<?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-14769073</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:10:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Urself !</title><subtitle type='html'>you are gifted.. Never give a chance to yourself to miss any good part of life...!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-8808525595676945822</id><published>2008-02-20T08:15:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T02:08:35.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why to.. [ Part 3 ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to-change.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/R7t3OCI3hdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/63T4iP0szWU/s320/6100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168856080313714130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to-change.html"&gt;Part1 &lt;/a&gt;--&gt; &lt;a href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to2.html"&gt;Part2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to2.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/R7t29iI3hbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Tw96PHIf7-w/s320/no6610.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168855796845872562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-to.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/R7ty-yI3hZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wKnxMUDQ8Bk/s400/htc.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168851420274197906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to-change.html"&gt;6100 &lt;/a&gt;--&gt; &lt;a href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to2.html"&gt;6610 &lt;/a&gt;--&gt; htc Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are always &lt;a href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to-change.html"&gt;reasons &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to-change.html"&gt;for everything...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I do have one --&gt;  I lost my &lt;a href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to2.html"&gt;6610 &lt;/a&gt;and know where &amp;amp; when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guess , who is new one ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;HTC&lt;/b&gt; Touch, the world's first touch phone that gives you the whole new touch panel experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt; Kuch Paane Ke Liye&lt;/b&gt; ,  &lt;b&gt;Kuch&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Khona Padta Hai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-8808525595676945822?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/8808525595676945822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=8808525595676945822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/8808525595676945822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/8808525595676945822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-to.html' title='Why to.. [ Part 3 ]'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/R7t3OCI3hdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/63T4iP0szWU/s72-c/6100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-8437973917638923841</id><published>2008-01-30T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:11:32.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RACE - Where do you want to go ?</title><content type='html'>Other side of reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to hear the saying of a best friend to an another "When your father had a monthly earnings of 3-4K and he could bring you to stand at this level and you at this moment , having 12-15L of CTC  and still feel  discontented which points out to mean that you are still failing to learn on how to live your real life. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you are chasing jobs better "package" ... doing demeaning works.. convincing yourself " Work is Worship "... worrying about taxes.. planning for dollar/pound saving... and loosing a balanced life,morality(mix of cultures/customs) and genuine relationships.. just for hoping the days of paradise... (in the future )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this race is WORTHLESS !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-8437973917638923841?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/8437973917638923841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=8437973917638923841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/8437973917638923841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/8437973917638923841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2008/01/race-where-do-you-want-to-go.html' title='THE RACE - Where do you want to go ?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-9177719657640301498</id><published>2007-11-03T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:18:26.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO ARE YOU – I know the answer(s) !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;CRYING at each time - only to make dad, mom and grand ma to puzzle if that was to indicate hungry..  or pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;LearnT&lt;/span&gt; to reflect at the expression at face on the ppl you were looking at ...calling it as  SMILING.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEARED when someone &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;programmed&lt;/span&gt; your mind about a new object which might bother you &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;negatively.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELT heaven when each time your mom holding you on her closet.. AFFECTION of the living goddess. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEARCHED for mom/dad's hands around you at middle of nights only to feel yourself SECURED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where were I inside your marriage album – asking your parents only to reflect that you were INNOCENT.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAMANT to get a handful toffee, only to PROVE that you were a KID.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;COMPLAINT about your fellow peer at lkg class, only to REALIZE lately that you are a SOCIAL ANIMAL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;High School life at TEENAGE, only to know an out-of-syllabus subject – OPPOSITE SEX.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;EXPECTED things to happen for you ; then you started to COMPROMISE at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Impossible&lt;/span&gt; -- and only when you realized &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; comes at a cost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You LEFT one for another and named that as &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Giving the name as RESPECT, you followed the saying of your elders without REASONING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;INSPIRED by someone’s thought/actions, only to ASPIRE high which keeps on changing at each stage of YOUR LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When DISAPPOINTED, you kicked yourself behind to go further - only to name it as SELF MOTIVATION.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;ACHIEVED what was visible to others, only to be called by them as PERFORMER..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each personal RELATIONSHIP teaches , only to OBSERVE differences between AFFECTION,PURPOSEFUL,CARE,LUST &amp;amp; LOVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You learnt NOBODY is &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; and still maintaining relationships, saying ADJUSTMENTS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You found &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;pleasure &lt;/span&gt;at one puff of cigarette and a sip of whiskey, only to say on the other day I had HANGOVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;….’ Ocean ‘ Life - &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a few words are always inadequate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-9177719657640301498?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/9177719657640301498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=9177719657640301498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/9177719657640301498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/9177719657640301498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-are-you-i-know-answers.html' title='WHO ARE YOU – I know the answer(s) !!!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-8642532143301188788</id><published>2007-10-15T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:19:34.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT JUST  HAPPENS…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[ Story Time.... