<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678</id><updated>2010-01-04T04:07:24.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amar's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>My scriblings!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-4695079140028652721</id><published>2009-09-08T17:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:22:18.719+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unnai Pol Oruvan Songs Download</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/SqZFTWFCclI/AAAAAAAAAJk/S-aixkBi6_4/s1600-h/79282_Unnai%2BPol%2BOruvan%2Bmovie%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379063003587179090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/SqZFTWFCclI/AAAAAAAAAJk/S-aixkBi6_4/s400/79282_Unnai%2BPol%2BOruvan%2Bmovie%2Bphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banner – Rajkamal International and UTV Motion Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Cast – Kamal Haasan, Mohanlal, Ganesh Venkatraman, Anuja Iyer, Nassar, Lakshmi and Others…&lt;br /&gt;Director – Chakri Toleti&lt;br /&gt;Producer – Kamal Haasan and Ronnie Screwvala&lt;br /&gt;Music Composer – Shruti Haasan&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics – Kamal Haasan, Blaaze and Manushya Puthran&lt;br /&gt;Label – Think MusicYear of Release – 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/oyoiuhmkmcw/Kamal%20Hassan%20Unnai%20Pol%20Oruvan%20%282009%29%20Complete%20Songs.zip"&gt;Download the Songs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-4695079140028652721?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/4695079140028652721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=4695079140028652721&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/4695079140028652721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/4695079140028652721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/09/unnai-pol-oruvan-songs-download.html' title='Unnai Pol Oruvan Songs Download'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/SqZFTWFCclI/AAAAAAAAAJk/S-aixkBi6_4/s72-c/79282_Unnai%2BPol%2BOruvan%2Bmovie%2Bphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-8821041864823711295</id><published>2009-09-03T11:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:03:28.028+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosaiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New CM to Andhra'/><title type='text'>Rosaiah Konejeti  The New Chief Minister(CM) of Andhra Pradesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp9gF5NgGFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HU4D8hDmRwQ/s1600-h/mpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377122134476724306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp9gF5NgGFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HU4D8hDmRwQ/s400/mpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Cm has been appointed to Andhra Pradesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sri Rosaiah Konejeti ,the old Congress loyalist and the Finance minister of AP has been appointed as the new caretaker chief minister of the Andhra Pradesh.Though Rosaiah doesnt have popularity like YSR ,he is known for his experience and good administration.He is a B.com graduate from very famous Loyala college.He belongs to Ariya Vysya community who are merchants and business people.He first became MLC at 1968.He is one of the senior most members of the legislative assembly and is widely recognized as an excellent orator, financial expert and has a record of presenting the state budget for the highest number of times (13 times by 2008) by an individual.He represents Chirala Constituency in Praksam district in Andhra Pradesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-8821041864823711295?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/8821041864823711295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=8821041864823711295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/8821041864823711295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/8821041864823711295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/09/sri-rosaiah-konejeti-new-chief-minister.html' title='Rosaiah Konejeti  The New Chief Minister(CM) of Andhra Pradesh'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp9gF5NgGFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HU4D8hDmRwQ/s72-c/mpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-6350874060935593775</id><published>2009-09-03T11:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:12:42.282+05:30</updated><title type='text'>YSR dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Dr.YSR is found dead in Forests of the Kurnool district.His death is a major blow to the farmers in Andhra Pradesh.May his soul rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-6350874060935593775?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/6350874060935593775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=6350874060935593775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/6350874060935593775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/6350874060935593775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/09/ysr-dead.html' title='YSR dead'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-9125321227447183349</id><published>2009-09-03T10:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:42:32.533+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YSR'/><title type='text'>YSR's Chopper Crash landed</title><content type='html'>The helicopter which Dr.Y.S.Rajasekhara Reddy travelled crash landed near Kurnool district.The commandos are searching for YSR.It is sad that many national leaders lost their lives due to helicopter crash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-9125321227447183349?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/9125321227447183349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=9125321227447183349&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/9125321227447183349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/9125321227447183349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/09/ysrs-chopper-crash-landed.html' title='YSR&apos;s Chopper Crash landed'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-7054767938494885448</id><published>2009-09-02T15:50:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:53:53.528+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frozen Niagara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niagara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frozen Picture of Niagara'/><title type='text'>Frozen Niagara....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp5Hi43IzTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZcMZuzX_JeQ/s1600-h/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376813669831724338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp5Hi43IzTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZcMZuzX_JeQ/s400/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp5Hd-nB3gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WNuZvQZ5O1k/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376813585475427842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp5Hd-nB3gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WNuZvQZ5O1k/s400/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp5HWp36qLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/e_w9ZE2Mb5Q/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376813459650029746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp5HWp36qLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/e_w9ZE2Mb5Q/s400/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp5HRNqmnlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i-GLizO_P_g/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376813366178651730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp5HRNqmnlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i-GLizO_P_g/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-7054767938494885448?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/7054767938494885448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=7054767938494885448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/7054767938494885448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/7054767938494885448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/09/frozen-niagara.html' title='Frozen Niagara....'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/Sp5Hi43IzTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZcMZuzX_JeQ/s72-c/Picture4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-2264980985479233868</id><published>2009-09-02T15:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:47:44.484+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be Silent'/><title type='text'>Silent...A rare Gift given to you by God.....