friendly soul, always close&lt;br /&gt;Precious moments&lt;br /&gt;Those of joy and happiness&lt;br /&gt;As you depart,&lt;br /&gt;With you, you carry,&lt;br /&gt;Those little pieces of Me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-2421423895902763415?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/2421423895902763415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=2421423895902763415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/2421423895902763415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/2421423895902763415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/07/journey-to-india.html' title='Journey - To India'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RoegCCx7YjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nnL-dtSohJU/s72-c/Journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-3769975769206782142</id><published>2007-03-17T21:13:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:19:08.859+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Belief, trust and friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RfvHnAuYB5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/3FhYi1XQwb4/s1600-h/Question+Mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RfvHnAuYB5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/3FhYi1XQwb4/s320/Question+Mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042843680794740626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Sometimes we believe in certain people.. have expectations from them...&lt;br /&gt;Some one said we should not expect.. but we are human.. and expectations and human go together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many complications in life.. and most of it is because of these expectations..&lt;br /&gt;Be it professional .. be it personal.. these always have some value.. Its a different topic if we are able to meet other's expectation or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might not be raising upto that level.. and when we dont and see the pain in our loved ones... we feel guilty.. and not go and advise.. don't have any expectations from me.. or nobody has ever had any expectation from me.. These are words of escapism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in a relationship.. be it parent child, brother sister, husband wife.. even in friendship.. we need to know that a little bit of affection is always expected... You need to be confident that when the whole world leaves me alone... my friend is always there for me...That is what is friendship after all... The confidence in the other person, the trust which you have on that person irrespective of whether the person will really do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there comes a situation you are no longer going to trust your friend... the friendship is off on a vacation.. probably that is the day, you realize, you did a mistake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say.. parents are by chance&lt;br /&gt;friends are by choice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-3769975769206782142?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/3769975769206782142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=3769975769206782142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/3769975769206782142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/3769975769206782142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/03/belief-trust-and-friendship.html' title='Belief, trust and friendship'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RfvHnAuYB5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/3FhYi1XQwb4/s72-c/Question+Mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-2356119815140010490</id><published>2007-03-12T22:33:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:39:14.298+10:30</updated><title type='text'>A Different Life :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RfVC3wuYB4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/98kU4nro28U/s1600-h/index_loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RfVC3wuYB4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/98kU4nro28U/s320/index_loser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041008883650791298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed...no matter what....&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is but a luxury..&lt;br /&gt;No need to get back home...becoz there is no one there waiting for you....not mom,dad gal friend or sis&lt;br /&gt;Food....yikees..keep missing on that one...there used to be days i kept eating on and on...&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't mean all that much as they did previously.....or just that Im loosing it..&lt;br /&gt;Fun has lost its meaning ....&lt;br /&gt;Work has taken top priority...&lt;br /&gt;24x7 a day is not enough...&lt;br /&gt;Get tired....and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are those days i used to have lunch with frenz...&lt;br /&gt;hang around with them every where in cbe....jobless.....&lt;br /&gt;Speak with someone special and tell what i feel....what do i do when i have no one to speak to??&lt;br /&gt;...nope...all i do is speak official talk.....is  there something called a personal talk??(hmmm ..)&lt;br /&gt;No social life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is taking a turn....&lt;br /&gt;I hate to depend on ppl...no matter what....even when it comes to some sacrifices..I will give up becoz i am use to it now a days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of being here is finish my masters ( which i did ) and to work ( which i am doing now, am i justifying it??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Different life...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you will learn when you get here...&lt;br /&gt;It aint worth breaking down...becoz no one is there to hear to what you say...&lt;br /&gt;Never take anyones shoulder when u need help...u are old enough to be on your own...&lt;br /&gt;You are  never given any priority.....in anyones life...&lt;br /&gt;You dont mean anything to anyone here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-2356119815140010490?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/2356119815140010490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=2356119815140010490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/2356119815140010490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/2356119815140010490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/03/different-life.html' title='A Different Life :('/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RfVC3wuYB4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/98kU4nro28U/s72-c/index_loser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-5272803573382572877</id><published>2007-03-09T23:44:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:50:19.543+10:30</updated><title type='text'>A wish</title><content type='html'>to talk,&lt;br /&gt;to share my thoughts,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RfFenguYB3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ig1IM0Va_rE/s1600-h/b-and-w-boat-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RfFenguYB3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ig1IM0Va_rE/s320/b-and-w-boat-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039913490896652146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fight,&lt;br /&gt;to match my wavelength,&lt;br /&gt;to console, to be consoled,&lt;br /&gt;to cry,&lt;br /&gt;to compete,&lt;br /&gt;to feel jealous,&lt;br /&gt;to create furore,&lt;br /&gt;to blame,&lt;br /&gt;to pacify,&lt;br /&gt;to patch up,&lt;br /&gt;to be a bridge of feelings,&lt;br /&gt;to understand,&lt;br /&gt;to be a part of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish some one is not busy and some one didn't forgot me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-5272803573382572877?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/5272803573382572877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=5272803573382572877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5272803573382572877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5272803573382572877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/03/wish.html' title='A wish'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RfFenguYB3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ig1IM0Va_rE/s72-c/b-and-w-boat-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-857998127757914082</id><published>2007-02-28T00:17:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:22:47.673+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Thinking with brain or Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/ReQ3TPWw36I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4nhhPOmTNA8/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/ReQ3TPWw36I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4nhhPOmTNA8/s320/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036211086986108834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we think of the problems in our life its two types:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) problems that come by themselves(spontaneous)&lt;br /&gt;2) problems that we create ourselves.(self - induced)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The problems that come by themselves can never be stopped.But I think we at least can avoid the ones created by ourselves...one such major self induced problem is problem created due to relationships... . This problem can be reduced if we know what importance a relationship reacquires....How much importance it deserves....in more simple terms Is it we have to handle it applying our brain or use our heart! When it comes to issues with regards to family ...like parents ,sibblings,relatives or spouse...we automatically apply our heart..for simple reasons....Blood is always thicker than water.... whatever misunderstandings we have...however angry we get ...we tend to get back to them!!!simply because family is family!!!! But now coming to handling other relationships like friendship,neighbours,official contacts or any special relationship...we always have to decide to apply heart or brain... Man being a social human being...we need to depend on others apart from family...and thats where friends play an important role....and the issue here is to identify the right person..there are always people...who like us for what we are for our values our character and truly care on our well being!!!!There is always a emotional attachment towards these people and they need a emotional attachment!!! But there are always a bunch of people who hang around with us for some help...or need of some influence..or for the sake of getting on with us....but these relationships need real serious attention...its better to apply logical thinking here..as these people will always leave us when their requirement is over..If we take up these people seriously we are definitely in soup! I have seen few people can never take decisions on their own they need their friends support or another persons support to share and care about everything and they are totally broken if something wrong goes...in between!!!I believe..in relying on me and GOD! as i know I won ditch myself!!and definitely not GOD! Life has thought me valuable lessons..There were people who stoop besides me in my bad times and gave me every inch of a support to get back to normal..and there were people who made me get hurt emotionally!!! But all that I can say is at all ups and downs in past present and future my family friends has been with me and will be with me!!! Now talking on spouse relationships...Im young to talk on this...but mom has always told me since small..that i should learn to adjust and whatever happens to always stick on to that life!! Make your spouse happy and sacrifice for her. Yeah she is right and i really want to do this too... But I think in few cases people feel it so difficult to stick on to the relationships... I think when it is to spouse relationships we got to take a step bit patiently cos..living single b4 marriage isnt a prob...but living single after marriage is really difficult esp if there are children in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;So my conclusion....I would think with heart about my family ,spouse and friends ...and to those to whom I have to show my gratitude...but in other cases tolerance in a relationship will purely decided with BRAINS!!!! Life is too beatiful to be spent worrying...Decision i have taken is to dedicate time ,energy ,love ,prayers and above all TOLERANCE to only the ones who deserve it...I have alresy started practising it and my life seems to be more beautiful than ever! Life has taught its lessons to me ints own unique way! Good night :)&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/18104913-857998127757914082?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/857998127757914082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=857998127757914082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/857998127757914082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/857998127757914082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/thinking-with-brain-or-heart_28.html' title='Thinking with brain or Heart?'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/ReQ3TPWw36I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4nhhPOmTNA8/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-9122041005358361079</id><published>2007-02-21T14:12:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:46:24.350+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Meet my Little angel</title><content type='html'>Another little angel in my life :). Meet my sweet little gal Uma hailing from India.. Now she is part of our life. Yeah I am sponsoring her education, Medical expenses , clothes and Safe drinking for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one should have heaps of question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she Orphan and Physically Challenged?  Yeah she WAS... Not any more .. I am there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we sponsor a child : Visit &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.com/"&gt;World Vision India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I should Spend: 1500 Rs per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we meet our sponsor: yeah  you can, I am going to meet all 3 little angel in June. But you need let them know before you visit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you about your sponsor's Process : Annually &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.com/"&gt;World Vision India&lt;/a&gt; give you update and you will get a letter from your sponsor personally written by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wait , we spend 1500 on dress and food but why cant we enlight someone's  life. Education for Future India one of the important thing. Lets start working on future. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-9122041005358361079?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/9122041005358361079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=9122041005358361079' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/9122041005358361079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/9122041005358361079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/meet-my-little-angel.html' title='Meet my Little angel'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-1435164708037018205</id><published>2007-02-21T12:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:27:42.072+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week'/><title type='text'>You made This week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RduwyQXQz_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ww3p0ZrGYis/s1600-h/Tears1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RduwyQXQz_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ww3p0ZrGYis/s320/Tears1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033811385949147122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is little bit exciting with mixer of happiness and problems.. Here is the top 10 happenings this week .. as you all know this is not Rating .. just numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Successfully completed my Project and started working on next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Completed my SQL 2005 Microsoft certification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Entered Semifinals and Got a chance to play Division 1 Wollongong ( excited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Started playing Handball and Indoor cricket with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Amma got retired - She must miss her Job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Giri Back to Sydney to start new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. D finished her Masters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At last happiness in Natu's life. He made it. He got the Job now.  