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yet another hectic day at office and its always peace for his mind soon after reaching the home. He released his foot out of those formal shoes. He felt great while those naked feet touching that chilled floor. But today, something more was missing. His eyes were searching his beloved wife. She was inside kitchen. For sure, she heard that he is home at that time. Even he knows that she will not turn to receive him today as she used to do everyday. He approached her closely and could see from back that she was doing nothing but trying to act as if attempting some works. He slowly seated his face on her right shoulder by sandwiching his cheek with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reaction for a minute. He held her hands and brought them to fold in across her....uttered at lower whisper "sorry". He felt her calm and has refined his confidence on his knowledge that women are always kind at their heart. He realized that his harsh behavior in the morning might have made her upset. He was late to office and she was insisting him to take breakfast and proceed.. With no patience he voiced something and went. Later he could understand something went wrong this morning only when she didnt answer his phone at afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She released her hands from him and turned forth. He attempted to look into her eyes but she didnt want to. She came for resting her head on his left side while he started holding her palms gently. she started whispering " it was my mistake to jump into your attention while you were rushing to office this morning. I knew you had an important presentation.. you were preparing whole night and woke up late"&lt;br /&gt;She didnt say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ego of a person is defined as “Attitude and believes which satisfy mental gratifications “ then they had complete blank meaning for that word between them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She still remembers their first time meet. Her parents asked to meet him on an informal occasion.. Being a practical girl, she was not feeling nervous but with a little curious to meet a stranger guy recommended (!) by her mom &amp;amp; dad. He just came into the scene as soon their parents introduced them to each other. Gone those day to say "vanakkam" by putting both hands of yours together _/\_ while meeting someone from a conservative back ground..... He approached for a handshake with her and very casually she proceeded with. she thought for a sec that he didn't want to with draw from her soft palm. their parents started to converse for them.. these oldies themselves talked everything about him and her by leaving nothing for she/he to talk in general about them ; What to say.. what to ask... though too many rays were starring between their four eyes , they were still concluding inside on how to begin.. Finally within no mins ;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He broke that silence... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"enaku &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;unna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; pidichirukku . ennai kalyanam pannikkuriya ? " [ i like you.. will you marry me ? ].. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;she was shocked to hear that as first sound/voice from him.. does it seem to be a simple question for him...? And, of course he came into the point straight away… if not then why the reason they were “arranged” to meet with each other ; she said yes after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, She is resting her head on his left side while he was holding her palms gently. He too , always recollects that first meet for a sec while holding her hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She raised her eyebrows half an inch towards top of her face and asked with her usual playful tone “What if I would have said sorry on that day?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He casually said “You could have missed this hug for your life time.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;LOVE, IT JUST HAPPENS…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-8642532143301188788?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/8642532143301188788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=8642532143301188788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/8642532143301188788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/8642532143301188788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-just-happens.html' title='IT JUST  HAPPENS…'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-3444989853000567305</id><published>2007-10-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:05:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I came across this line a long while ago -  " the beauty of the life does not depend on how happy you are ; but how happy others can be, because of you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a rainy season, i started for home from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in order to have an exciting long weekend. That Volvo couch was not much occupied with number of pax , including me.  On the way to electronic city while the traffic was still appearing like ants parade, the gentle man next to me was pissed off.. started calling someone. His gesture and packages reflected that he was straight from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;bangalore&lt;/st1:city&gt; international airport... traveling back from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;united states of america&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Ppl who go to developed nations for a visit / business would have a same gesture [perhaps at least tiny] when getting back to ‘populated’ life style. Well, this is not the main point of this post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I reached hometown and coming out of travel office after a return journey reservation… happened to fall upon a stranger holding a girl child.. approached me with needy look at his eyes. There was a female standing out there.. behind him. I was sure that were not local ppl as their appearance reflected to be from some north part of country. He started talking to me by explaining that they were traveling from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;lucknow&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and they lost their luggage and money during the travel towards down south holy places.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had not enough money to lend them as he requested. But, I suggested guiding him the way to nearest police station where they can take up some help. Soon&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that guy stepped back and started approaching other ppl. I reached home and was talking to dad on about this incident. Realized that there are group of ppl who do this kind of decent begging job by taking advantage on soft side of hurrying-passengers in the city.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few months before, I was approaching to MRT station, got to notice that there was a disabled guy on his wheel chair. Everyday I used to see that person around there, selling tissue papers for some cost. On the other day, my house door was knocked. When opened, there was a guy standing with bunch of dolls. He was trying to express something to me and was also holding a photo with a few note that he was a deaf, makes and sells the dolls at door steps just to get some money to feed his child and continue to exists his living. There was no sound between us while I understood what he was trying to communicate. More than the way he explained [!] about the doll on how he made and it’s look, there was a big value of honest-impression he brought in that scene with that attitude, which was far away higher than the price 10$ of his doll.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That happy doll in my room still inspires my thought towards that phenomenon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes – life is beautiful though there different moments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-3444989853000567305?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/3444989853000567305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=3444989853000567305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/3444989853000567305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/3444989853000567305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/10/beauty-of-life.html' title='the beauty of life..'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-1560132365699984386</id><published>2007-09-29T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:15:35.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why to..[ Part 2]</title><content type='html'>[...............continues from &lt;a href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to-change.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while you are in a strange place and someone is with you closely .. what would you do..?  Yes, the same thing - I shared all my personal informations.. even to that extend she keeps reminding me about all my friends birthdays , marriage dates and any other important task for that day.. next to mom - there is some one who wakes me up promptly...  takes care of almost everything that i need to keep in my brain.. in return ; i just keep her near to my heart always.. I am not an expert as much as she does while maintaining relationship with ppl. But, the proud part is - I am the Boss.&lt;br /&gt;While writing these lines, I am looking at her now who is chill and still attractive to me .. .. I should say at this moment - You are the one who came to be with no expectations.. i handle you rough , show my anger at times..and you had no complaints till now.. and you have been bearing with me all these days.. doing right things for me always..&lt;br /&gt;My Nokia6610... Replacement for my insured/lost 6100.  I still have no good reason why should i replace you and  go for an another model......!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-1560132365699984386?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/1560132365699984386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=1560132365699984386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/1560132365699984386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/1560132365699984386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to2.html' title='Why to..[ Part 2]'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-1563512643857443067</id><published>2007-09-28T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T02:10:18.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why to ...</title><content type='html'>Ppl say - Best thing happens when not expected..&lt;br /&gt;yep.. one of the best with whom i live with more than three years till now.. i do see ppl get bored with one soon.. its natural(perhaps)... they are looking for more excitements and willing to leave the old one and chase for a new..