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experienced a moment in your life when you just ran out of words and you go... s i l e n t ??? Let me assist you in recalling ... ... the moment when you left your home for the first time and you look back at your parents who are worried that their son/daughter are leaving them yet happy that their child took the first step towards independence... ******************************************************************************************************************.... the moment when the girl/boy you like most.. smiled back at you! You don't say anything.. you just smile back... *************************************************************************************************** ... the moment when you get better marks than you expected... those "numb" moments of ecstasy n surprise "is that true?"... *************************************************************************************************** ... the moment when you are parting with your old friend(s) and the train has just started... and you are standing on the door of the wagon.. waving "bye-bye" with your heart beating fast ... ******************************************************************************************** ... the moment after the HR manager has just called you and told you,"You are through! Congrats!" *************************************************************************************************** ... the moment when you sit alone in your room after having told everyone that you cleared that exam you prepared for 6 months!! **************************************************************************************************** You can go on remembering your "special" moments! ******************************************************************************************I had always wondered why I never said anything to myself at those moments.. as if it was "understood"... happiness, joy, pain.. all feelings just flowed ceaselessly in the 'years' that passed in those flash moments! They say.. the best way to communicate is through "silence". Love. Joy. Grief. Surprise. Anger. Hope. Expectations. Support. ************************************************************************************************ Can you imagine the importance of a silent moment in a song?? When Bryan Adams stops for a while along with music, before he goes on in his husky voice... ... Please forgive me. I can't stop loving you! ************************************************************************Ever had those moments when you thought you were tired enough that you reach for your bed after dinner.. but find yourself wide awake looking at the roof of your room silently... ******************************************************************************************** But you sure are 'thinking'... those moments of self-talk are the most important in our lives. Those moments when we listen to our own hearts! Those promises... those decisions... those are the moments when we make our destinies! ************************************************************************************** Next time you go silent... listen carefully to what your heart is saying.. listen to its joy...listen to its pain.. listen to its fears.. listen to its desires.. Don't make it shut up and go off to sleep... LISTEN TO THAT VOICE and ACCEPT EVERYTHING IT SAYS! That voice alone can lead you to the abode of peace that your sleep lacks... peace that awaits you! Be in touch with your true self... be silent once a day , every day !! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-2264980985479233868?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/2264980985479233868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=2264980985479233868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/2264980985479233868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/2264980985479233868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/09/silenta-rare-gift-given-to-you-by-god.html' title='Silent...A rare Gift given to you by God.....'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-3734511208177343813</id><published>2009-09-02T15:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:43:45.848+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arranged Marriage'/><title type='text'>Do u need Arranged Marriage....???</title><content type='html'>The woods were lovely dark and deep. Walking slowly beside her, in thedamp mud road, was her husband whom she barely knew. He was very relaxed, happily watching a group of kids playing at a distance.Her "mehandi" was still dark and smelling fresh, reminding of theexcitements and tension 2 days back. "It cant work this way mom...please stop this", she kept telling her mother till the lastmoment,who wouldnt listen but carry on with beautifying her.She hadbeen crying all night and her make-up had to be patched up twice or thrice to hide her awkwardly swollen face.It was too late now.She had to get married "NOW" to the guy...The guy whom she had seen once and talked thrice.The guy about whom she knew nothing at all but for his name and work.Everything happened in ahurry and everthing was over before she could breathe again... herewas she with this guy, all alone in this hill station.... how can anybody send their daughter such a long distance with a stranger???"Hey look at that....!!!" he shouted in excitement... she shrugged andlooked where his finger pointed... Bright colored balloons dotted the sky. Children were jumping in joyand he seemed to be completely absorbed into it...colors are alwaysexciting...but not now.She was not with her friends, not with her team mates, not even with her parents. This was not a 3 day tour or teambuilding trip.This was her life and she has been forced to start offwith this person.Loneliness and discomfort with this stranger was sickening....She looked at him in wonder... does he even realize that he has marriedme?Does he understand that he has to love me,protect me,care for me,anew girl,a stranger,all his life?The marriage morning started like a daylight nightmare for her.Thefirst time in life she felt she should have fallen in love and thenmarried somebody. some man who she would have felt more comfortablewith, someone whom she could call by name and introduce to friends,someone whom she could trust. But marriage morning was obviously notthe time to think all these.Her parents would never have said "no" if she had declared that she was in love.But she was not emotionally attached to anybody shemet,especially guys.She was very friendly,playing,teasing, but neverhad second thought for any man around her.That brought the entire responsibility of looking for a groom on her parents' shoulders.Herparents had had a very bad time with this entire process.They startedtheir groom search with unending "&amp;amp;" operation. The concatenation of "Horoscope matching" &amp;amp; "Decent family" &amp;amp; "Good looking" &amp;amp; "Good pay" &amp;amp;"same cast" &amp;amp; so on... that always gave 0 output.Now after all that 8 months hunt,they were not ready to hear her "ifs" and "buts" for this'good guy'.She had explained to her father.She does not feel anything for this person.He is nothing more to me than any guy.Like list of names she sees in the chat rooms. Distantand usual...Her father asked her to talk to him and even meet him anddiscuss their likes and dislikes.That meeting started like theinduction programme self introduction and ended like a 3 hourseminar..She was waiting to get away from that place."So did you talkwith him?"."yes"."was he polite and decent"."yes"."Oh he got thatspecial flavoured tri-color icecream....!!!".OK.All her family andrelatives discussed...She was given the chance to "understand her life partner" and that they have understood each other "well" and she isready for the marriage now.All arrangements geared up and it was 24 days after her first meeting that she was getting married to her man... perfect match as everybodyelse described.Marriage hall was full with excited people, kids gotthe chance to play,ladies got the chance to wear the silk saree.The smell of rose and jasmine filled the hall.Different poses for thephotographer and atrificial smiles for the videos.The moment he hadtied the sacred thread was unexplainable vaccum in the head.It was over.She was his wife.Accepted by the society and law.Her proudparents were relaxed.This was their duty they had been planning tofulfill since she was born.All this crowd will fade away,leaving her to explore her new world...He pulled her hand gently to sit on the stone bench.The bench was wetand the chillness was indeed enjoyable."So what are you thinkingabout?"