Now he is back to india to fix some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. www.studentsadelaide.org - another milestone of our students in Adelaide community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sick Sick Sick .. Yeah i am Sick :D-- This Week i am weak :))..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something special: I saw somone in Pic after long long time ( Probably 8 years) .. Heaps excited..  No changes in that person face.. same as before. I hope even mentally same as before.. Seriously that pic made my week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say    "In order to win something, you will have to give up something" - I gave up everything but same time I lost everything :) ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-1435164708037018205?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/1435164708037018205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=1435164708037018205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/1435164708037018205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/1435164708037018205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-made-this-week.html' title='You made This week'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RduwyQXQz_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ww3p0ZrGYis/s72-c/Tears1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-2084658880829021569</id><published>2007-02-15T18:23:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:29:10.684+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Courage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdQSxwXQz-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FxUrCUAy_18/s1600-h/courage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdQSxwXQz-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FxUrCUAy_18/s320/courage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031667329685049314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between the incessant forwards&lt;br /&gt;and the friendships and the calls&lt;br /&gt;to each other complaining about cRuSHeS and&lt;br /&gt;Boy friends and girl friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between the phone calls to old&lt;br /&gt;friends and the "I miss you"s,&lt;br /&gt;the "I love you"s and&lt;br /&gt;the "What are we doing tonight?"s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere between all of the changing and growing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between the classes and the skipping&lt;br /&gt;classes.. and the StUdYiNg for ExAm.. And the&lt;br /&gt;PRETENDING to "work" on your project(Like Me)..&lt;br /&gt;And the downright NOT doing anything related to that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between all the appointments, starbuck's coffee's, McDonald's, Hungry Jack, KFC.. paying bills ... Making plans then breaking plans.... Appearing, Disappearing,then reappearing...    &lt;br /&gt;I forgot that pretending to be happy doesn't make you happy..   And that pretending to be sMaRT doesn't make you Smart ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that you can't just forget the past, you can't leave your present in fear of the FUTURE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that you can't control falling in LoVe.. And that you can't make yourself fall in *LoVe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that I can LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that it's okay to MeSS uP..&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay to ask for HELP!!!..&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay to feel like crap..&lt;br /&gt;I learnt it's okay to CoMPLaiN and WHiNe to all your friends for a whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that sometimes the things you want the most are the things that you just can't have and the things that you look for are right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that sometimes the things we want to forget are the things which we most need to talk about.. I learnt that TIME and LOVE can heal everything..&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that just when you think it can't get worse - it  does!..&lt;br /&gt;but you learn to survive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that when you start feeling BaD&lt;br /&gt;about L O S I N G touch and about those who you've lost!&lt;br /&gt;They too, are feeling the same way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that life's not easy, but its yours...  And you have to live it.....     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Courage is not the absence of fear but the ability to carry on in spite of it.----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-2084658880829021569?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/2084658880829021569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=2084658880829021569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/2084658880829021569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/2084658880829021569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/courage.html' title='Courage...'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdQSxwXQz-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FxUrCUAy_18/s72-c/courage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-731318769405551282</id><published>2007-02-15T18:00:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:09:13.488+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I am in love ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdQNrwXQz9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2uYeJZig6T4/s1600-h/nokia-6288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdQNrwXQz9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2uYeJZig6T4/s320/nokia-6288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031661729047695314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something..&lt;br /&gt;I realized that i am in love ... :-)&lt;br /&gt;It took me quite sometime.. but glad i finally did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m in love with that thing in the pic..&lt;br /&gt;wats so special abt tht phone u ask me?&lt;br /&gt;Thats my phone.. my trusted buddy..&lt;br /&gt;Who shared all my secrets.. my conspiracies..my revelations.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i get up in the morning and like a spontaneous act, my long hand reaches out to my phone.. i fumble in the dark.. curse all the bulky things tht i bump into and have a kutti smile on my face when i feel my Nokia 6288 ... :-)&lt;br /&gt;When i go out, its weird if i dont feel the little bulge in my pocket..&lt;br /&gt;I start my day with my phone being the first to wish me good morning.. and everyday with a lil goodnight kiss from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nokia 6288 gives me everything..&lt;br /&gt;My S  " i miss u" .. My sisters "advice" , my mum's "care" , my dad's "love"...&lt;br /&gt;My friend's torture :-p  (Chumma i am Kidding )&lt;br /&gt;A million sms..&lt;br /&gt;constant beeping..&lt;br /&gt;cursing THREE  wen i exceed my 49$ plan..&lt;br /&gt;Foul mouthing a friend who picked up my missed call wen i had exceeded my balance..&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment wen  i forget to put my phone on silent mode in at Meeting..&lt;br /&gt;Joy..&lt;br /&gt;Pain..&lt;br /&gt;Pranks..&lt;br /&gt;Wishes..&lt;br /&gt;Kicks..&lt;br /&gt;Curses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u .. u short, black and handsome thing..&lt;br /&gt;What wud i do without u ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-731318769405551282?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/731318769405551282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=731318769405551282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/731318769405551282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/731318769405551282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-in-love.html' title='I am in love ;)'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdQNrwXQz9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2uYeJZig6T4/s72-c/nokia-6288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-2654053764223777144</id><published>2007-02-12T22:14:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:11:24.310+10:30</updated><title type='text'>You made my Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdBXSQXQz8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/X3CqF4Y3q7Y/s1600-h/cov_best.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdBXSQXQz8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/X3CqF4Y3q7Y/s320/cov_best.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030616754914643906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Somethings do make our week special.. Of course, here is my top 10 (no no not a tag..please...) that brought a smile to me recently... no rating.. just numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mum's Birthday ( but missed it ) I love you amma... So much.. Miss u more then that....&lt;br /&gt;2. Officially Australian... ( I got my PR)&lt;br /&gt;3. Appa is planning to come Sydney for 1 month( sounds cool ) but dont know how this is going 2 work...&lt;br /&gt;4.  England Won the Common wealth Tournament.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I feel something different but i am enjoying it ( Note: No more questions on this )&lt;br /&gt;6.  Believe me - I had south Indian food for 3 days Continuously&lt;br /&gt;7.  We won our game this week after 2 straight lose.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Heavy rain, fog, Princess Highway with Hazard lights on- It was amazing drive on weekend..&lt;br /&gt;9. Got to meet up with an old uni mates and Maha ..&lt;br /&gt;10.  Had Rasagola ( My Fav India Sweet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-2654053764223777144?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/2654053764223777144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=2654053764223777144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/2654053764223777144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/2654053764223777144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-made-my-week.html' title='You made my Week!'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdBXSQXQz8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/X3CqF4Y3q7Y/s72-c/cov_best.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-4865507058952848481</id><published>2007-02-12T22:05:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:59:34.807+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Unsaid Things</title><content type='html'>I was thinking....all of the best things in life are best left unsaid, unvoiced...no reply.. something indirectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdBSPwXQz7I/AAAAAAAAADw/c5jzVWsbnqA/s1600-h/baby_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdBSPwXQz7I/AAAAAAAAADw/c5jzVWsbnqA/s200/baby_love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030611214406832050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; feeling or thought arises in your heart in response to something, and how vain it is to try and give it the form of words !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always felt that expressing something in words somehow always lessens the purity of the feeling....so words, however powerful they are, are always inadequate in giving form to the voice of the heart... you need to search for words and makes you worse ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, a feeling of compassion that arises in your heart when you see the woman with a hungry child, begging at the traffic signal....or the high that you feel after a good day's work..........when you feel utterly sorry for someone or for something you have done, and how much ever you try to convey your apology, words are just not sufficient. But, the best example is.- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you love someone/something too much &lt;/span&gt;but you cant express in words and make them understand. (on second thought, is it for this reason that it is vain to try to describe God? but more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also notice this often...this is with respect to the lower feelings...those feelings/thoughts that surface may times throughout the day, the ones tainted with selfishness, ego, pride, vanity, etc - when these feelings need to be conveyed, words are so useful and so very powerful..........what joy in twisting words, manipulating them, to deliberately mask what you really feel......and yet be supremely successful in getting the message across........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-4865507058952848481?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/4865507058952848481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=4865507058952848481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4865507058952848481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4865507058952848481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/unsaid-things.html' title='Unsaid Things'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdBSPwXQz7I/AAAAAAAAADw/c5jzVWsbnqA/s72-c/baby_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-48940846528845555</id><published>2007-02-12T21:44:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:58:21.906+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Girls - in abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt; : I am not married.. heard there has been a conspiracy against me by the opposition parties in Coimbatore he he he he...these people are spreading rumors about marriage and started demanding treat ....without giving me gifts ...please help me fight this unfair war ..don't support them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright let start this hot topic with different style...This topic purely on Gals who started there life in aboard... How many times have you heard that it is tough to understand a girl ? I swear to god its really touch and complicated stuff to understand a gal.. The girls have got a very complicated thinking process and we guys don't understand whats in a girl's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guys are not smart enough&lt;/span&gt; to comprehend a girl's answer because a "no" means "yes" and a "yes" means "no" and there are times when "yes" means "yes" and "no" means "no". The complexity doesn't end here .A guy has to decipher that when a girl refuses to help him out with damn Java assignment and also gives him a few cold stares then she means that she wants flowers . Why don't the girls just get the flowers themselves ? I mean how many times has a guy tried to hint a girl that he wants a beer ? If he wants beer then he gets it by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdBPDwXQz6I/AAAAAAAAADk/PNHCFCqoeuI/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdBPDwXQz6I/AAAAAAAAADk/PNHCFCqoeuI/s320/dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030607709713518498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I wish I could solve the puzzles the girls burden us with everyday , I hear some guys telling that girls change when they come abroad .When they say girls have changed do they mean the girls are more independent or less dependent on guys/family members ? If yes , then I guess its just that anyone who comes abroad has to be on his/her own .I know guys back home who cant go out on their own but when they go abroad they change.So being independent is not a girl or a guy thing ...its just a necessity when you are abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if the "girls change when in abroad" means that they know less about Indian culture or they don't follow traditional stuffs , then again its a wrong statement .I have come across abroad settled families who know more about Indian culture and who follow it more than most of the Indians back home.Some of these people are more Indians(as in patriotism) than rest of us back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you talk about "kunija thalai nimuratha ponnu" ( women who dont make eye contacts with others ) and the ones who only look at the floor when talking are not to be found in abroad , then let me tell you it has nothing to do with culture but with road.In India , all roads have lots of holes and uncovered manholes .So a girl walking on road looks down to avoid them . We are mistaking it for some kinda culture .You may ask then guys walking on those roads should also look down .Come on guys , you have to 2 options #) look out for the uncovered manholes #)look a the beautiful girl .Obviously every guy will choose to look at the girl.