&lt;br /&gt;Until you have strong reason or emotionally attached, you wont search for a better one. When it comes to be me on that spot, i follow the former sentence. I do admit, she is not the first one for me... i left 2 while i found my current partner.. in fact the first one left me with no trace..  I thought at that time - there is no need for an another... its just waste of efforts.. time and money.. it perhaps a crazy feel which yields nothing but hard heart strokes when lost..&lt;br /&gt;But, i could not manage with my lonely life.. i desperately needed someone for sharing my mind and heart..  to hold and walk along.. so, i reclaimed for a recovery from loss.. then she came there in front. I never noticed that she had been waiting for me there since a few days as I was ready to move out of that place as part of my another job hop.&lt;br /&gt;I could take her along with me and we finally landed in garden city of the country....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to2.html"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            (will continue.. Part2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-1563512643857443067?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/1563512643857443067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=1563512643857443067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/1563512643857443067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/1563512643857443067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-to-change.html' title='Why to ...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-8792911971444050128</id><published>2007-09-24T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T06:29:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again...!!</title><content type='html'>Thinking again to continue this... thanks god - i could recollect the password and reclaim this account.&lt;br /&gt;I started blogging , just for name sake.. n also to kill my idle time while i was working on a stable project ;-).  Resulted , Today I have a very good friend in Bangalore whom i met in this blog world. I thank to Suma who told me abt this blogging stuff and referred a few urls..&lt;br /&gt;all set now.. but completely blank about wat to write nw :)..&lt;br /&gt;will write..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-8792911971444050128?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/8792911971444050128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=8792911971444050128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/8792911971444050128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/8792911971444050128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2007/09/again.html' title='Again...!!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-115562798684320573</id><published>2006-08-15T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:46:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm!!</title><content type='html'>Nothing to post as of now. Stopping it for a while !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-115562798684320573?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/115562798684320573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=115562798684320573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/115562798684320573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/115562798684320573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm!!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-114022007055582340</id><published>2006-02-18T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T07:47:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is good health and a bad memory - Ingrid Bergman</title><content type='html'>Now days I enjoy writing stories those I hear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a dream for him.. all it happened in a short period of time. It boomed in hours.. stayed for days.. and lost in mins.. those moments.. he would have never thought in his life. It took a long time for him to recover from those waves neutralized in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;All the time, they both were fighting with each other for all stupid reasons. But, they never wanted to separate and never saw each other. Sometimes they both won’t contact each other for months. It was a summer season. Their friendship became so closer than ever. They exchanged their photos. He never thought that he would propose to her only when he realized while she said “yes” to him. It was only 2 month they were affectionate to each other, out of five years. But, those 2 months were enough for them to feel all they missed between each other. Every night she used to call him asking about his day and sharing her moments of that day. She used to tell him about guys who and all proposed her. She kept reminding that her love should be the last one to him for rest of the life. And the end of converse, he whispers those sweets to her and she says “yes” to him. Slowly he realized that she has all similar characters of what he posses. But, an opposite sex with similar characters would never be a good sign for healthy and long lasting relationship. It’s like similar poles of two magnets.&lt;br /&gt;A few months before she was not accepting his saying that not even their friendship will last long for ever. She was sending him all the proofs on standard believes. She convinced him. Gave him hope on togetherness for rest of the life.  One fine day, she called him and was talking to him like a strange friend. She was making all hard steps to express something to him. He sensed those feelings. He made her comfort and let her to reveal what she wanted to. She was no more in a position to make a life with him. It was sounding stupid to him but expected that in some corner of his mind . He was shocked. But, he was practical to accept the things.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot force something to happen against nature. You should not hate someone for a simple reason that you didn’t get what you wanted in relationship. Better you start to console yourself saying that god is opening another way better than the past, to come under your foot. So, he just need to get going with his life. I don’t know much about them to write in detail. But, the message is clear. Let both of them be happy as they were earlier, one step before those love episodes: ( Happiness is good health and a bad memory. - Ingrid Bergman.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-114022007055582340?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/114022007055582340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=114022007055582340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/114022007055582340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/114022007055582340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2006/02/happiness-is-good-health-and-bad.html' title='Happiness is good health and a bad memory - Ingrid Bergman'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-113797442121688664</id><published>2006-01-23T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:51:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its very hard to miss your childhood friends..</title><content type='html'>The story of H may not be much thrilling and with mysteries. He is next to any other ordinary guy. I met with H way back 22 years before. He used to be a very passionate, polite and dynamic personality. We were toppers in our school time. Sometimes he used to take my place in merit list and mine at his in alternate.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days when we were playing cricket on our streets, causing too much non stop nuisances. When apposed by neighbors on street cricket, we used to jump over the main gate of an intermediate school in our locality after at evenings and were playing till getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;We went high school, started reading different phase of life. Apart from studies, we analyzed many interesting phenomenon at those times. A unique stuff was; one evening, H was asking me oneday while going back from school, about why our senior guys were keep on gazing at girls while they pass our compound towards their girls high school, such an innocent analysis which yielded answers when we became seniors.&lt;br /&gt;H is a very good self motivator. He always used to tell me, Life should be better than the previous at its each transition. H used to be very picky on everything and faster to choose the best. He never allowed anyone to sit over his head on his decisions, such a confident and well determined personality. But, he kept listening to people to make sure what had not to be done for getting rid with worse. He always been a naughty guy in his family, many times he was punished on his mischievous acts.&lt;br /&gt;During his High school days, H was surrounded with a group of buddies in their locality.  Apart from cricket then started craze towards Chess and Carom. We guys used to play till late in the evenings with lots of fun. The list of group was kept extending - MK,SR,SH,G,SK,PK,MG... and of course with gals too, JL,KA,M,L,PP,N,C,K.... are the few. JL was his first crush. Even if it was one day missed to see JL, he could run over to her house to see and chat with her. That relationship did not last long as JL's family shifted to another place. Then, he used to chat and play with KA. Even that was not lasting for ever. N had been very close to him later days, he still remembers that first kiss by N.&lt;br /&gt;He used to tell me those incidents. We did on enjoying our evening times mostly in a cement chair under a street light of our locality. We counted final days of our high school and ready to start with college life.