... that was an unexpected ball.should she reply?should she besilent?She remembered the two hour presentation she had taken lastmonth.Bold and confident, she kept answering all the queries with abroad smile.Now she remained silent."Do you know honey.... I was not for this marriage too..." Oh my God... what did i hear??? did HE tellthat or did i think aloud? what does he mean?didnt he like me?was heforced into this? He must have noticed the quizzical look on my face...with a gentle smile he continued..."I wanted to look for a girlmyself,buy her everything,care for her,argue with her,laugh and crywith her,then get married to her... Anything otherwise would be a drama. Traditional drama and i was not for it anytime. But my love formy work and also my stress would not give me time and mind to searchthat girl...When your parents talked to me 2 weeks before our marriage, about your fear of getting married,to a stranger, i couldcompletely understand your mind. I could see myself in you and thatwas the moment i decided i will marry you.There was no time to prove myself to you,make you trust me,everything happened in a hurry.Butthere was the entire life before me, to please you,to love you, tomake you trust me.This is no less than what i had dreamt,the girl i was waiting for,is you.Now tell me... will you love me???" Tears camedown her cheek.Her parents had done more than their duty.They hadfound her the perfect guy. Thank you Mom!!! Thank you Dad!!! His question remained unanswered yet both knew the answer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-3734511208177343813?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/3734511208177343813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=3734511208177343813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/3734511208177343813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/3734511208177343813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-u-need-arranged-marriage.html' title='Do u need Arranged Marriage....???'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-4437586267865130653</id><published>2009-08-10T22:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:16:19.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Launch your Own Website..Hosted by a reliable host....</title><content type='html'>Almost all companies in this world,Right from a small scale business to a large multinational business website has become a mandatory thing. We must host our website from a reliable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;webs hosting&lt;/span&gt; company,it is not easy to get a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;web hosting&lt;/span&gt; company.We need a good &lt;a href="http://webhostinggeeks.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;web hosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; consultant who reviews all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hosting companies&lt;/span&gt; and rates them. Webhosting Geeks is a great website that rates the hosts and awards them accordingly.If you are going to lauch a website,I strongly recommend you use Webhosting Geeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-4437586267865130653?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/4437586267865130653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=4437586267865130653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/4437586267865130653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/4437586267865130653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/08/launch-your-own-websitehosted-by.html' title='Launch your Own Website..Hosted by a reliable host....'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-3914476116985751474</id><published>2009-05-10T18:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:27:15.049+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Read This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt;One Night 4 college students were playing till late night and couldnot study for the test which was scheduled for the next day.In the morning they thought of a plan. They made themselves look asdirty with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said that they hadgone out to a wedding last night and on their return the tire of their carburst and they had to push the car all the way back and that they were inno condition to appear for the test.So the Dean said they could have the re-test after 3 days. Theythanked him and said they would be ready by that time.On the third day they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as this was a Special Condition Test, all four were required to sit in separateclassrooms for the test. They all agreed as they had prepared well in thelast 3 days....The Test consisted of 2 questions with a total of 100 Marks.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Below for the question Paper...........................................&lt;br /&gt;Q.1. Your Name........ ......... ......... (2 MARKS)&lt;br /&gt;Q.2.. which tire burst? (98 MARKS)a) Front Left b) Front Rightc) Back Left d) Back RightTrue story from IIT Bombay....Batch 1992&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-3914476116985751474?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/3914476116985751474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=3914476116985751474&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/3914476116985751474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/3914476116985751474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/05/read-this.html' title='Read This'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-4180124349424456144</id><published>2009-05-10T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:25:08.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Women in Your Life</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well. Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are; Who is earning almost as much as you do; One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are; One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements One, who has lived and loved her parents &amp;amp; brothers &amp;amp; sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life; One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than  you; One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities; One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met; One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important, relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some                       and trust her; One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it. But not many guys understand this...... Please appreciate "HER"                    I hope you will .... [IMAGE][IMAGE]Respect Her. Forward this to as many women as possible... they'll love you for it! Forward this to as many men as you can so that they'll know why women are so special :-) Have a wonderful day!!&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-4180124349424456144?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/4180124349424456144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=4180124349424456144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/4180124349424456144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/4180124349424456144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/05/women-in-your-life.html' title='Women in Your Life'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-6139652713208813804</id><published>2009-05-10T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:22:30.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Intresting Facts</title><content type='html'>1. If you are right handed, you will tend to chew your food on your right side. If you are left handed, you will tend to chew your food on your left side.2. If you stop getting thirsty, you need to drink more water. For when a human body is dehydrated, its thirst mechanism shuts off.3. Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.4. Your tongue is germ free only if it is pink. If it is white there is a thin film of bacteria on it.5. The Mercedes-Benz motto is “Das Beste oder Nichts” meaning “the best or nothing”. 