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only if guys were smarter , they had avoid the uncovered manholes ....and the girls&lt;/span&gt; .And of course , the roads abroad are safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people please enlighten me what you mean by saying that girls change when they come abroad .I find them as mysterious as ever ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; exactly the ones who  claim to be an animal lover and against cruelty to animals ..but when you ask them for their favourit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-48940846528845555?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/48940846528845555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=48940846528845555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/48940846528845555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/48940846528845555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/girls-in-abroad.html' title='Girls - in abroad'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RdBPDwXQz6I/AAAAAAAAADk/PNHCFCqoeuI/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-6259859226477992427</id><published>2007-02-07T19:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:26:37.042+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Today's Fortune ( Orkut)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RcmT797AmhI/AAAAAAAAADY/gtb1LRI8LRY/s1600-h/chumma.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RcmT797AmhI/AAAAAAAAADY/gtb1LRI8LRY/s400/chumma.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028713117379500562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today's fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But What Happen Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E-mail from My Manager ( Today )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really disappointed that you haven't Completed Temp DB Restore which was assign to you  couple of days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;My Manager name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-6259859226477992427?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/6259859226477992427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=6259859226477992427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/6259859226477992427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/6259859226477992427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/todays-fortune-orkut.html' title='Today&apos;s Fortune ( Orkut)'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RcmT797AmhI/AAAAAAAAADY/gtb1LRI8LRY/s72-c/chumma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-8528017919698756738</id><published>2007-02-05T22:36:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:44:46.170+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The worst thing about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Just now finished watching "Swades", Suddenly i feel home sick :(...The worst thing about being abroad is the loneliness that eventually engulfs you. After all, there is no substitute for home. You may get great food. There might be awesome entertainment avenues. The infrastructure might be infinitely better. There may be some really great Desi channels on your television set. You may have a decent circle of friends with whom you are extremely comfortable. But after 3 years, invariably, I started getting this feeling of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about India that I often search for wherever I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The crowds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RccflN7AmgI/AAAAAAAAADM/bWsdt49xNpk/s1600-h/IndianSunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RccflN7AmgI/AAAAAAAAADM/bWsdt49xNpk/s200/IndianSunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028022233235233282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;- The roads.&lt;br /&gt;- The freedom to cross the roads whenever and wherever you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;- The overflowing garbage bins that line the roads.&lt;br /&gt;- The unruly traffic.&lt;br /&gt;- The power cuts.&lt;br /&gt;- Watching 5 Tamil channels on TV at any point of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;- Calling some one who is really close to you and talking to them for ages....&lt;br /&gt;- The knowledge that mom and dad are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;- The freedom to talk to my sister for an hour without bothering about spending away a fortune.&lt;br /&gt;- A bunch of friends who understand and empathize with what exactly you are going through, and are probably going through it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;- One of the lowest costs of living on earth.&lt;br /&gt;- The loud music that blares all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;- That incredible thing called home made food.&lt;br /&gt;- The beauty of unplanned, unstructured locales.&lt;br /&gt;- The monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;- The pollution that makes you cough every time you are stuck in the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;- The bargaining that is so essentially a part of Indian life.&lt;br /&gt;- Traveling one hour to reach anywhere from anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;- The otherwise usually atrocious autowallahs.&lt;br /&gt;-The awesome pace of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is this what I really miss about India? I don’t know. There seem to be so many implicit factors. And so many indefinable emotions. Is it patriotism? Probably not something so noble. By the way, what is it that makes India so unique to you? I’m sure you would have a different list altogether...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incredible “Swades” feeling that continues to bother me, is it a universal syndrome? Or, is it just me imagining things? I love my Country. India is the Best.&lt;br /&gt;&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/18104913-8528017919698756738?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/8528017919698756738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=8528017919698756738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/8528017919698756738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/8528017919698756738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/worst-thing-about.html' title='The worst thing about...'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RccflN7AmgI/AAAAAAAAADM/bWsdt49xNpk/s72-c/IndianSunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-8786101116500638071</id><published>2007-02-05T22:05:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:14:18.790+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Keep Trying :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RccYgN7AmfI/AAAAAAAAADA/g2Jkq6No_4g/s1600-h/coming-soon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RccYgN7AmfI/AAAAAAAAADA/g2Jkq6No_4g/s200/coming-soon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028014450754492914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you do when things that you didn’t want to happen just happens effortlessly one by one? You don’t have control over it; you have no say over it. Do you give in or just stand and fight against it&lt;strong&gt; ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What do you do when you want to accomplish something but you don’t seem to do it? Maybe it is not your forte. Maybe it is not your cup of tea. But you still want to do it just for the heck of it. But you don’t seem to be getting there. Do you give up and call yourself a loser or keep trying and get the feel of it if not the taste of success&lt;strong&gt; ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What do you do when all of a sudden when you wake up and feel that you do not belong to the place you are in? Putting in more thoughts you realize you don’t belong anywhere and that there is no place at all that you belong to. Do you make a place for yourself or do you just compromise and live someone’s life instead&lt;strong&gt; ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What do you do when you can’t communicate with the people around you? In spite of the same language, in spite of the closeness with people, you still can’t get your point to anyone. Do you remain silent or just try putting your thoughts time and again although no one understands &lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; What do you do when each day you need to work so hard to carry the day through by being a different person each hour for each one you meet and interact? Do you continue all the hypocrisy and niceness - My Answer is YES and This is how I feel now at office but still I keep trying my best and enjoying as well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-8786101116500638071?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/8786101116500638071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=8786101116500638071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/8786101116500638071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/8786101116500638071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/keep-trying.html' title='Keep Trying :)'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RccYgN7AmfI/AAAAAAAAADA/g2Jkq6No_4g/s72-c/coming-soon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-5339811299340536768</id><published>2007-02-01T21:56:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:25:50.435+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Unknown Whisper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tired of the day's work,I laid down on my bed..The light from street was illuminating my room through the window..Staring at the window and I was having a recap..Re-Cap of all that had happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was analyzing the incidents where I could have been different..It was then I heard it..&lt;br /&gt;I was sure no one could be there..Slowly and steadily I got up and looked around for any movement..But there was nothing to be seen..Still..I was hearing the voice..In fact familiar one which I heard for long time..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RcHTud7AmdI/AAAAAAAAACo/gTpr3PIC7Xo/s1600-h/whisper+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RcHTud7AmdI/AAAAAAAAACo/gTpr3PIC7Xo/s320/whisper+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026531454381758930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone at home..And I save money by not using lights at night time...Window was opened and I closed my window..Where could be that sound be coming from..It was constantly coming from a place very close to me..But I was not able to see anything..The voice then started talking something..First I was not able to hear anything clearly..Slowly I was able to recognize the clear words..When I keenly listened to it..I then realized that it was narrating the things that I had done from the time I woke up..Each line that was uttered ..I was astonished..Who could it be?&lt;br /&gt;All those things that only I could know was being told by that unknown voice..&lt;br /&gt;The places where I had committed mistakes..The incident where I had hurt someone..The incident where I forgot to pay attention to my close pals..So many more incidents..How could this be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RcHUC97AmeI/AAAAAAAAACw/pObkDFDiexI/s1600-h/whisper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RcHUC97AmeI/AAAAAAAAACw/pObkDFDiexI/s200/whisper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026531806569077218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en..I was just thinking of those times where so many people had been hurt by my small unknown deeds.. I had made them unhappy needlessly..I could have been different in that situation so that I could have avoided such unwanted sadnesses..I realized my mistakes...And then made up my mind that am gonna seek forgiveness from those whom I had hurted.....Wat a relief when I had made such a decision..My heart seemed lighter..I felt a big burden removed from my head...Then I suddenly realized that I had not still found out the origin of that unknown Voice..The voice that had helped me so much..It had indeed helped me to realize my mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to thank the voice...Just then..I went on to switch on all the lights in my house..Searched for more than an hour in all nook and corner..But there was no one in my house..Except me .....So....Yeah...This should have been....Yeah.Ur guess is right..The voice belonged to "My Conscience.."&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/18104913-5339811299340536768?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/5339811299340536768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=5339811299340536768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5339811299340536768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5339811299340536768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/02/unknow-whisper.html' title='Unknown Whisper'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RcHTud7AmdI/AAAAAAAAACo/gTpr3PIC7Xo/s72-c/whisper+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-4046577918866508815</id><published>2007-01-30T18:53:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:04:56.151+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>A Journey -  A wind up of 3 years in Australia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rb8NSfWkW4I/AAAAAAAAACU/qMkfWST22jc/s1600-h/DSC02478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rb8NSfWkW4I/AAAAAAAAACU/qMkfWST22jc/s320/DSC02478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025750320473725826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living outside India for nearly 2 years and 7 months and some odd days now, it is definitely a time for me to do a comprehensive analysis of what I have been through in past. Hence decided to dedicate a series of posts on the living experience here down under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in this country like any other NRI flashing his teeth in search of a wonderful life ahead. Glorification was taught to us, Indians, by the rich NRI, who remit money at the count of lakhs in each and every bank account found in India. I was excited &amp; thrilled to pouch at the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner than I arrived in this wonderful land, I was shown the door by my friend to find a life on my own. I came in search of Independence and Democracy, most importantly a career, I was given my share of it immediately. I found myself with 72 kgs of baggage on the road at midnight on a Sunday, with my grad school commencing just two days in time. A helping hand was given, I grabbed it with the most dubious smile ever given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first semester was an experience of lifetime. I experienced Snapshots from Chris Gardner life all 6 months . So I was well prepared expecting the worst danger possible. I had my own doubts if I would be able to succeed in this profession. My expectations were as usual souring high, not thinking about the delivery. I was fortunate enough not to get bowled over by the speeding ball when delivered. I got an insight of a different education system (Not that I went to my under-grad classes!). Wondered if it is was a research degree or coursework for long; later realizing I was sitting in the wrong lectures! Started