&lt;br /&gt;That was very first day in college for him. We were introduced with seniors. We were asked to get names of all the girls one by one. For that first week, We both used to jump out of the windows back side the class room to escape from ragging. Later they become very good freinds and guided us on many goods with their expeiriences.They gave us to gather some courage to enjoy that transition. With no time, Me and H sensed a little distance that was separating us to be together. He had chosen to study a different field than of mine. Soon, we were busy with our shells of study works. We did meet with each other only during lunch breaks. Days went on and we completed our college life. I got a job in another city and H was good with a job at our hometown.&lt;br /&gt;(I skip the pages of this life book and while reaching current&lt;br /&gt;days......)&lt;br /&gt;Now days, MK, SR, SK and SH are much nearby to me here in this city.&lt;br /&gt;But, H is missing since a long time... the last news that I'm told was, H was preparing for some overseas jobs. I'm sure he is in search for a new phase of his life and will be back and contact me at any moment. Man, I'm much away from you by all means. I'm sure these distances will not last long as days fly. We will have our reunion soon. I'm sure buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-113797442121688664?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/113797442121688664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=113797442121688664' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113797442121688664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113797442121688664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-very-hard-to-miss-your-childhood.html' title='Its very hard to miss your childhood friends..'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-113740433640030755</id><published>2006-01-16T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:14:22.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments – Part (II).</title><content type='html'>Moments – Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This post has no message, juz an outcome of a few observations )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years before this happened while I was traveling to ntpc for a project.. Their sites are normally located outside the city. It was not new for me to travel around north part of country. But the travel experiences that I had used to be different at each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that long train travel I had to take a local bus to reach that site. Getting into the bus, I started starring at the locations outside.. the bus stopped at the next stage. A college girl got in and found that adjacent seat of mine which was not occupied. Within no minute, she came and sat to next me. We exchanged smiles and started chatting till the time my place where I had to get down. That was a no more remembering kind incident until the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enjoying my long week end, I was returning from home.. Since it is festival time, there was no availability on trains and Omni travels. It finally led me to land into the state transport bus stand. Already a big crowd was waiting for any bus to reach Bangalore. Couple of IT guys/gals were found too.. After half an hour, there was a bus and people rushed in to get a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guys were first to get inside and I was comfortable to occupy a window seat. Two more guys can sit next to me. Another guy sitting at window seat at opposite row was too glad until a gal looking at my eyes asking “ is any one coming next to you?” I thought for a while that she is going to sit next to me. But soon, she asked that guy to sit along with me. He denied to leave the window seat. Me, being the tall guy always prefer to sit in three seat side. She again looked at me and the spaces next to me. I was about the ask her to sit if she would not mind. Before I could react she got down from the bus. I was thinking about the phenomenon that had juz happened and remembering that previous travel time to ntpc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At no moment another gentleman came and sat next to me... that person was a business man. He was asking me whether I’m going to Bangalore and in between out talks I shared that initial moment with him. The immediate reply was like he was hearing some useless thing from me. I was so curious to share these observations with somebody…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I reached banglr, my room, I called up my cousin and spoke to her for a while. She was laughing and teasing me by saying “ you must have asked her to sit next to you that was the reason she was looking into your eyes… poda.. nalla time pass-a irunthirukkum unakku.. eppadi vittutiye.. she would have cursed you inside..” I had nothing to argue with her as I was feeling sleepy after that travel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-113740433640030755?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/113740433640030755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=113740433640030755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113740433640030755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113740433640030755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2006/01/moments-part-ii.html' title='Moments – Part (II).'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-113632871625366628</id><published>2006-01-04T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T07:04:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why liquor?</title><content type='html'>Me and my Chennai friend planned for a different new year celebration moment. We were invited for a New Year party. That was quite decent party I had been ever since a long time. That was well organised.They had arranged for Jokes-telling session. Each joke was translated into Hindi and English while they were telling in Kannada. Thus, it began with happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;A group of Kids in the apartment was performing a nice fashion show. I must have taken all the ftv fans to this show to find the difference of cute and glamour. Later in that eve, they performed a nice dance in group. It was so cute to watch when kids dance. Some kids were missing the steps and tried to manage with the music. Later we had dinner. Dinner was a joined preparation of the families. Each dish was prepared by each of them. So, we had chance to taste all kind of food in India, in a single plate.&lt;br /&gt;End of the dinner, we guys (elders and younger) gathered in balcony and enjoyed fire works. We had a nice group chat too. In between, one uncle was telling "why the people consume liquor for any enjoyment, is it due to every one does and why not me too? ". Infact every one had their own idea to reveal. We younger ppl were quietly listening to them. All the fun was over and I took help of someone to find the ring road to start ahead to my place.&lt;br /&gt;While driving back to my room, I was remembering the previous year celebrations: We guys gathered in a form house, prepared nice veg and non-veg food. Dancing on the floor with noisy music after heavy rounds of hot + cold drinks. Firing crackers – mostly heavy sounded. When everything was saturated, started on our bikes towards main roads and wishing every person on the road and screaming over the night….&lt;br /&gt;This New Year celebration was with no hang over, no smoke, no strain and no irritating noise but all pleasure in pretty decent way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-113632871625366628?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/113632871625366628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=113632871625366628' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113632871625366628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113632871625366628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-liquor.html' title='Why liquor?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-113563506053790378</id><published>2005-12-27T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T03:18:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger and Creativity.</title><content type='html'>A Nice article on &lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/mag/2005/12/25/stories/2005122500040700.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;, last Sunday edition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-113563506053790378?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/113563506053790378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=113563506053790378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113563506053790378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113563506053790378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/12/anger-and-creativity.html' title='Anger and Creativity.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-113499898016842645</id><published>2005-12-19T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:37:26.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rail Payanangal - Journeys in Life !</title><content type='html'>A Mid Nite 1 AM. I had to board on that fastest train in country, it was tough time i had no confirmed steats. At Rly station, I kept asking an officer for emergency adjustments. Naah! Another guy came to me, said that he would arrange a seat but with 500 bucks for him. Well, I agreed.. the train came, that guy spoke to a person inside that AC2 couch and confirmed him for a seat. I got in and train started moving… and realized when that other guy inside the coach needed extra more to be paid.. Ooof.. that was a costly travel !