6. The Titanic was the first ship to use the SOS signal.7. The pupil of the eye expands as much as 45 percent when a person looks at something pleasing.8. The average person who stops smoking requires one hour less sleep a night.9. Laughing lowers levels of stress hormones and strengthens the &lt;a href="http://www.hemmy.net/2006/04/30/50-interesting-facts/"&gt;immune system&lt;/a&gt;. Six-year-olds laugh an average of 300 times a day. Adults only laugh 15 to 100 times a day.10. The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear.11. Dalmatians are born without spots.12. Bats always turn left when exiting a cave.13. The ‘v’ in the name of a court case does not stand for ‘versus’, but for ‘and’ (in civil proceedings) or ‘against’ (in criminal proceedings).14. Men’s shirts have the buttons on the right, but women’s shirts have the buttons on the left.15. The owl is the only bird to drop its upper eyelid to wink. All other birds raise their lower eyelids.16. The reason honey is so easy to digest is that it’s already been digested by a bee.17. Roosters cannot crow if they cannot extend their necks.18. The color blue has a calming effect. It causes the brain to release calming hormones.19. Every time you sneeze some of your brain cells die.20. Your left lung is smaller than your right lung to make room for your heart.21. The verb “cleave” is the only English word with two synonyms which are antonyms of each other: adhere and separate.22. When you blush, the lining of your stomach also turns red.23. When hippos are upset, their sweat turns red.24. The first Harley Davidson motorcycle was built in 1903, and used a tomato can for a carburetor.25. The lion that roars in the MGM logo is named Volney.26. Google is actually the common name for a number with a million zeros.27. Switching letters is called spoonerism. For example, saying jag of Flapan, instead of flag of Japan.28. It cost 7 million dollars to build the Titanic and 200 million to make a film about it.29. The attachment of the human skin to muscles is what causes dimples.30. There are 1,792 steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower.31. The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.32. Human hair and fingernails continue to grow after death.33. It takes about 20 seconds for a red blood cell to circle the whole body.34. The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets.35. Most soccer players run 7 miles in a game.36. The only part of the body that has no blood supply is the cornea in the eye. It takes in oxygen directly from the air.37. Every day 200 million couples make love, 400,000 babies are born, and 140,000 people die.38. In most watch advertisements the time displayed on the watch is 10:10 because then the arms frame the brand of the watch (and make it look like itis smiling).39. Colgate faced big obstacle marketing toothpaste in Spanish speaking countries. Colgate translates into the command “go hang yourself.”40. The only 2 animals that can see behind itself without turning its head are the rabbit and the parrot.41. Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.42. The average person laughs 13 times a day.43. Do you know the names of the three wise monkeys? They are:Mizaru(See no evil), Mikazaru(Hear no evil), and Mazaru(Speak no evil)44. Women blink nearly twice as much as men.45. German Shepherds bite humans more than any other breed of dog.46. Large kangaroos cover more than 30 feet with each jump.47. Whip makes a cracking sound because its tip moves faster than the speed of sound.48. Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn. Suddenly the pigs, all two thousand of them, escaped through a broken fence and stampeded, trampling the two hapless protesters to death.49. If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle; if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural cause.&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-6139652713208813804?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/6139652713208813804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=6139652713208813804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/6139652713208813804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/6139652713208813804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/05/intresting-facts.html' title='Intresting Facts'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-3872678073535786045</id><published>2009-05-10T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:21:34.512+05:30</updated><title type='text'>5 Minute Management Course</title><content type='html'>Lesson 1:A man is getting into the shower just as his wife isfinishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel andruns downstairs.When she opens the door, there stands Bob,the next-door neighbour.Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800to drop that towel.'After thinking for a moment, the woman dropsher towel and stands naked in front of Bob, aftera few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.The woman wraps back up in the towel andgoes back upstairs.When she gets to the bathroom, her husbandasks, 'Who was that?''It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies.'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anythingabout the $800 he owes me?'Moral of the story:If you share critical information pertaining tocredit and risk with your shareholders in time,you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.Lesson 2:A priest offered a Nun a lift.She got in and crossed her legs, forcing hergown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly hadan accident.After controlling the car, he stealthily slidhis hand up her leg.The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'The priest removed his hand. But, changinggears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.The nun once again said, 'Father, rememberPsalm 129?'The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the fleshis weak.'Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavilyand went on her way.On his arrival at the church, the priest rushedto look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek,further up, you will find glory.'Moral of the story:If you are not well informed in your job, you mightmiss a great opportunity.Lesson 3:A sales rep, an administration clerk, and themanager are walking to lunch when they findan antique oil lamp.They rub it and a Genie comes out.The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.''Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I wantto be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, withouta care in the world.'Puff! She's gone.'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want tobe in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with mypersonal masseuse, an endless supply of PinaColadas and the love of my life.'Puff! He's gone.'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.The manager says, 'I want those two back in theoffice after lunch.'Moral of the story:Always let your boss have the first say.Lesson 4An eagle was sitting on a tree resting,doing nothing.A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him,'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'So, the rabbit sat on the ground below theeagle and rested. All of a sudden, a foxappeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.Moral of the story:To be sitting and doing nothing, you mustbe sitting very, very high up.Lesson 5A turkey was chatting with a bull.'I would love to be able to get to the top ofthat tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven'tgot the energy.''Well, why don't you nibble on some of mydroppings?' replied the bull. They're packedwith nutrients.'The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, andfound it actually gave him enough strengthto reach the lowest branch of the tree.The next day, after eating some more dung,he reached the second branch.Finally after a fourth night, the turkey wasproudly perched at the top of the tree..He was promptly spotted by a farmer, whoshot him out of the tree.Moral of the story:Bull Shit might get you to the top, but itwon't keep you there..Lesson 6A little bird was flying south for the winter.It was so cold the bird froze and fell to theground into a large field.While he was lying there, a cow came byand dropped some dung on him.As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cowdung, he began to realize how warm he was.The dung was actually thawing him out!He lays there all warm and happy, and soonbegan to sing for joy.A passing cat heard the bird singing andcame to investigate.Following the sound, the cat discoveredthe bird under the pile of cow dung, andpromptly dug him out and ate him.Morals of the story:(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is yourfriend.(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keepyour mouth shut!Congratulations!!! THIS ENDS YOUR 5 MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSEAnd send this to some bright peoplewho have enough sense of humorto take it!&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-3872678073535786045?