waking up at 2pm in the morning to discover my assignments pending even after putting in zillion hours of work in it with my friend then realized my logic is totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If school life was such, home stay was even better with nice friends unfortunately forced to leave the house due to some misunderstanding. But as the story goes of an usual desi who in the process of Cultural issues and Indianism, as termed, forgoes the best of opportunities in aid of a better future, and curses himself while thinking about those golden doorways again. Those late night parties followed with surprise assignment the next day at class was the best combo, even beating a 40 points in 2 quarter by Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year flew faster than I thought it would. It left me under-prepared for the Project. My coach always say that in basketball third and fourth quarter are the toughest in Game. He didn't lie. It was the toughest in terms of academic vigorousness coupled with Social life. I am no Social animal, but certainly love the pleasure of a company. This proved to be the best chance to discover the circle &amp; enhance my network. I met some fabulous people at university &amp;amp; outside university, giving an eventful finish to what it can be termed as a synchronized semester. But I found this semester to be far more advanced with some wonderful lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised academic systems are different. Research was given more priority than spoon-feeding lectures. Even after immense paper submissions, the marks were allocated according to the in-depthness of the subject matter involved. In India it was about India, but in Australia it was not about Australia; rather about the World, may be this proved to be the biggest difference. Everything was large-scale and big-picture than country specificness. The best part about the whole experience was the design which suited poets and in-experienced students, synchronized with industry professionals &amp;amp; amazing lecturers. Knowledge transmission was fabulous. I grew myself, groomed and more work-ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the day came where I need to put full stop for my studies and to start thinking about my Job. Damn!! Life is really fast but again I was fortunate where I end up with Job. New Job, New life, New friends, New place and of course New goals - this is how I started my year 3. To be honest I enjoyed my life as student but now everything changed in different way. I have to think from square to decide something in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life ..  Lets enjoy .. Keep smiling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-4046577918866508815?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/4046577918866508815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=4046577918866508815' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4046577918866508815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4046577918866508815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/journey-wind-up-of-3-years-in-australia.html' title='A Journey -  A wind up of 3 years in Australia!'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rb8NSfWkW4I/AAAAAAAAACU/qMkfWST22jc/s72-c/DSC02478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-7107692043798674914</id><published>2007-01-29T22:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:36:14.124+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canberra'/><title type='text'>Canberra - Facts and fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rb3revWkW0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TgFC4zzfQ-w/s1600-h/Canberra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rb3revWkW0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TgFC4zzfQ-w/s200/Canberra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025431672555068226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last five days I was in Canberra with my friends and I had a nice time hanging around everywhere in Canberra even though it was an official trip. I found some interesting stuff about Canberra when I spend my time over there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d like to correct some people’s views of Australia's capital but these are some interesting stuff I noticed when I was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ACT locals don’t like traffic lights. I counted at least twenty roundabouts and 10 car's passed even if it's in RED.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The city has to be the greenest city in all of Australia - instead of token parks in between masses of buildings, Canberra has token buildings between masses of parks and bushland. I saw some car's number plate saying ‘Australia’s bush capital’ .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Their buses have stickers on the outside of windows that state (in all seriousness) ‘Do not enter the bus through windows’.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.google.com/image/hari.jaganathan/Rb3ua_WkW2I/AAAAAAAAACA/xWHuykytkMM/s288/DSC02817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 220px;" src="http://lh5.google.com/image/hari.jaganathan/Rb3ua_WkW2I/AAAAAAAAACA/xWHuykytkMM/s288/DSC02817.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Locals remark they do have traffic jams - but when the lights go green, the jam is gone (I’m told they have recently started having real traffic jams due to increase in population).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Their bus stops are camouflaged  as 70’s science fiction booths ( not all Bus stops only few of them).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They have an unusual amount of irish themed pubs for such a small population which seems to be too busy where you can't get in after 10 Pm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first couple of  people I met told me that Canberrra is like Perth but much quieter. That concerns me given I thought Perth was quiet.&lt;/p&gt;Everyone who I saw walking the streets of the city had Government ID cards on lanyards around their necks. I’m talking 3 out of every four people, no kidding ( Most of them working in Government sector).  &lt;p&gt;Every place of importance needs to be named starting with the word ‘National’ (see National Library of Australia, National Gallery of Australia, National Museum of Australia, etc) or ‘Commonwealth’ (Commonwealth Place, Commonwealth Circle, Commonwealth Building, etc) - I expected to see a National Commonwealth &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.google.com/image/hari.jaganathan/Rb3wofWkW3I/AAAAAAAAACI/FKAlGzkefKA/s288/DSC02812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 197px;" src="http://lh3.google.com/image/hari.jaganathan/Rb3wofWkW3I/AAAAAAAAACI/FKAlGzkefKA/s288/DSC02812.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Capital Street, but I was sadly unfulfilled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are 80 embassies within 5 km of Parliament House.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is little graffiti or stenciling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are no international flights in or out of Canberra ( Really bad) .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everyone is amazingly friendly - bus drivers, taxi drivers, random people in the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-7107692043798674914?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/7107692043798674914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=7107692043798674914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/7107692043798674914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/7107692043798674914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/canberra-facts-and-fiction.html' title='Canberra - Facts and fiction'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rb3revWkW0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TgFC4zzfQ-w/s72-c/Canberra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-6045838056358405114</id><published>2007-01-28T20:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:28:14.308+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaden Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pursuit of HappYness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Gardner'/><title type='text'>The Pursuit of HappYness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rbx4t_WkWxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NcXeJXxCrWI/s1600-h/thepursuitofhappyness_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rbx4t_WkWxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NcXeJXxCrWI/s200/thepursuitofhappyness_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025024015734168338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Let I start with Ending - Don't Ever Miss this Movie. This movie is a great example of what a man can do with faith, persistence and guts. the great men of this world weren't always great. they too had to climb there way out of the gutter and into the starlight. The whole movie is about telling man not to give up no matter how hard things seem and there will be times in your life when you will say to yourself: I can't do this anymore, it's too hard. well take a look at this movie and you will see what Pain is and mind you, this is a true story. this man lives today on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite films of the this year which emotionally won my heart. Will Smith is nothing less than perfect! The story is about a man (Chris Gardner) who is very much a victim of taxes. He is a family man, with a wife who is fed up with living in such debt, and a five year old son is to young and innocent to know whats going on. Will Smith wins my pick for the best actor award come Oscar season. He gives it all and there isn't a single scene that he could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rbx7SPWkWzI/AAAAAAAAABg/zik_YYseT8E/s1600-h/0060744863.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rbx7SPWkWzI/AAAAAAAAABg/zik_YYseT8E/s200/0060744863.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025026837527681842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me as a graduate, it is a major wake up call! Chris Gardner talks about how he would get an A on a test and wonders how he got where he was, homeless, and doing everything he possibly can to help him and his kid (Jaden Smith Wills REAL son) get through this. The film co-stars Thandie Newton, and she gives a great performance as well. This movie should be seen in schools! Its that important! Next to Untied 93, this is the most powerful and eye opening movie I have seen this year! 10/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should definitely watch this.. yes it is pretty sad in the beginning and the middle but you will feel happy at the end. It turned out better then i expected. It is one of the most heartwarming stories ever... and you actually can feel your body crying inside. I would definitely recommend that you do see this!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-6045838056358405114?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/6045838056358405114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=6045838056358405114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/6045838056358405114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/6045838056358405114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/let-i-start-with-ending-dont-ever-miss.html' title='The Pursuit of HappYness'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Rbx4t_WkWxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NcXeJXxCrWI/s72-c/thepursuitofhappyness_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-3866523255531672109</id><published>2007-01-23T22:00:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:06:41.231+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sleeping TIme Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbXzQPWkWwI/AAAAAAAAABA/mIchqvqUQmQ/s1600-h/jobs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbXzQPWkWwI/AAAAAAAAABA/mIchqvqUQmQ/s200/jobs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023188419726301954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's lap...&lt;br /&gt;Gal friends pain...&lt;br /&gt;Father's advise...&lt;br /&gt;Sister's happiness...&lt;br /&gt;Motherland...&lt;br /&gt;Beach sand...&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement spree...&lt;br /&gt;Rice with ghee and Sambar...&lt;br /&gt;Masters in university...&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Alarm beep...&lt;br /&gt;Darkness of night...&lt;br /&gt;Success in sight...&lt;br /&gt;Meandering thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Why the three dots star...&lt;br /&gt;Glittering stars&lt;br /&gt;Formula 1&lt;br /&gt;My life so far&lt;br /&gt;Childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;A soft touch&lt;br /&gt;Heavy mind&lt;br /&gt;Silent tear&lt;br /&gt;Slight fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arise, I did, from my bed, to just pen down the thoughts I experience before I sleep...What do u think just before u sleep? Just curious to know if our thoughts at this time truly reflect who we are...cos this is one time of the day we don't have to tailor our thoughts to the need of the situation...and nobody to impress or time to catch up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-3866523255531672109?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/3866523255531672109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=3866523255531672109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/3866523255531672109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/3866523255531672109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/sleeping-time-thoughts.html' title='Sleeping TIme Thoughts'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbXzQPWkWwI/AAAAAAAAABA/mIchqvqUQmQ/s72-c/jobs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-829400091515038462</id><published>2007-01-22T20:43:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:14:35.621+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbSjj_WkWuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-W-9kXo1m_k/s1600-h/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbSjj_WkWuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-W-9kXo1m_k/s200/dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022819323121785570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Couple of weeks I feel like I lost everything in my life with lot of frustration and totally exhausted with my damn job. But everything vanished today after ONE sorry which I asked to someone who is really special in my life. Always Mum use say there must be some reason behind anything which happens in our life. In this case I can’t figure out why friendship makes harder and gives lot of pain between us. Still now both of them not sure what went wrong and how to resolve this issue. But I took the step just asking sorry to that person. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am sure that we are not going to loose anything if we ask sorry to some one who you really want in your life. I am not Gandhi’s family but something really tremble me a lot and I don’t want to loose some one I know more then 5 years. I feel happy today to get back my stupid friend in my life but the same time I am holding lot of fear inside my heart. Hope everything will go fine…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-829400091515038462?