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend made a quick plan for Holi. As usual with no reservation, got in to a superfast express. Fined with heavy penalty L we got seat no 71. U know, its last most side-lower in any 2 class coach. At each station we got down and had fun on entraining&lt;br /&gt;When it started moving from platform. Similar to jumping into footboard journey in our city buses when it stops at each stops. This habit lasted many months until I saw a guy died on platform when he fallen down from Howra Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is prohibited, Many times enjoyed sitting on steps while train was crossing on bridges over Rivers and Mountain valleys. One has to be so conscious that the door should not knock u behind when not balanced. Still, there is an unfulfilled urge for me that I wanted to take snaps down beneath the Railway Bridge on those moments. While crossing the rivers, U can see ppl throwing coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time when planning for a long travel, I preferred to locate any information about pantry service if it is operated my south Indians. U can enjoy Uppuma, Pazham Poori&lt;br /&gt;and Barota curry though u crossed borders of AP &amp;amp; MH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another occasion, I was boarding on Trivendram Express towards chennai. It was around 7 to 7.30 in the morning, train was somewhere in AP State and we were on good sleep. All of sudden, there was some manly voices “ Mama, gud morning.. ezhunthiruga mama…" We all woke up and they – Eunuchs were inside the coach asking money. Few of us gave some money. Some guys got angry at them of their behavior, denied to pay anything. God, those guys won’t forget in life on the consequences happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-113499898016842645?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/113499898016842645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=113499898016842645' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113499898016842645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113499898016842645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/12/rail-payanangal-journeys-in-life.html' title='Rail Payanangal - Journeys in Life !'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-113455801421347114</id><published>2005-12-14T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:00:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Similar Movies.</title><content type='html'>PAYCHECK Vs TOTAL RECALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since quite a long time I wanted to see TOTAL RECALL.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I got a DVD of it. Total Recall, really a violent movie it is.&lt;br /&gt;You can not enjoy the movie if you have seen the former one (PAYCHECK) before,&lt;br /&gt;though Arnold, Rachel and Sharon are rocking.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps PAYCHECK is much trendy Sci-fi movie than of traditional outer planet stories ( TOTAL RECALL, among the one.) of our older times ( early 90’s) .&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Uma are pretty good in the every scene. Every time when she says "Don’t believe in second chances?" Whereas you will hear more of "F**k.. a$$ " sounds in the other movie. Totally at end of the TOTAL RECALL, you won’t be ready to watch it once again whereas I have seen PAYCHECK 4 times till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, me waiting for a nice parallel movie against DIL CHAHTA HAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-113455801421347114?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/113455801421347114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=113455801421347114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113455801421347114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113455801421347114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-similar-movies.html' title='Two Similar Movies.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-113447211902118350</id><published>2005-12-13T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:18:59.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Analysis :</title><content type='html'>My friend took me to a mobile shop on last sunday. We were shown with all models that really made a feel to understand that mobiles are not only meant for talk and message. (my thinking is down to earth).. We also came across some good looking used-mobiles. My friend started checking them with a demo sim.&lt;br /&gt;After a while called me, said&lt;br /&gt;" Man, this one was used by a male and this one by a female."&lt;br /&gt;Me at him "How can one come to know that a mobile was with a gal or guy.. sounds funny".&lt;br /&gt;"See.. both are very recently purchased sets and&lt;br /&gt;call duration of first one is 108hrs and call duration of second one is 189hrs&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, in the second mobile; the Call Duration. Recvd. Calls duration is far higher than Dialed Calls duration."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no comments !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-113447211902118350?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/113447211902118350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=113447211902118350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113447211902118350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113447211902118350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/12/funny-analysis.html' title='Funny Analysis :'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-113425291340488418</id><published>2005-12-11T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T06:25:45.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God and Me !</title><content type='html'>God: Hey Matt, u have been a selfish guy till yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Me : y, all of sudden this question?&lt;br /&gt;God: This day I had no request from u&lt;br /&gt;Me : No use of those, till yesterday I found life to be tough as always.&lt;br /&gt;God: I never promised u for easy life but safe one.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Well, today I was no mood in pray for anything.&lt;br /&gt;God: So, u r crying now !&lt;br /&gt;Me : Nope. U know better. Men dun cry. I was upset with some1 today.&lt;br /&gt;God: U must realize something: Never cry for anybody coz the person for whom&lt;br /&gt;u r crying never deserves ur tears and who really deserves will never let you till&lt;br /&gt;their life.&lt;br /&gt;Me : U came to say this to me. I desire to feel better. All my prayers deserve this moment.&lt;br /&gt;God: Never pray me for all u desire. I’m here to give all u deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden I felt of being a small boy through out this converse. Oops…. Waz going on?&lt;br /&gt;"Machi… Ezhunthiruda…. Romba nerama mobile alarm adichutirukku… wake up man.." – That was my room mate waking me this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-113425291340488418?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/113425291340488418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=113425291340488418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113425291340488418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113425291340488418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/12/god-and-me.html' title='God and Me !'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-113326143684430315</id><published>2005-11-29T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:53:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One reason, I'm a irregular blogger !</title><content type='html'>One reason for each day, I'm a irregular blogger !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 hours on Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2 hours on Travel&lt;br /&gt;13 hours @ Office where internet access is wall’ed&lt;br /&gt;1 hour @ Canteen / Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;1 hour for me &amp;amp; friends in apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized, there is &lt;a href="http://....blogspot.com"&gt;http://....blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to Blog!! Eazy to Comment !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-113326143684430315?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/113326143684430315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=113326143684430315' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113326143684430315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113326143684430315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-reason-im-irregular-blogger.html' title='One reason, I&apos;m a irregular blogger !'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-113098026179023647</id><published>2005-11-03T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:11:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujhse Bichad Ke Khush Rehte Ho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muJhse bichaD ke khush rehte ho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meri tarah tum bhi jhooTe ho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ik tahni par chaaNd Tika thaa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maiN ye samJha tum baithe ho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uJle uJle phool khile the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bilkul jaise tum haNste ho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muJhe shaam bata deti hai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tum kaise kapDe pehne ho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tumh tanha duniya se laDoge &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bachhON si baateN karte ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salutes to Jagjit Singh and&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to all who miss their dear ones !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-113098026179023647?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/113098026179023647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=113098026179023647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113098026179023647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/113098026179023647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/11/mujhse-bichad-ke-khush-rehte-ho.html' title='Mujhse Bichad Ke Khush Rehte Ho.