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/3872678073535786045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=3872678073535786045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/3872678073535786045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/3872678073535786045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-minute-management-course.html' title='5 Minute Management Course'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-3530450294918753548</id><published>2009-05-10T18:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:20:24.315+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Love Story</title><content type='html'>There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying..... "Just take care of my eyes dear." i'll always love you forever..&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-3530450294918753548?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/3530450294918753548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=3530450294918753548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/3530450294918753548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/3530450294918753548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-love-story_10.html' title='Sweet Love Story'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-217563455336523295</id><published>2009-05-10T18:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:20:23.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Love Story</title><content type='html'>There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying..... "Just take care of my eyes dear." i'll always love you forever..&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-217563455336523295?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/217563455336523295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=217563455336523295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/217563455336523295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/217563455336523295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-love-story.html' title='Sweet Love Story'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-4845979807919689348</id><published>2009-05-10T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:01:17.945+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sudha and Moorthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;An excellent and Great Love Story of Narayana Murthy (Infosys Founder) and Sudha (From Sudha's Autobiography) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;An Inspiring Love story,, its worth, Read it !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love Story of Narayana Murthy (Infosys Founder) and Sudha (From Sudha's Autobiography) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;It was in Pune that I met Narayan Murty through my friend Prasanna who is now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco(TataMotors). Most of the books that Prasanna lent me had Murty's name on them which meant that I had a preconceived image of the man. Contrary to expectation, Murty was shy,bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner. I was a bit taken aback as I thought the young man was making a very fast move. I refused since I was the only girl in the group. But Murty was relentless and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at 7.30 p.m .. at Green Fields hotel on the Main Road ,Pune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;The next day I went there at 7' o ! clock since I had to go to the tailor near the hotel. And what do I see? Mr. Murty waiting in front of the hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murty maintains that I had mentioned (consciously!) that I would be going to the tailor at 7 so that I could meet him... And I maintain that I did not say any such thing consciously or unconsciously because I did not think of Murty as anything other than a friend at that stage. We have agreed to disagree on this matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murty's experiences abroad and the books that he has read. My friends insisted that Murty as trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept denying it till one fine day, after dinner Murty said, I want to tell you something. I knew this as it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4" tall. I come from a lower middle class family. I can never become rich in my life an! d I can never give you any riches. You are beautiful, bright, and intelligent and you can get anyone you want. But will you marry me? I asked Murty to give me some time for an answer. My father didn't want me to marry a wannabe politician, (a communist at that) who didn't have a steady job and wanted to build an orphanage... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;When I went to Hubli I told my parents about Murty and his proposal. My mother was positive since Murty was also from Karnataka, seemed intelligent and comes from a good family. But my father asked: What's his job, his salary, his qualifications etc? Murty was working as a research assistant and was earning less than me. He was willing to go dutch with me on our outings. My parents agreed to meet Murty in Pune on a particular day at10 a. m sharp. Murty did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of my daughter if he cannot keep an appointment, asked my father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;At 12noon Murty turned up in a bright red shirt! He had gone on work to Bombay , was stuck in a traffic jam on the ghats, so he hired a taxi(though it was very expensive for him) to meet his would-be father-in-law. Father was unimpressed. My father asked him what he wanted to become in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Murty said he wanted to become a politician in the communist party and wanted to open an orphanage. My father gave his verdict. NO. I don't want my daughter to marry somebody who wants to become a communist and then open an orphanage when he himself didn't have money to support his family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ironically, today, I have opened many orphanages something, which Murty wanted to do 25 years ago. By this time I realized I had developed a liking towards Murty which could only be termed as love. I wanted to marry Murty because he is an honest man. He proposed to me highlighting the negatives in his life.. I promised my father that I will not marry Murty without his blessings though at the same time, I cannot marry anybody else. My father said he would agree if Murty promised to take up a steady job. But Murty refused saying he will not do things in life because somebody wanted him to. So, I was caught between the two most important people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;The stalemate continued for three years during which our courtship took us to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune. In those days, Murty was always broke. Moreover, he didn't earn much to manage. Ironically today, he manages Infosys Technologies Ltd., one of the world's most reputed companies. He always owed me money. We used to go for dinner and he would say, I don't have money with me, you pay my share, I will return it to you later. For three years I maintained a book on Murty's debt to me.. No, he never returned the money and I finally tore it up after my wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;The amount was a little over Rs 4000. During this interim period Murty quit his job as research assistant and started his own software business. Now, I had to pay his salary too! Towards the late 70s computers were entering India in a big way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;During the fag end of 1977 Murty decided to take up a job as General Manager at Patni computers in Bombay .. But before he joined the company he wanted to marry me since he was to go on training to the US after joining. My father gave in as he was happy Murty had a decent job, now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;WE WERE MARRIED IN MURTY'S HOUSE IN BANGALORE ON FEBRUARY 10, 1978 WITH ONLY OUR TWO FAMILIES PRESENT.I GOT MY FIRST SILK SARI. THE WEDDING EXPENSES CAME TO ONLY RS 800 (US $17) WITH MURTY AND I POOLING IN RS 400 EACH.