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/829400091515038462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=829400091515038462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/829400091515038462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/829400091515038462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbSjj_WkWuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-W-9kXo1m_k/s72-c/dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-4744137823801157162</id><published>2007-01-21T11:01:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:01:29.694+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio data'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vaathu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daffy'/><title type='text'>Know about me ( Funny Version )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbK0pvWkWtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1OsibhBbQWk/s1600-h/adel1-077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbK0pvWkWtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1OsibhBbQWk/s320/adel1-077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio Data Name: Hari, Vathu, Daffy, Harry potter, etc etc&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth: Amitab's Birth Date&lt;br /&gt;Age: 3 donkeys&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Not yet, Male, Single and Unavailable&lt;br /&gt;Sunsign: The Libra (Unbalanced mind)&lt;br /&gt;Height: feet feet feet feet feet fee&lt;br /&gt;Weight: before Featherweight, now too much weight&lt;br /&gt;Current Address: Most authoritarian democracy ( Ozeee Mate)&lt;br /&gt;Permanent Address: Covai, Coimbatore,Kovai,etc etc&lt;br /&gt;NRIC/ Passport: hari.jaganathan@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Education: Pattani Sundal Bonda Bajji Sudasuda Sambar Saadham (Konjum Kevalamana Nagar) Nondhu Thadumaariya Undergraduation Occupation: Staring at the monitor&lt;br /&gt;Designation: Typist&lt;br /&gt;Qualification: Surfology&lt;br /&gt;Hobby: Games...Basketball&lt;br /&gt;Experience: Successfully Know as  Stupid Computer engineer&lt;br /&gt;Achievement: Still alive&lt;br /&gt;Best Moment: Searching.....&lt;br /&gt;Worst Moment: Core&lt;br /&gt;Dump: Memory Overflow&lt;br /&gt;Most Embarrasing Moment: When I had to rejet the only soul that asked me out !&lt;br /&gt;My Crushes: First one was a heavy weight, got crushed real bad&lt;br /&gt;Girl Friends: Google desktop (1 stop solution)&lt;br /&gt;Wanted: Rs  and AUD $&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted: What I carried to school.&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Strength: I let go my ego long ago&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Weakness: Non stop nonsense&lt;br /&gt;Best Opportunity: Already knocked at my door when I was away&lt;br /&gt;Worst Threat: she is too short then me&lt;br /&gt;What I love most: Can't classify it, but it rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;What I hate most: The treaded path is my dreaded path&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Worry: Never lasted even a second...until now&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Success: Number of people willing to kill me&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Failure: Number of close friends&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Pride: Being an Indian, Citizen and Manithan&lt;br /&gt;My ambition: Try to be Human&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Quote: Take life as it comes till it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Unquote: Forgive and forget, you will never regret.&lt;br /&gt;References: 1. Mind 2. Heart&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-4744137823801157162?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/4744137823801157162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=4744137823801157162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4744137823801157162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4744137823801157162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/know-about-me-funny-version.html' title='Know about me ( Funny Version )'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbK0pvWkWtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1OsibhBbQWk/s72-c/adel1-077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-6595647876627580579</id><published>2007-01-21T10:28:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-21T10:50:26.988+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Know about me  ( Version One )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbKsrvWkWsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OTanGUTjjzU/s1600-h/adel1-076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbKsrvWkWsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OTanGUTjjzU/s320/adel1-076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your occupation?  IT DBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do u have Gal friend ? Yes I do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? Guru and Pokiri ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate?   Noodless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Are you a morning person or evening person? Evening Person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?  Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now?  Hot  ( atleast 35 Degree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you spoke to on the phone: Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you do in your spare time?  At present ( Orkut , Orkut ) Sometimes Movie,  Sometimes Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite drink?  Keep walking ( JW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite sport to watch?  Basketball ( fed up with Indian Cricket and Ashes Tour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you wear contacts or glasses?   Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pets?  Yes i do  ( I love Dogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite month?  Sep and Oct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who is your favorite singer?  I am not particular in singers.. but i like SPB, Hariharan and Karthick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the last movie you watched?  Guru ( 4 out of 5 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite day of the year? immmm Sep 5th ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you do to vent anger?  Be calm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your favorite toy as a child?  HOT Wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Autumn or spring?  Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hugs or kisses? Hugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Cherry or blueberry?  Cherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Living arrangements? Wollongong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's your favorite movie that you hate to admit you love? Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is on the floor of your closet?  My Office Laptop :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do last night?   Was working till 3 Am ( God Damn )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you afraid of?  Ghost and Examssssss (Saw 1, 2 and 3 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Do you like Plain, cheese, or spicy burgers? Spicy Burgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Number of keys on your key ring? 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. How many years at your current job?  6 Months &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.  Favorite day of the week?  Friday and Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. How many cities have you lived in? Long list.. but now i am in Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-6595647876627580579?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/6595647876627580579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=6595647876627580579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/6595647876627580579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/6595647876627580579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/know-about-me-version-one.html' title='Know about me  ( Version One )'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbKsrvWkWsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OTanGUTjjzU/s72-c/adel1-076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-5954290986356073026</id><published>2007-01-21T02:08:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-03T15:08:31.227+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why'/><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbI5dfWkWrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AQdrUSlUG6s/s1600-h/why.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbI5dfWkWrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AQdrUSlUG6s/s200/why.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022139713266670258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* why is it that i feel like watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; again though i dint like it that much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* why am i suddenly start blogging again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* why do i suddenly think about all that new things that i need to do to keep myself busy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* why do i am facing all tough time in recent past (especially in office)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* why am i so lazy on weekend and sleeping for long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* why is there so much of work at office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* why am i waiting for July so eagerly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* why everyone coming back in life after long gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* why am I started going to temple each weekend for couple of months..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* why this post...absolutely no idea...just like that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* and why are you reading this useless post of mine!! cos you are jobless as much as i am...grin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-5954290986356073026?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/5954290986356073026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=5954290986356073026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5954290986356073026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5954290986356073026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/whywhywhy.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbI5dfWkWrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AQdrUSlUG6s/s72-c/why.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-7929111471395760497</id><published>2007-01-20T01:11:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:02:48.943+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.R Rehman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ooty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbDaRPWkWpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wwKJokJwe_s/s1600-h/left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbDaRPWkWpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wwKJokJwe_s/s320/left.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021753574231923346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Instead of being stuck in this gray building(my home) on a  hot night , I want to be stuck in a log cabin at an Indian Hill Station, probably somewhere like ooty, with my friends. Its raining outside and its cold, theres a fireplace in our cabin and couple of us are trying to get the fire going. Theres lot of coffee and tea going around, and theres some proper hot Indian finger food. We finally settle down on the sofa or the carpet or wherever we can find space. SPB is singing for us, via Suriyan FM in the background, with AR Rehman making special appearances in between. We start talking, about where life has taken us in the last 5 years since we left college, about where we wanted to go, about where we still want to go. And we have hundreds of digressions during these talks, we start to debate on topics we feel strongly about, or know nothing about. Some of us start to play cards, others are eating masala puri. I go out for a walk in the rain and couple of them joins me. Rain is replaced by cold wind and we get back before we freeze. End of Dream. Its Saturday but go back to F---in Job :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-7929111471395760497?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/7929111471395760497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=7929111471395760497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/7929111471395760497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/7929111471395760497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbDaRPWkWpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wwKJokJwe_s/s72-c/left.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-78429389018011051</id><published>2007-01-20T00:24:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:41:48.686+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Startbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>A Cup of Cofee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbDQ8fWkWoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rPJkAqmmIng/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbDQ8fWkWoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rPJkAqmmIng/s320/coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021743322144987778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari: A coffee please&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: To have here or takeaway?&lt;br /&gt;Hari: To takeaway.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: Do you have a loyalty card?&lt;br /&gt;Hari: No&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: Would you like one?&lt;br /&gt;Hari: No,thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff:  If you have a loyalty card, ten stamps gets you a free drink. Are you sure you wouldn't like one?&lt;br /&gt;Hari: Quite sure, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: Would you like a pastry with that?&lt;br /&gt;Hari: No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: How about a biscotti?&lt;br /&gt;Hari: No. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: Really!&lt;br /&gt;Hari: I'd just like my drink please.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: Right, sir. One tea coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Hari: No, coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff:: A latte?'&lt;br /&gt;Hari: No. Just a black coffee please with milk&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: A black, filter coffee with milk?&lt;br /&gt;Hari: Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: What size?&lt;br /&gt;Hari: I dunno. Medium?&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: One grande filter coffee coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Hari:I don't want a "grande! Just a medium.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff:Grande is medium, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Hari: Oh. Sorry. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff: That'll be S3.50 please.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Staff:Great. Brilliant. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Hari: Escape Mamuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens everyday - Maybe twice a day sometimes, unless you go to the same coffee place day in day out. And even then it happens, cos they keep changing the staff.And to think some people have the patience to ask for their De-Caf Semi-Skimmed Organic Americano with Double Shot ( I have no idea what the hell is that) .It would take me ages to get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will put in simple words from next time, "A Medium Latte to Take-Away. Nothing Else. Heres the exact money in change,Thank You,Bye" but that wudnt be fun, wud it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-78429389018011051?