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112993923188021891</id><published>2005-10-22T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T08:04:25.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBSERVATIONS.</title><content type='html'>Scene#1;&lt;br /&gt;@SUBWAY;&lt;br /&gt;For a small veggie delite , we were waiting for about half an hour in a Q.&lt;br /&gt;An half dressed girl, popped in front of attender, claiming her Tuna on single stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene#2;&lt;br /&gt;@BIG BAZAAR;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing in a big Q towards billing counter.&lt;br /&gt;When nearing, A kid intercepted us and placed snacks boxes for billing. I was wondering at its parents both were standing aside the Q and promoting this smart activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more Scene’s to go;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m too curious,&lt;br /&gt;Our Educational system shapes good professionals…&lt;br /&gt;Our Media groups bring polished lifestyles..&lt;br /&gt;But, what makes ppl to stay being well-mannered.??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112993923188021891?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112993923188021891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112993923188021891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112993923188021891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112993923188021891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/10/observations.html' title='OBSERVATIONS.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112945039656118280</id><published>2005-10-16T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:13:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs and Me!</title><content type='html'>When I was kid I used to play with them in my uncle’s house.After a few years, never happened to see pet dogs nearby. In turn I was fascinated more towards Video Games.&lt;br /&gt;When started going to high school, I was more alert on observing dogs on street. Whether its my cycle or bike, I drive faster than the limit. Many of the times chased by those street dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my first job, I had to move to an another city.. Completely new for me in all manners. I was always in touch with my friends and family so whenever they cross that city by train, I used to meet them in odd times at Railway Station. Every time when I start my bike coming outside the gate, the dogs were so curious and merely ready to attack my speed, chasing behind. It s was exciting to beat their run with higher speed. Much thrilling indeed!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember One night, the tragedy happened to another road side dog, when myself and my ex-colleague were enjoying winter drive at high speed on RBI road Civil Lines area. As days passed, I started to believe that no dogs like my body language. I had no time to observe on what happens with the other street walkers, those times. Slowly, the fear on street dogs rose in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last that night came: @ 23.50 Hrs . I had to pick up my friend who was coming from Hyderabad. Came out of my apartment main gate, I was prepared for yet another big chase. This time honestly, I was little feared. All the chases started behind at once I crossed them. I was moving at higher torque merely a 10-15mts ahead them. In the spawn of 3 - 4 seconds, Bike experienced too many jerks – Oh god, my tank was almost dry and I forgot to check. Before switching to Reserve mode, It was already OFF. I immediately prepared my mind and started to rescan my memory to find the nearest 24/7 Hospital. I didn’t turn my head, prepared for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later, I was hearing heavy breathing sounds of dolby effect. They were looking at me and I started looking at them.. slowly they passed behind. All it happened in 3 - 4 mins. Having no clue other than to say luck, I started my bike again. But this time, I didn’t raise speed , even I couldn’t not as still I didn’t get rid of that few mins…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While returing back home with my friend, I slowed down this time, almost to 20kmph while passing them. I could not rub that 3 mins of my life time till now. It happened two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Even now a days, in Bangalore streets – I’m very conscious on not to disturb any of the street dog’s attention when driving at night. Sometimes at my apartment, I park my vehicle outside the parking lane if I found any dog sleeping on my court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Other day my room mate was upset when entered; Asked him on what happened. He was chased by our street dog while walking towards our apartment. We both came out and I started looking the same dog at its eyes. It reflected no reaction. It was the one usually occupies my parking zone. I passed that and started my vehicle with no extra reaction. My room mate was asking me "It was not chasing you, how? " I told " I won’t tell that now, coz there is no short cut for experience !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretty confident now a days that I understood a dog’s behavior !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112945039656118280?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112945039656118280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112945039656118280' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112945039656118280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112945039656118280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/10/dogs-and-me.html' title='Dogs and Me!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112780494027328728</id><published>2005-09-27T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:09:00.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL ACTIVITY ; NO PRODUCTIVITY ?!</title><content type='html'>ALL ACTIVITY ; NO PRODUCTIVITY ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ the,&lt;br /&gt;End of each sleep;&lt;br /&gt;End of each day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.......... and productivity ?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Will Continue ..! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112780494027328728?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112780494027328728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112780494027328728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112780494027328728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112780494027328728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-activity-no-productivity.html' title='ALL ACTIVITY ; NO PRODUCTIVITY ?!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112718501861536621</id><published>2005-09-20T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T10:58:02.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence from Life!</title><content type='html'>We cry for them who never care for us;&lt;br /&gt;                           We make them cry who care for us;&lt;br /&gt;                           We care for them who never cry for us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time, we realize the value of people around us, It might be the time for them to leave us..&lt;br /&gt;Shall never miss a chance to say how much we care someone !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112718501861536621?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112718501861536621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112718501861536621' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112718501861536621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112718501861536621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/09/essence-from-life.html' title='Essence from Life!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112635560602576707</id><published>2005-09-10T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T20:57:22.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Life on no-Mood day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day dawn, Switch on the Mobile;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Searching Network..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting to office.. Bike not starting;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boot disk Failure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boarding on Company Bus;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Severe Network congestion..Retrying to send TCP Packets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast at Canteen;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invalid Input..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entering the Cube;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mounting Filesystems..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning log on ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparing network connection…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking at her Seat;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Website found.. Waiting for reply..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeping that fist love letter and waiting for a good chance to handover;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unable to contact host… Server Busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Team mate not in the seat;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't find host: Non-existent host/domain (??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening Outlook Inbox;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Searching for GOOD BYE messages from any of the guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.O.M. – Manger’s Call;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reblasting the host..