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;I went to the US with Murty after marriage. Murty encouraged me to see America on my own because I loved travelling. I toured America for three months on backpack and had interesting experiences which will remain fresh in my mind forever. Like the time when the New York police took me into custody because they thought I was an Italian trafficking drugs in Harlem . Or the time when I spent the night at the bottom of the Grand Canyon with an old couple. Murty panicked because he couldn't get a response from my hotel room even at midnight. He thought I was either killed or kidnapped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;IN 1981 MURTY WANTED TO START INFOSYS. HE HAD A VISION AND ZERO CAPITAL...initially I was very apprehensive about Murty getting into business. We did not have any business background ... Moreover we were living a comfortable life in Bombay with a regular pay check and I didn't want to rock the boat. But Murty was passionate about creating good quality software. I decided to support him. Typical of Murty, he just had a dream and no money. So I gave him Rs 10,000 which I had saved for a rainy day, without his knowledge and told him, This is all I have. Take it. I give you three years sabbatical leave. I will take care of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;financial needs of our house. You go and chase your dreams without any worry. But you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;have only three years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Murty and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981,with enormous interest and hard work. In 1982 I left Telco and moved to Pune with Murty. We bought a small house on loan which also became the Infosys office. I was a clerk-cum-cook-cum-programmer. I also took up a job as Senior Systems Analyst with Walchand group of Industries to support the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;In 1983 Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore . Murty moved to Bangalore and stayed with his mother while I went to Hubli to deliver my second child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was born, Murty left for the US on project work. I saw him only after a year, as I was unable to join Murty in the US because my son had infantile eczema, an allergy to vaccinations. So for more than a year I did not step outside our home for fear of my son contracting an infection. It was only after Rohan got all his vaccinations that I came to Bangalore where we rented a small house in Jayanagar and rented another house as Infosys headquarters. My father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;presented Murty a scooter to commute. I once again became a cook, programmer, clerk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;secretary, office assistant et al. Nandan Nilekani (MD of Infosys) and his wife Rohini stayed with us. While Rohini babysat my son, I wrote programs for Infosys. There was no car, no phone, and just two kids and a bunch of us working hard, juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was taking shape. It was not only me but also the wives of other partners too who gave their unstinted support. We all knew that our men were trying to build something good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;It was like a big joint family,taking care and looking out for one another. I still remember Sudha Gopalakrishna looking after my daughter Akshata with all care and love while Kumari Shibulal cooked for all of us. Murty made it very clear that it would either be me or him working at Infosys. Never the two of us together... I was involved with Infosys initially. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Nandan Nilekani suggested I should be on the Board but Murty said he did not want a husband and wife team at Infosys. I was shocked since I had the relevant experience and technical qualifications. He said, Sudha if you want to work with Infosys, I will withdraw, happily. I was pained to know that I will not be involved in the company my husband was building and that I would have to give up a job that I am qualified to do and love doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;It took me a couple of days to grasp the reason behind Murty's request..I realized that to make Infosys a success one had to give one's 100 percent. One had to be focussed on it alone with no other distractions. If the two of us had to give 100 percent to Infosys then what would happen to our home and our children? One of us had to take care of our home while the other took care of Infosys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;I opted to be a homemaker, after all Infosys was Murty's dream. It was a big sacrifice but it was one that had to be made. Even today, Murty says, Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. You are responsible for my success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;That's the Power of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Every man needs a woman to motivate him and to give him a reason to live....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-4845979807919689348?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/4845979807919689348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=4845979807919689348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/4845979807919689348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/4845979807919689348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/05/sudha-and-moorthy.html' title='Sudha and Moorthy'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-1352180020979192652</id><published>2009-05-02T11:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:30:53.972+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/SfvhY--Je1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Rwzlj_qeaPM/s1600-h/51233908989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/SfvhY--Je1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Rwzlj_qeaPM/s400/51233908989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331102403259890514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/SfvhKb15n0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/cFwLrlXNIh0/s1600-h/41233908952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/SfvhKb15n0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/cFwLrlXNIh0/s400/41233908952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331102153311887170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-1352180020979192652?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/1352180020979192652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=1352180020979192652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/1352180020979192652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/1352180020979192652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-picture.html' title='Funny Picture'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/SfvhY--Je1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Rwzlj_qeaPM/s72-c/51233908989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-2269590434254171940</id><published>2009-04-11T13:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:08:34.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IPL Matches Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first games of each day will be at 4pm and the second game will be at 8pm (IST).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full 2009 IPL Match Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 18: Opening ceremony followed by Rajasthan Royals v Royal Challengers&lt;br /&gt;              and Mumbai Indians v Chennai Super Kings (Newlands, Cape Town )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 19: Kolkata Knight Riders v Deccan Chargers (Newlands, Cape Town);&lt;br /&gt;              Delhi Daredevils vs Kings XI Punjab (Newlands, Cape Town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 20: Royal Challengers v Chennai Super Kings ( St. George's Park , Port Elizabeth )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 21: Rajasthan Royals v Mumbai Indians (Kingsmead, Durban );&lt;br /&gt;              Kolkata Knight Riders v Kings XI Punjab (Kingsmead, Durban )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 22: Delhi Daredevils v Chennai Super Kings (Kingsmead, Durban );&lt;br /&gt;              Royal Challengers v Deccan Chargers (Newlands, Cape Town )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 23: Kolkata Knight Riders v Rajasthan Royals ( St. George's Park , Port Elizabeth )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 24: Kings XI Punjab v Royal Challengers (Wanderers, Johannesburg )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 25: Kolkata Knight Riders v Chennai Super Kings (Newlands, Cape Town );&lt;br /&gt;              Deccan Chargers v Mumbai Indians (Kingsmead, Durban )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26: Rajasthan Royals v Kings XI Punjab (Newlands, Cape Town);&lt;br /&gt;              Royal Challengers v Delhi Daredevils (St. George's Park, Port Elizabeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 27: Kolkata Knight Riders v Mumbai Indians (Newlands, Cape Town );&lt;br /&gt;              Chennai Super Kings v Deccan Chargers (Kingsmead, Durban )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 28: Delhi Daredevils v Rajasthan Royals ( Supersport Park , Centurion, Pretoria )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 29: Mumbai Indians v Kings XI Punjab (Kingsmead, Durban );&lt;br /&gt;              Kolkata Knight Riders v Royal Challengers (Kingsmead, Durban )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 30: Delhi Daredevils v Deccan Chargers (Supersport Park, Centurion, Pretoria);&lt;br /&gt;              Rajasthan Royals v Chennai Super Kings (Supersport Park, Centurion, Pretoria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1:    Royal Challengers v Kings XI Punjab ( Buffalo Park , East London);&lt;br /&gt;              Mumbai Indians v Kolkata Knight Riders (Kingsmead, Durban )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2:    Rajasthan Royals v Deccan Chargers (Wanderers, Johannesburg );&lt;br /&gt;              Chennai Super Kings v Delhi Daredevils ( St. George's Park , Port Elizabeth )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 3:    Mumbai Indians v Royal Challengers (Kingsmead, Durban );&lt;br /&gt;              Kings XI Punjab v Kolkata Knight Riders ( Buffalo Park , East London )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 4:    Deccan Chargers v Chennai Super Kings ( St. George's Park , Port Elizabeth )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 5:    Delhi Daredevils v Kolkata Knight Riders (Kingsmead, Durban );&lt;br /&gt;               Kings XI Punjab v Rajasthan Royals (Kingsmead, Durban )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 6:    Mumbai Indians v Deccan Chargers ( Supersport Park , Centurion, Pretoria )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 7:    Kings XI Punjab v Chennai Super Kings ( Supersport Park , Centurion, Pretoria );&lt;br /&gt;              Royal Challengers v Rajasthan Royals ( Supersport Park , Centurion, Pretoria )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 8:    Delhi Daredevils v Mumbai Indians ( Buffalo Park , East London )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 9:    Deccan Chargers v Kings XI Punjab ( Outsurance Park , Bloemfontein );&lt;br /&gt;              Chennai Super Kings v Rajasthan Royals ( St. George's Park , Port Elizabeth )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 10:   Kolkata Knight Riders v Delhi Daredevils ( Buffalo Park , East London);&lt;br /&gt;               Royal Challengers v Mumbai Indians (Wanderers, Johannesburg )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 11:   Deccan Chargers vs Rajasthan Royals ( Outsurance Park , Bloemfontein )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 12:   Royal Challengers vs Kolkata Knight Riders ( Supersport Park , Centurion, Pretoria );&lt;br /&gt;               Kings XI Punjab v Mumbai Indians ( Supersport Park , Centurion, Pretoria )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 13:   Deccan Chargers v Delhi Daredevils (Kingsmead, Durban )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 14:   Mumbai Indians v Rajasthan Royals (Kingsmead, Durban );&lt;br /&gt;               Chennai Super Kings v Royal Challengers (Kingsmead, Durban )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 15:   Kings XI Punjab v Delhi Daredevils (De Beers Diamond, Oval, Kimberley )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 16:   Chennai Super Kings v Mumbai Indians (Wanderers, Johannesburg );&lt;br /&gt;               Deccan Chargers v Kolkata Knight Riders ( St. George's Park , Port Elizabeth )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 17:   Rajasthan Royals v Delhi Daredevils (De Beers Diamond Oval, Kimberley );&lt;br /&gt;               Kings XI Punjab v Deccan Chargers (Wanderers, Johannesburg )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18:   Chennai Super Kings v Kolkata Knight Riders ( Supersport Park , Centurion, Pretoria )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 19:   Delhi Daredevils v Royal Challengers (Wanderers, Johannesburg )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20:   Chennai Super Kings v Kings XI Punjab (Kingsmead, Durban );&lt;br /&gt;               Rajasthan Royals v Kolkata Knight Riders (Kingsmead, Durban )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 21:   Deccan Chargers v Royal Challengers ( Supersport Park , Centurion, Pretoria );&lt;br /&gt;               Mumbai Indians v Delhi Daredevils ( Supersport Park , Centurion, Pretoria )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 22:   Semifinal 1 at Supersport Park , Centurion, Pretoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 23:   Semifinal 2 at Wanderers, Johannesburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 24:   Closing ceremony followed by final (Wanderers, Johannesburg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-2269590434254171940?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/2269590434254171940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=2269590434254171940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/2269590434254171940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/2269590434254171940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipl-matches-schedule.html' title='IPL Matches Schedule'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-7755487518302265046</id><published>2009-04-11T12:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:29:11.598+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life of A Software Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt; Here i am sitting in my office @ night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed from a maverick college life to a strict professional life…...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks&lt;br /&gt;but then why does it give less happiness….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobes&lt;br /&gt;but then why are there less people to use them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger&lt;br /&gt;But then why is there less hunger…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night…&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on&lt;br /&gt;but then why are there less places to go on……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a small coffee shop changed to Cafe coffee day&lt;br /&gt;but then why does it feel like the shop is far away…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid packages&lt;br /&gt;but then why are there less calls &amp;amp; more messages……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night…&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a general class journey changed to a Flight journey&lt;br /&gt;But then why are there less vacations for enjoyment….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How an old assembled desktop changed to a new branded laptop&lt;br /&gt;but then why is there less time to put it on……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a small bunch of friends changed to office mates&lt;br /&gt;But then why do we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz.….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night…&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed….. How it changed…….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-7755487518302265046?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/7755487518302265046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=7755487518302265046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/7755487518302265046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/7755487518302265046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html' title='Life of A Software Engineer'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-5084664803573607769</id><published>2009-03-30T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:44:09.771+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weird Imagination.........</title><content type='html'>Under mentioned True Tamilians are leaving the soil of India to join their Tamil brothers &amp;amp; sisters in fight against Sri Lankan Army in forests of northern Sri Lanka today evening......1. M. Karunanidhi. 2. M K Stalin. 3. Ms Kannimozhi. 4. VAIKO. 5. Kannappan. 6. Jayalalithaa. 7. Shashikala. 8. Vijaykanth. 9. Nedumaran. 10. Seeman. 11. Bhathi Raja. 12. Thirumavalan. 13. Nakkeeran R R Gopal. 14. Rajinikanth. 15. Ramdoss. 16. Vadivelu. 17. Sathyaraj. 18. Kamal Hasan. 19. Vivek. 20. Few lawyers of the Madras High Court.All the above persoms have been granted the permission to leave the country by the Union Government of India on one condition that, their Indian citizenship will be cancelled with immidiate effect and they will never be allowed to come back on Indian soil.All the above mentioned persons have agreed to the conditions of the Union Government of India. They all have expressed their heartly desire and wish to take up arms in hands to fight together with their Tamil brothers &amp;amp; sisters in northern forests of Sri Lanka against the Sri Lankan Army to save the pride of Tamil People and Tamil Culture. All the above mentioned persons have pledged to lay their lifes and die for the great cause of Tamil People, Tamil Culture, and Tamil Elam.Good wishes for a happy journy and pleasent stay in northern forests of Sri Lanka to all above mentioned persons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-5084664803573607769?