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/78429389018011051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=78429389018011051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/78429389018011051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/78429389018011051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/cup-of-cofee.html' title='A Cup of Cofee'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbDQ8fWkWoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rPJkAqmmIng/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-200686156264004035</id><published>2007-01-20T00:01:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-21T12:48:24.026+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.R Rehman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madhvan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aishwaraya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abhishek'/><title type='text'>Guru brings back the charm of going to the Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbDLrPWkWnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hG4tw0oYpMI/s1600-h/guru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbDLrPWkWnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hG4tw0oYpMI/s320/guru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021737528234105458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Classic - Mani Ratnam never disappoints - One of the few directors who knows how to get the best out of his actors and to tell a story. He is the Spielberg of Bollywood as well as Kollywood. He will make you want to go to the Cinema, to believe in the magic of Cinema and Creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek's the enthusiastic, full of energy Guru with a zest in his walk to the swagger which comes with experience in Gurubhai's older days, Abhishek is in his elements and he probably knew that he will never get a role like this and gave his all. To be honest I can't understand Hindi but I watched this movie for three master elements worked together (Mani, AR and Abhishek). The enthusiasm and freshness(for lack of a better word - Watch Ash in Megha Megha on the screen to know what I mean) in the young Guru and Sujata makes you fall in love with cinema all over again and you realize why exactly is Cinema where it is - The most popular art form since the last 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the others, I was impressed with Madhavan in RDB but he didn't do much other then kissing scene.  Limited role for Vidya Balan, who did a wonderful job in Muna Bahi 2 . Bollywood needs to improve its kissing skills - In both Dhoom and here, a normal kiss scene looks more weird than normal - Who kisses like this? Surely some lessons from Emraan Hashmi and Mallika Sherawat from Murder needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music - Tough one to call. I warmed up to all songs before watching the movie but Barso Re, Tere Bina and Mayya Mayya, look good on the big screen. Ek Lo Ek Muft song was surplus and spoils the flow of the movie but one mistake is allowed, I guess. Mani is also human, he has right to make at least one mistake. I challenge anyone to understand and then make sense of any one line in Mayya Mayya - It sounds more like Lebanese song than a Turkish Belly Dancing Song (Mallika saves the plot showing her 75%) - Or do a first next time - Provide subtitles in Hindi in a Hindi movie. Thats it, no more criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said it before, I will say it again - Guru brings back the charm of going to the Cinema. 4 stars out of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-200686156264004035?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/200686156264004035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=200686156264004035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/200686156264004035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/200686156264004035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/guru-brings-back-charm-of-going-to.html' title='Guru brings back the charm of going to the Cinema'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RbDLrPWkWnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hG4tw0oYpMI/s72-c/guru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-5075714950049059991</id><published>2007-01-18T19:20:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-18T19:42:21.993+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Fate -Its Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Ra84sfWkWmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hGaoNQVJ80I/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021294446522948194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Ra84sfWkWmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hGaoNQVJ80I/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its fate.." is what we get to hear a lot of times.. from ur family, friends and even us... now what is fate? Fate is our friend... We dont know fate till we are in the stage where we run around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate plays games with us. We always want to prove ourself against fate and make us the winners. However, we lose almost all the time. This might make some of us disillusioned. We elevate fate to be the invincibles and most of us just give up on our prowess to wrest the advantage from it. However, some of us take defeat on our shoulders and keep improving with every game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not master the game, neither understand our opponent, but we can keep improving our skills. There comes the time when the odd victory stares at us. And what do we do? We attribute it to LUCK :P So in other words, all of us are inherently self-abstracting.. we dont want credit for our victories nor blame for our failures. We want other entities to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realise the invaluable friendship that fate brings to our lives and how we conveniently blame it for everything? A true friend is one who gives unto thee without expecting anything in return. They even shoulder you are ill spat but still continue to be with you and guide you along the right path, however hard or harsh their words might seem! Embrace fate, acknowledge reality and live your life! Then you will be surprised that you can take almost anything that fate seems to throw at us and whack it for a six!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-5075714950049059991?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/5075714950049059991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=5075714950049059991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5075714950049059991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/5075714950049059991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/fate-its-fate.html' title='Fate -Its Fate'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Ra84sfWkWmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/hGaoNQVJ80I/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-3474377790238000863</id><published>2007-01-10T20:37:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:52:29.276+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The protocol of life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RaS-XPWkWlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DrOaeK0F_wQ/s1600-h/tulip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018345191265032786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RaS-XPWkWlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DrOaeK0F_wQ/s320/tulip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when you feel you dint exist or you have lost everything and this is the time for me, I guess :). The past few days being as bad as can be. With all kinds of weird things happening around me. But I dont have any regrets on what happening because I am learning to adjust to all this and can perfectly do this even if this continues the whole of this year. These times are made even worse when you get bombarded with some questions [read stupid ones] from all those around you asking when is this going to happen?? And my simple answer : This?? Why?? Should it ever happen?? Why the urgency?? Am enjoying my life!! Without it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule 1 : It is not a mandatory event in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule 2 : There is no specific time that you need for this event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule 3 : You just cant go on with a first-come-first-served basis in your choices for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule 4 : Pleez..Oh Pleez..Try getting all the above rules into your heads!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is actually specially dedicated for all those asking me this question right from the start . Oh..Gimme a break!! I still have time!! Lots of time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-3474377790238000863?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/3474377790238000863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=3474377790238000863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/3474377790238000863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/3474377790238000863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/protocol-of-life.html' title='The protocol of life!'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/RaS-XPWkWlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DrOaeK0F_wQ/s72-c/tulip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-4057037163435453452</id><published>2007-01-10T20:08:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:30:59.337+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2007</title><content type='html'>2007 has atlast dawned with new dreams and hopes for all. And for me it has blossomed with all smiles and grinzz with friends holding my hands ..Nothing spl that I did at the first minute of the new year but anyways, the year seems promising and wonderful at different place, wonderful fireworks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note :Travel has been one thing I love a lot..Travel as in travelling long hours to tournaments, college and now to meet my friends (Sydney - Adelaide) !!I love spending hours  on travelling especially when its long and rainy  journey. Sigh!! But one thing that I have learnt to do during those long hours is observe!! Observe all the happenings outside my window!!And there are some really interesting things that I have started to do these days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here is a list of a few things :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look out for all the new buildings, the architecture, the vibrant colors, the font of the buildings. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try noticing all the small kids walking on the roads, especially in the mornings. I am surprised by their smartness in crossing roads, holding hands together. And even otherwise, it is a pleasure watching all those small children play around and walk along with their friends doing all naughty things and at the same time being careful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check out the registration number of the vehicles around and Iam sure you would find atleast a few fancy numbers (ex- NSW  FUCK - 123).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Note the names of the shops on the way and make a mental calculation of the number of times some names are repeated. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look out for some nice car and keep hoping that one day you will own this car ( even I am Human with dreams isnt??).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny isnt?? Yeah lot of changes in my life for past couplr of years. Hope 2007 will be bring some hopes and happinees in everyones life. Love you all.. Keep smiling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-4057037163435453452?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/4057037163435453452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=4057037163435453452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4057037163435453452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/4057037163435453452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-2007.html' title='Welcome 2007'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-115970691182559531</id><published>2006-10-01T22:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:04:51.433+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Nike Jordan </title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-7356763155472762246&amp;amp;hl=en-AU" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yeah Even I want to play His game. Watch this kids, they are future MJ. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-115970691182559531?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/115970691182559531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=115970691182559531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/115970691182559531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/115970691182559531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/10/nike-jordan.html' title='Nike Jordan '/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-115907135451765523</id><published>2006-09-24T13:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:45:54.533+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>I don't think I want to be right all the time. Sometimes it is okay to be wrong. If I was right all the time, I would be running in circles. Will never get anywhere that way. Mistakes help us learn better. If we are wise, we make mistakes, or rather, we acknowledge our mistakes. If we are smart, we don't repeat mistakes. :-DLooking back, I think I remember my mis-steps more than my right ones. A reminder to not repeat them. It does help. It is easier to predict consequences of a wrong move, or rather easier to predict if we are making a wrong move. Which is very important. to know that we are making a mistake. If we have not made one before, how would we recognize it?After all, to err is human. And we should learn to forgive ourselves. But not forget. Experience, they say, is the best teacher. Just because someone advises us that we are making a wrong move does not stop us. We have to make it and then realize our error and try to backtrack. We should try not to repeat ourselves, when it comes to erring. And that brings me to another cliche, once bitten twice shy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-115907135451765523?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/115907135451765523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=115907135451765523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/115907135451765523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/115907135451765523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/09/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-115831127187637866</id><published>2006-09-15T18:27:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:43:25.000+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Jillendru oru Kadhal</title><content type='html'>After a long dormancy from our enchanter ARR, this album comes out with lots of expectations from his die-hard fans. Is this yet another commercial work or has he really made it signature ARR piece of work.Here are my views on the songs in order of my liking -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New York Nagaram -You must listen to this song when your are alone. lovely chords on the guitar to begin with and all along, simple yet subtle to lure you into a mild trance (esp @ a raining dawn / dusk). It really gives you the feeling of concrete jungle when you listen to it. This song sounds way toooooo familiar to me but I just don't seem to figure it grrrrrrrr :-??. Every time I listen from 0:50 to 1:15 a nostalgic feeling sets in, or is it just the suavity of the interplay of wind instruments there. Smooth is short of expression to explain the feeling. The cadence in the singing in the line "Naa Inge Neeyum Ange" (and the likes again) were the most impressive and striking part of the singing. The female chorous also seemed just perfect, hush and reaching the heart. Perfect time to listen to it - "gloomy weather, with the rain drop battering the roof of the window shades outside you room" ... perfect O:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Munbe Va Anbe Va - Does Godesses saraswathi dance in her toung :-/. She's got the most beautiful voice today. At first this song did not appeal to me since the lyrics weren't profound. But I listened to it just coz of the rhythm / beats that goes in the backdrop. Not too often do we see scores with such brilliant variance in drumming. The change brought out withing every cycle kept me glued to it just to figure the exponential (inverted bell) raise and quick exponential fall. I'll be doin that until I can replicate it tapping my dest to it :D. In the meanwhile I am already smitten by her singing, so much that ever the sound of her catching breath sounds so befitting. The "Rango-Rangooli" in the chorus background is just as sweet (proly kids singing :-?) as shreya goshal's. The chorus reminded me of "Nejinile Nejinile" song for some odd reason. If this song fails to impress you on 1st listening, DON'T GIVE UP. Trust me, you wouldn't be disappointed :).