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frustrated by not getting Onsite Assigntment;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retry,Abort,Quit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Retry --&gt; Problem while connecting to CLIENT.&lt;br /&gt;Abort --&gt; Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Quit --&gt; Current DRIVE is invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to Work;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please wait while system initialize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office Assistant;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Service Expired.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Lunch; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparing for Sleep Mode..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After  5;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;System out of virtual memory..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112635560602576707?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112635560602576707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112635560602576707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112635560602576707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112635560602576707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/09/work-life-on-no-mood-day.html' title='Work Life on no-Mood day!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112606639174290875</id><published>2005-09-07T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:13:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings..!! (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;World&lt;/strong&gt; … is full of uncertainties…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt; …. is always balanced..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112606639174290875?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112606639174290875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112606639174290875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112606639174290875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112606639174290875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/09/feelings.html' title='Feelings..!! (?)'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112590424228531980</id><published>2005-09-05T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:36:00.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>Scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;@ 05.30 Hrs, Nagpur Station:&lt;br /&gt;Kerala Express reached on platform no.3&lt;br /&gt;He had to board into AC3&lt;br /&gt;Appada.. night full-a packing, odd-time cab travel.. Waited for this Superfast Express..&lt;br /&gt;Romba thookkam varuthu… Thanks to that coach keeper, gave him a nice pillow and a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;@ 08.50 Hrs, Ballarsha Station:&lt;br /&gt;Train already started moving towards AP…&lt;br /&gt;"Brakefast sir.. Idly …wada… dosa……………………."&lt;br /&gt;"Chai.. chai.. chai…… Coffee."&lt;br /&gt;Sounds stirred him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3:&lt;br /&gt;@ 09.55 Hrs, Somewhere in AP state:&lt;br /&gt;Not enough nap.. but the lady sitting near to his seat was giving him a good morning kind smile.&lt;br /&gt;He: Hello.. Good Morning.&lt;br /&gt;She: Good Morning… Mallyaliyo(?)&lt;br /&gt;He: Illa, I’m Tamil.. Aur Aap?&lt;br /&gt;She: Going to TVM… Delhi se aarahi hoon!&lt;br /&gt;She: Had your Brakefast?&lt;br /&gt;He: Not yet, would check up in Pantry car.&lt;br /&gt;……………………&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was existing… came back with a Mineral water bottle and a Good Day Biscuit pack on hand..&lt;br /&gt;Occupied back his seat.. she was not there…&lt;br /&gt;Few mins later, she entered and sat on her seat, next to him.&lt;br /&gt;She: I guess the Brakefast was over by this time&lt;br /&gt;He: Yeah, even in pantry car..&lt;br /&gt;She was searching in her bag… Offered him Sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;She: I don’t prefer outside foods, I used to carry my foods preserved with me.&lt;br /&gt;He hesitated first. She was so kind and made him to take that..&lt;br /&gt;He knew that caring is born birth- nature with all(some) women in this world..&lt;br /&gt;Later they were chatting…. She was returning back home after leaving her daughter joined with NIFT. A well-educated house wife… Her Son was doing PreDegree in Trivandrum. He was returning home on vocation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4:&lt;br /&gt;@ 19.00 Hrs. Almost nearing TamilNadu:&lt;br /&gt;All along the journey was good for him. They was sharing so many things about their views of life. Infact she gave him some advices about marriage also..&lt;br /&gt;Enough talks made that travel pleasant for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5:&lt;br /&gt;@02.30 Hrs. Next morning.. Salem Station:&lt;br /&gt;He had to get down and she was in deep sleep. Took his luggage he was walking towards exit on the platform. He already made her to understand that his journey towards Madurai would start from here. Didn’t like to disturb her for a small "bye"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6:&lt;br /&gt;@04.00 Hrs. Private Travels Office.&lt;br /&gt;Got a ticket on a Volvo couch ensured another 4 hours of nice journey to home.&lt;br /&gt;He got in his SeatNo:6.&lt;br /&gt;His adjacent SeatNo:5 -- None&lt;br /&gt;Another row of SeatNo:7, One Gentleman housed his seat was adjusting the air outlet on top.&lt;br /&gt;SeatNo:8 -- None&lt;br /&gt;One more lady entered holding her ticket for SeatNo:5&lt;br /&gt;She looked at luggage box at top, put her bag.&lt;br /&gt;Before he start turning head at her,&lt;br /&gt;She: Thambi, Antha seatla unkarthukkureengla?&lt;br /&gt;Showing her fingers towards seatNo:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- END -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112590424228531980?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112590424228531980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112590424228531980' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112590424228531980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112590424228531980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/09/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112523017961794925</id><published>2005-08-28T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:02:14.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One is Perfect</title><content type='html'>The following story was received from my friend. Never thought of publishing here.. but atlast I did :-) with a request note to all gals out there " This is just a story... No hard feelings please!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his girlfriend were married. It was a large celebration. All of their friends and family came to see the lovely ceremony and to partake of the festivities and celebrations. A wonderful time was had by all.The bride was gorgeous in her white wedding gown and the groom was very dashing in his black tuxedo. Everyone could tell that the love they had for each other was true.A few months later, the wife comes to the husband with a proposal: I read in a magazine, a while ago, about how we can strengthen our marriage." she offered."Each of us will write a list of the things that we find a bit annoying with the other person. Then, we can talk about how we can fix them together and make our lives happier together."The husband agreed. So each of them went to a separate room in the house and thought of the things that annoyed them about the other. They thought about this question for the rest of the day and wrote down what they came up with.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, at the breakfast table, they decided that they would go over their lists. "I'll start," offered the wife. She took out her list. It had many items on it. Enough to fill 3 pages, in fact. As she started reading the list of the little annoyances, she noticed that tears were starting to appear in her husbands eyes."What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing" the husband replied, "keep reading your list."The wife continued to read until she had read all three pages to herhusband. She neatly placed her list on the table and folded her hands over top of it."Now, you read your list and then we'll talk about the things on both of our lists." She said happily.&lt;br /&gt;Quietly the husband stated, "I don't have anything on my list. I think that you are perfect the way that you are. I don't want you to change anything for me. You are lovely and wonderful and I wouldn't want to try and change anything about you."The wife, touched by his honesty and the depth of his love for her and his acceptance of her, turned her head and wept.&lt;br /&gt;IN LIFE, there are enough times when we are disappointed, depressed and annoyed. We don't really have to go looking for them.We have a wonderful world that is full of beauty, light and promise.Why waste time in this world looking for the bad, disappointing or annoying things when we can look around us, and see the wondrous things before us?I believe that WE ARE HAPPIEST WHEN we see and praise the good and try our best to forego the mistakes of our loved ones. Nobody is perfect but we can find perfection in them to change the way we see them. It is necessary to understand the difficulties and be a helping hand to each other....THAT BRIGHTENS THE RELATIONSHIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112523017961794925?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112523017961794925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112523017961794925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112523017961794925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112523017961794925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-one-is-perfect.html' title='No One is Perfect'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112513672428583936</id><published>2005-08-27T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:58:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>US Postal Service stamp on Diwali</title><content type='html'>Will it going to be happen soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/diwali03/"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/diwali03/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112513672428583936?