&lt;br /&gt;3. Jillendru Oru Kadhal - absolute jolly track, and again reminiscience of familiarity. Only after revisiting Arvind commentry did I realize it indeed following the same motif as "Vennila Vennila" from the movie Iruvar by ARR himself (recycling is he?). The unorthodox singing mixed with some rock and roll age western gave it quite a flavour. Lyrics is also quite playful complementing the aura given by the music. Some places sounded more like stolen from "Tom &amp; Jerry" ;)) he he. Maybe the jazziness. A kitten meowing added mischief to the whole stage.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kummi Adi - along the likes of "Kamma Karaiyile" from Godfather but nowhere close. Fast folky number (as Arvind pointed to). These songs never get borring until the next one in the genre comes in. Esp if you are on a outing and wanna dance the hell out in any god damn way you please meaninglessly :)). But no one (I'm talking absolutes now) in the industry can bring out the smell of our country folks the way Ilayaraja can. Not sure if others can do a successful folksy song without this thiruvizha theme.&lt;br /&gt;5. Maricham - This song gave me the feel of the ever classic hit Chandralekha from Thiruda Thiruda, a techno feast it is. Fast beats (just as in "My heart goes Boom Boom" by Enigma), crushing/breaking glass, open space drum, vortex sounds makes your body move to the music (in fits) before you realize it. Until the "Gautham, Gautham ... Gautham ... ... Gautham" strikes in #-o. And then it even has some verses alike the biblical chants typical of enigma and as if Enya were singing in the background (a wee bit of LORT sound track's feel kicks in). Felt more like a potpourri for me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Majja Majja - Supposedly sensuous #-o, oooh please. Remember those old crappy tamil movies where out'a the blue the hero n heroin land up in forest with some tribals get drunk and dance their booty out (and sometimes end up doing more), that the sick feel this song gives. I esp hated the backdrop, rustic drumming with the masculine "hoooo" sound in chorus. Its so much more lousy when they pronounce it maaza X-(, sound so unlike tamil. Was this supposed to contend with "Thazhuvudu Nazhuvudu" from Ah Aah - Anbe Aaruyire? :)) not a chance. Not this time ARR, you lost to none but thyself :D.&lt;br /&gt;7. Machakaari - This songs turned out kind of disappointing of the lot. Though the mood seem to be different therz some semblance to "Rangola Rangola" from Ghajini. The music grossly overshadowing the lyrics. The voice modulation when she sings "vizhundheeen kaadela" (2:45 to 2:50) was interestingly nice to hear amidst the raucous. Just way too many things out there for it to be enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st two songs in the list were really exceptional, enought for ARR fans to know hes live and kicking as ever. But definitely not the best he can produce. Wonder when he'd come out with a project with the songs signature ARR style. Maybe its gonna take a non-commercial project (to work at it @ his own pace) to do so.Until then enchant thyself with whatz at hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-115831127187637866?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/115831127187637866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=115831127187637866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/115831127187637866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/115831127187637866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/09/jillendru-oru-kadhal.html' title='Jillendru oru Kadhal'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114966852506444880</id><published>2006-06-07T17:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-07T17:55:50.303+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Mystery of life??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what and why I m writing this post.But certain random thoughts were comin and smtimes some muzzy question comes for which u become inexplicable when i start by project work or assignment .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But still trying to solve tht mystery, Have u ever grap fear of losing someone in life ,smthing which u wanna to achieve but not get success ,fear of failing, things not goin acc to ur wish .Sometimes I felt what we r doin with our life. running for money,fame,wanna to achieve higher position ,luxurious life but where is tht peace. Is this is our aim of life. Or this is the ultimate success in life??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time is 6 Pm now, all this glistening stars ask me wht u did in this life ,have u bring smile in anyone face, have u got wht u wanna to get,. But they said one thing finally one day u have to die so just enjoy ur life peacefully , momentarily live ur life without any despondency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was search some useful information about GITA...In tht it says &lt;em&gt;"This body is described as the field one who understand this description is called the master of field."&lt;/em&gt;Probably I m not lucky one who got tht clue.infact we all in same boat.who don’t the perfect ,meaning of life.Is conquering on world,is the main achievement . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I m really confused and I think I confused u ppl too.Don’t know whts the mystery behind lifeBut one thing is sureLife is simply reflection of u. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life gives you back everything you say or do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Our life is simply a reflection of our actions. If you wanna more love in the world,create more love in your heart.If you wanna more competence in your team improve your competence.If you wanna trustworthy people,start trusting others.This relationship applies to everything and all aspects of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life will give you back all you have given to it“&lt;em&gt;Your life is not a coincidence, It is a reflection of you&lt;/em&gt;”so just think abt this give some time for ur life too despite of running for unnecessary thingHope I didn’t confuse and bore u ppl )))whats ur view on ur life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114966852506444880?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114966852506444880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114966852506444880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114966852506444880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114966852506444880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/06/mystery-of-life.html' title='Mystery of life??????'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114943405341881529</id><published>2006-06-05T00:34:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:44:13.436+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Secret of True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/water_running_thru_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/320/water_running_thru_hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw this poem from one Orkut profile ..its really nice ... thought of sharing this in my blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Water symbolizes LOVE,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as you keep your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caringly open and allow it to remain there, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will always be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you attempt to close your fingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;around it and try to posses it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will spill through the first cracks it finds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the greatest mistakes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that people do when they meet love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They try to posses it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they demand, they expect,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like water spilling out of your hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love will retrieve from you .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For love is meant to be freee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you cannot change it's nature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if there are people you loves,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;allow them to be free beings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give and don't expect &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advise, but dont order&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask, never demand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the secret of Love.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114943405341881529?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114943405341881529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114943405341881529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114943405341881529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114943405341881529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/06/secret-of-true-love.html' title='Secret of True Love'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114896957480384860</id><published>2006-05-30T15:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:42:54.813+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What a Vocabulary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/Voc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/320/Voc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who invented this sentence is either a Vocabulary GENIUS or is absolutely JOBLESS Why, you'll soon find out!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the sentence below carefully: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I do not know where family doctors acquired illegibly perplexing handwriting nevertheless, extraordinary pharmaceutical intellectuality counterbalancing indecipherability, transcendentalizes intercommunications incomprehensibleness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats so weird about it, well think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sentence where the Nth word is N letters long. e.g. 3rd word is 3 letters long, 8th word is 8 letters long and so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114896957480384860?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114896957480384860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114896957480384860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114896957480384860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114896957480384860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-vocabulary.html' title='What a Vocabulary'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114890416484388291</id><published>2006-05-29T21:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:32:44.856+09:30</updated><title type='text'>So much Hate - Orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/derakht83bahman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/320/derakht83bahman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is so much hate everywhere. For proof just look at some of the communities in orkut. It’s really disgusting and sad to see so much of hate. Some of my friends and myself were discussing this and I feel it’s not a good sign to see so many youngsters carrying so much hate in their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are heaps n heaps of communities and lots of heated discussions and exchange of insults. So many Anti-this or anti-that communities. Religion bashing, Language bashing, Race bashing, Sexual orientation bashing, caste, name it and you have a community against it. Visit any India-Pakistan community and you can read some heated posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even forums like Bangalore have turned into a battle ground with fights between localites and non-localites and Kannadiga’s and non-Kannadigas etc. Everyday you get many requests to report some community or the other for being defamatory or inappropriate or an insult to some faction of society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected there to be so much hate all around. I wonder if it’s just frustration or anger or just people trying to fit in or prove a point. Whatever it is - it’s not healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114890416484388291?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114890416484388291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114890416484388291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114890416484388291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114890416484388291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-much-hate-orkut.html' title='So much Hate - Orkut'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114890208749546067</id><published>2006-05-29T20:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:58:07.510+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Amma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/mother_stjerne_hvit1-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/320/mother_stjerne_hvit1-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom, Ma, Mummy, Amma…Whatever you call her, she will be the same idol full of love and affection. No matter what you do, wherever you go, she will always be there with you. She cries when you are sad, she is happy when you laugh, and she wants to take away all your troubles….&lt;br /&gt;Days pass months pass and years pass by and what you remember of her is she wakes you up in the morning, she cooks for you, at all times she is there for you and concerned about you.&lt;br /&gt;God cannot be there everywhere so he created Mother…who can be there with her children to solve all their problems to take away all their pains and to bring joy in their lives&lt;br /&gt;We keep ourselves busy in work, friends, deadlines, projects…. how many time do we think of her???? But do you know how many times she thinks of us in a day? All the time… I miss her a lot.. I wanna go home .. I know this is too much bcoz just now i came from india.. feeling home sick .. missing everyone .. Mum, pops, akka, a big list.. even i have nice friends in adelaide , i feel like go home to see my mum atleast.. I love u ma... Miss u so much .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114890208749546067?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114890208749546067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114890208749546067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114890208749546067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114890208749546067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/amma.html' title='Amma'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114865030162850086</id><published>2006-05-26T22:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:52:26.746+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Weird Questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/questions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/320/questions.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for answers to these questions.. any suggestions??&lt;br /&gt;1. If all the nations in the world are in debt(even US has got debts), where did all the money go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests it?&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the speed of darkness?&lt;br /&gt;4. If the "black box" flight recorder is never damaged during a plane crash, why isn'tthe whole airplane made out of that stuff?&lt;br /&gt;5. Who copyrighted the copyright symbol?&lt;br /&gt;6 .Can you cry under water?&lt;br /&gt;7. Why do people say, "you've been working like a dog" when dogs just sit around all day?&lt;br /&gt;8. Why are the numbers on a calculator and a phone reversed&lt;br /&gt;9. Do fish ever get thirsty?&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you get cornered in a round room?&lt;br /&gt;11. What does OK actually mean?&lt;br /&gt;12. Why do birds not fall out of trees when they sleep?&lt;br /&gt;13. If a person suffered from amnesia and then was cured would they remember that they forgot?&lt;br /&gt;14. Can you blow a balloon up under water?&lt;br /&gt;15. Why is it called a "building" when it is already built?