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112513672428583936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112513672428583936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112513672428583936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112513672428583936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/08/us-postal-service-stamp-on-diwali.html' title='US Postal Service stamp on Diwali'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112398105045887296</id><published>2005-08-14T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T08:57:30.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss- Good(TRUE)Story</title><content type='html'>Preserving this true story:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists at the Rocket launching station in Thumba, were in the habit of working for nearly 12 to 18 hours a day. There were about Seventy such scientists working on a project. All the scientists were really frustrated due to the pressure of work and the demands of their boss but everyone was loyal to him and did not think of quitting the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, one scientist came to his boss and told him - Sir, I have promised to my children that I will take them to the exhibition going on in our township. So I want to leave the office at 5 30 pm.His boss replied - O K, , You are permitted to leave the office early today.The Scientist started working. He continued his work after lunch. As usual he got involved to such an extent that he looked at his watch when he felt he was close to completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time was 8.30 p.mSuddenly he remembered of the promise he had given to his children. He looked for his boss,,He was not there. Having told him in the morning itself, he closed everything and left for home.Deep within himself, he was feeling guilty for having disappointed his children.He reached home. Children were not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife alone was sitting in the hall and reading magazines. The situation was explosive, any talk would boomerang on him.His wife asked him - Would you like to have coffee or shall I straight away serve dinner if you are hungry.The man replied - If you would like to have coffee, i too will have but what about Children???Wife replied- You don't know - Your manager came at 5 15 p.m and has taken the children to the exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had really happened wasThe boss who granted him permission was observing him working seriously at 5.00 p.m. He thought to himself, this person will not leave the work, but if he has promised his children they should enjoy the visit to exhibition. So he took the lead in taking them to exhibitionThe boss does not have to do it everytime. But once it is done, loyalty is established.That is why all the scientists at Thumba continued to work under their boss eventhough the stress was tremendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way , can you hazard a guess as to who the boss was????????He was A P J Abdul Kalam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112398105045887296?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112398105045887296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112398105045887296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112398105045887296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112398105045887296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/08/boss-goodtruestory.html' title='Boss- Good(TRUE)Story'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112398053275487759</id><published>2005-08-14T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T08:51:05.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Thinking</title><content type='html'>Preserving this Email Message:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to think positive before u go down for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was loving couple travelling in a bus in a mountainous area. They decided to get down at some place. After the couple got down at some place the bus moved on. As the bus moved on, a huge rock fell on the bus from the mountain and crushed the bus to crumbs. Everybody on board was killed.&lt;br /&gt;The couple upon seeing that, said, "We wish we were on that bus"&lt;br /&gt;Why do u think they said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for answer&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on think again .......&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on try hard.....&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------- Answer !!!! -------------------If they had remained on the bus instead of deciding to get down, the resulting time delay could have been avoided and the rock would have fallen after the bus had passed ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Think positive in life always and look for opportunities when u can help others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112398053275487759?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112398053275487759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112398053275487759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112398053275487759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112398053275487759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/08/positive-thinking.html' title='Positive Thinking'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112272383692581172</id><published>2005-07-30T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T19:43:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; RUNNING LIFE - TRAFFIC !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fancy about guys out here.. How do they find time to pen so much stuff's .. and all ( most) sounds directly from heart. The Otherday I thought of writing... got some work.. got some.. some..and the day ended up with timedout connecting to mind.. even after losing linkloop with mind and soul ... I could have written a small blog by spending sometime on my comp if not bothered about the huge traffic JAM on hosur road which would make and keeps maintaing not only hungry of eating travellers time but also starring as gr8est accident spot ( Marana Paathai)... at an average of 1-2 accidents per day..  while retruning home I prayed god  ( and KA State Govt) to bless all IT guys who travel from Electronic City towards heart of BLR city with double wings.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coming in  Cab really boring... Sometimes before I used my bike to reach office.. Many of my team mates advised not to do so... But, taking a gr8est risk ( nenappu thaan) I could manage for merely a month of time.. One (fine)early morning..I saw that PULSER on the way.. almost like a BUJJI.. APPLAM kind..  I was told that guy was spot dead who overtook me some 10 mins before... lots of  sparks over head.. I dun want my Insurance Compensation to reach my home so early..  GOD was with me on that day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To my all fellow BLR friends who follow this travel each day: "Endru Thaniyum intha Traffic Thaagam!!?? "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day b/f  yesterday my roomie was sick.. ( i blame on  weather). He was in need of my help, when I called up I promised him that I would take him to hospital at evening.. honestly I started very early from office but could reach at 8PM to my room...it was ANTs Parade.. and had no clue to curse who!! by that time his another friend took him to hospital... Travelling to office each day consumes some good enough creative time of DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life would be cool  if  Global Delivery Support Model of each IT firms shall reach at to each all IT guys room.. huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Blog panna ethetho saakku pokku) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Will continue...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112272383692581172?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112272383692581172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112272383692581172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112272383692581172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112272383692581172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/07/running-life-traffic-i-fancy-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14769073.post-112261171492333379</id><published>2005-07-29T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T12:35:14.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun kno how much I can write here and how long I can drive...  huh! Its my first time here.. first blog in life..but, writing about what? okey.. beginning of everything is small.. will write ..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14769073-112261171492333379?l=matt411really.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/feeds/112261171492333379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14769073&amp;postID=112261171492333379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112261171492333379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14769073/posts/default/112261171492333379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matt411really.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dun-kno-how-much-i-can-write-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05917757999711042422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xZ2X_CwuZtU/TIKQ8yKThTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bOD1h5pRKwM/S220/IMG_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