&lt;br /&gt;16. If you were traveling at the speed of sound and you turned on your radio would you be able to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;17. If you're traveling at the speed of light and you turn your headlights on, what happens?&lt;br /&gt;18. Why is it called a TV set when theres only one?&lt;br /&gt;19. If a person owns a piece of land do they own it all the way down to the core of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;20. Why do most cars have speedometers that go up to at least 130 when you legally can't go that fast on any road &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114865030162850086?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114865030162850086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114865030162850086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114865030162850086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114865030162850086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/weird-questions.html' title='Weird Questions?'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114855071531825013</id><published>2006-05-25T19:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:27:32.406+09:30</updated><title type='text'>New born baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast our long time dream came true yesterday night. &lt;strong&gt;Students in Adelaide&lt;/strong&gt; was our dream project to help all students in and around adelaide in different ways. We took our first step by creating a blog and a community in Orkut to help all our counterparts. One just one day our community memebership increased from 10 to 45 memebers. We are so happy to see quick response from al our members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets Start together and make this blog informative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please visit us and leave four valuable comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studentsinadelaide.blogspot.com" target="newwindow"&gt;http://www.studentsinadelaide.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114855071531825013?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114855071531825013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114855071531825013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114855071531825013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114855071531825013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-born-baby.html' title='New born baby!'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114845946394866007</id><published>2006-05-24T17:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:16:00.226+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Giri's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/chumma.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/200/chumma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giri's Birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend is one of my best pal's birthday. It was wonderful. The first guests(Me, Anand and Prakash) went to his by 10 p.m. and we all left only at 2 a.m. and during those 5 hours we had such a nice time, chatting, eating, movie and listening to music.I don't have huge amounts of friends in adelaide, but the ones that I've got are all very close, the kind of type that will always be there no matter what. Some we all see often, because &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are living like a family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; here..It's really too bad that we all live so hectic lives that we don't have the time to see each other as much as we would like to, but I guess that makes it even more special when we finally get together. Birthday is the only time a year that we have the possibility of gathering all our friends under one roof at the same time and it always means a lot to Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We went for a small drive to windy point and had nice fun.. Giri is one my special friend &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who i can trust and share my problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. The highlight of the party is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sambar(Indian curry)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; prepared by Anand..and silly photograph clicked in Windy point...I reckon Anand is having some special intergents in his hand.. it was awesome everyone started to drink.. he he he.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTH DAY GIRI.. WE ALL THERE FOR YOU.. KEEP SMILING...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114845946394866007?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114845946394866007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114845946394866007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114845946394866007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114845946394866007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/giris-birthday.html' title='Giri&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114792955262842138</id><published>2006-05-18T14:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:49:12.650+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/baby_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/200/baby_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somewhere between the incessant forwards and the friendships and the calls to each other complaining about cRuSHeS and Boy friends and girl friends!!&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between the phone calls to old friends and the "I miss you"s, the "I love you"s and the "What are we doing tonight?"s&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere between all of the changing and growing..&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between the classes and the skipping classes.. and the StUdYiNg for ExAm.. And the PRETENDING to "study" for ExAm (Like Me).. And the downright NOT studying for the tests.. I forgot -- I forgot what UnIvErSiTy was all about.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between all the appointments, starbuck's coffee's, McDonald's, Hungry Jack, KFC.. paying bills and then not paying bills..... Making plans then breaking plans.... Appearing, Disappearing,then reappearing...&lt;br /&gt;I forgot -- I forgot what it was like to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that pretending to be happy doesn't make you happy.. And that pretending to be sMaRT doesn't make you Smart I I forgot that you can't just forget the past, you can't leave your present in fear of the FUTURE..&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that you can't control falling in LoVe.. And that you can't make yourself fall in *LoVe*&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that I can LOVE.. I learnt that it's okay to MeSS uP.. And it's okay to ask for HELP!!!.. And it's okay to feel like crap.. I learnt it's okay to CoMPLaiN and WHiNe to all your friends for a whole day..&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that sometimes the things you want the most are the things that you just can't have and the things that you look for are right in front of you. I learnt that sometimes the things we want to forget are the things which we most need to talk about.. I learnt that TIME and LOVE can heal everything.. I learnt that just when you think it can't get worse - it does!.. but you learn to survive..&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that when you start feeling BaD about L O S I N G touch and about those who you've lost! They too, are feeling the same way..&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that life's not easy, but its yours... And you have to live it.....&lt;br /&gt;----------Courage is not the absence of fear but the ability to carry on in spite of it.---------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114792955262842138?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114792955262842138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114792955262842138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114792955262842138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114792955262842138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114787618653752607</id><published>2006-05-17T23:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:17:32.776+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What is this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/320/white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things which happen once in life but hundred of times in love. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Clue : In life, I passed one. But in love I passed both the things so many times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114787618653752607?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114787618653752607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114787618653752607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114787618653752607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114787618653752607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-this.html' title='What is this'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114787480163890038</id><published>2006-05-17T23:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:36:41.640+09:30</updated><title type='text'>One paragraph that explains Life......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/200/life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One paragraph that explains Life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of CANCER .&lt;br /&gt;From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?&lt;br /&gt;To this Arthur Ashe replied: The world over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 crore children start playing tennis.&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 lakh learn to play tennis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 lakh learn professional tennis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50,000 come to the circuit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5000 reach the grand slam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 reach Wimbeldon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 to semi final.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 to the finals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD "Why me?".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And today in pain I should not be asking GOD "Why me?" Remember : Happiness keeps u Sweet, Trials keep u Strong, Sorrow keeps u Human, Failure Keeps u Humble, Success keeps u Glowing, But only God Keeps u Going.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114787480163890038?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114787480163890038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114787480163890038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114787480163890038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114787480163890038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-paragraph-that-explains-life.html' title='One paragraph that explains Life......'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114787327517792386</id><published>2006-05-17T23:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:11:15.180+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreamzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/320/dd.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They say that your future depends on your dreams...so wat r u waiting for..goto sleep rite now...but let me put this question upfront...do u have it in you to live your dream? how far can you go to live them? but the question posed by my friend was this as you chase ur dream and realize it..u lose interest in it and well u go ahead and then there is another dream u go after..but wat is that we really want? the ultimate goal in life is to happy. now u r talking...i will now tell you my dream now..my dream in life is to be happy. thas not too much to ask is it? life is as such very complicated and u always try to simplify it..or as my friend says..try to pack it and keep it compact!! as we grow up we tend to get more demanding and want everything in life. i read this somewhere...u cant have everything in life..where wud u put it? now thas a very nice rhetorical question u can ponder for hours together on.yet the only thing we want in life is to be happy. we try to go abut achieving this by all means...in our own different ways...happinessIts just being blissfully happy ...likewhen u drink a double chocolate chip frappucino at pure naturals...when u cuddle up on the couch and watch ur fav movie....when u smell the fragrance of sand as the first few drops of rain hit the earth....when u unexpectedly see a rainbow in the sky...when u sleep like a log on the weekends...and basically do nothing else...when a friend invites u for dinner ..the day u totally run outta things to cook....when ur UPS or FEDEX or USPS parcel arrives the very next day u order ...when on a monday u suddenly realize u can sleep late...since its the long weekend...when u spend time with people u like, ur family and friends...when u get a testimonial..good one at 360 or in msn spaces....when someone reads ur blog and comments!think abut what u want! what really makes u happy.?..Dreams will follow you..wherever u are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114787327517792386?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114787327517792386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114787327517792386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114787327517792386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114787327517792386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamzzzzzzzz.html' title='Dreamzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18104913.post-114787292108072189</id><published>2006-05-17T22:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:25:49.136+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost Friendship!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/1600/Tears1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/1763/320/Tears1.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forsake not an old friend, for a new one does not compare with him."The phrase just brings back our memories of those whom we have lost contact...All those college days just runs through my mind..Those long hour bugging classes..the tests..the exams...punishments...and ofcourse the best part of school and college ..The friends....OKOK..I guess this hype is too much for him..:)I pretty well know that we were very gud friends at one point of time..but few unexpected things did make us part..Maybe that was wat God had wanted...The strained relationship I had with him was for a little too long..We both wanted to maintain the bond...At one point of time..I really detested him so much...he had taken many of my privileges....I lost many precious things just because he was with me always....And the most problematic thing was that I could not let go off him..even if I wanted to..I dunno y...but somehow..he stayed with me always though the years passed..Now he is a bit of a old friend...Not much of contact..Now I miss him very much..Though he had been a pester..in the college days...I now realised that he was not that bad..I know I cant renew the friendship now..he is a distant friend now..Even if I wanted to..I cant bring back the same sort of closeness..But I will always cherish those few years when he was with me..My Precious friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Teenage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18104913-114787292108072189?l=hari-prakash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/feeds/114787292108072189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18104913&amp;postID=114787292108072189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114787292108072189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18104913/posts/default/114787292108072189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hari-prakash.blogspot.com/2006/05/lost-friendship.html' title='Lost Friendship!!'/><author><name>Harizzzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12273202847008663054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K4U6R8NQ268/Sz38hbuUBKI/AAAAAAAAB5M/I1lA6TKRcBk/S220/Hari4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