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/5084664803573607769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=5084664803573607769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/5084664803573607769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/5084664803573607769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-imagination.html' title='Weird Imagination.........'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-1663318859609543017</id><published>2009-03-30T19:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:40:47.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Save INDIA and  Millions of Indians</title><content type='html'>Read the below speech of BJP leader Varun(i wont use Gandhi...It is shame to his family)........with a heart of a muslim........Are you Going to Vote BJP????&lt;br /&gt;     This is the real face of BJP...ADVANI....MODI...... Be carefull....Vote anyone otherthan BJP...Save crores of innocent Muslims....their fate lies in your Votes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Hindus stay on this side and send the others to Pakistan.This is the Lotus hand, it will cut their throats after elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;"Go to your villages and give the call that all Hindus must unite to save this area from becoming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pakistan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pakistan"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;…" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Varun_Gandhi#cite_note-ie_hindiquotes-32"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;"Is it not true... that if (a woman) is asked her name and she says Bimla Devi, she is told we’ll see, we’ll think (about giving Government aid), give us Rs 5,000 first... But if her name is Saira Bano or whatever begum Hukum Begum... I don’t even know... These people have such scary-sounding names... Karimullah, Mazharullah... If you ever encountered them at night, you’d be scared..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a sister… there was a pamphlet with pictures of all the candidates… so this child told me, ‘I didn’t know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Osama bin Laden" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osama_bin_Laden"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Osama bin Laden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; is contesting from your area.’ I told her, ‘America couldn’t get Osama, but Varun Gandhi is going to get a lot of people after the elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;YOUR VOTE CAN Change Lives of Millions in a drastic way......Save INDIA...Dont Vote For BJP.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-1663318859609543017?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/1663318859609543017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=1663318859609543017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/1663318859609543017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/1663318859609543017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-india-and-millions-of-indians.html' title='Save INDIA and  Millions of Indians'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-6222391092801397488</id><published>2009-03-30T19:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:21:21.381+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jai Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOlcGruEZ44"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOlcGruEZ44&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see this video.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-6222391092801397488?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/6222391092801397488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=6222391092801397488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/6222391092801397488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Pictures'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/SaJgSoBrJaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xoBNJnT6aQM/s72-c/014867860.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-64889059990563965</id><published>2009-02-23T09:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:13:23.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Resul Pookutty wins Oscars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Resul Pookutty Wins Oscar Award for Sound Mixing....Mr.Resul Hails from Kollam Kerala,He is the One who has very low and modest background.It is a pride for each and evry Indian and Ofcourse the Keralites in Indian.This proves that Indian Techinicians are better than Other Countries like China and I would Compare Technicians are in par and better than Best Technicians in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-64889059990563965?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/64889059990563965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The Mozart of Madras A R Rahman wins Two Oscar Awards for Best Orginal Score  and Best Song For The movie Slum Dog millionaire.It is a matter of Pride for Each and Every Indian.It gives more pride for Tamils and Chennai.Allah Raka Rahman  introduced by Maniratnam is now at Hollywood and has won Oscars .But One thing is Sure Rahman is same as he was before Oscars.I would say that his simplicity and Humbleness made him to reach those unreachable Heights .It made Indians to Show that they are in Global stage.Though China is Competeting with India in Economy.....India is a clear winner in terms of Music which China is lagging Behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Legend said "எல்லா புகழும் ஒருவன் ஒருவனுகே ...."Ella pagazum oruvan oruvanukey " All Fame to God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-7079854033106928544?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/7079854033106928544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=7079854033106928544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/7079854033106928544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/7079854033106928544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/02/r-rahman-wins-oscar-for-slumdog.html' title='A R Rahman Wins Two Oscars for SlumDog Millionaire'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zw8px5hnC_E/SaIKLXggtGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gIx549MYGjQ/s72-c/a_r_rahman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182288216057399678.post-3806082688186634063</id><published>2009-02-20T22:34:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:49:33.888+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air attacks in Colombo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTTE attacks colombo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attacks in Colombo'/><title type='text'>Colombo was Attacked By LTTE - Air Attacks in Colombo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The LTTE bastion attacked Colombo City and the Army Head quarters in Colombo.There is no electricity in Coloumbo for tracing The LTTE ari crafts.There are reports that Even Sea Ports are attacked by the LTTE. I believe it is a major thing done By LTTE to show the world that they are Still alive.Cease Fire must come in Srilanka to avoid losses on both the sides.Political Solution will be the real solution to the Tamil eelam issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/submit?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yoursite.com%2Farticle.php%26title%3DThe%2BArticle%2BTitle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/160x30_thumb_black.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182288216057399678-3806082688186634063?l=amarnath-r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/feeds/3806082688186634063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182288216057399678&amp;postID=3806082688186634063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/3806082688186634063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182288216057399678/posts/default/3806082688186634063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarnath-r.blogspot.com/2009/02/colombo-was-attacked-by-ltte-air.html' title='Colombo was Attacked By LTTE - Air Attacks in Colombo'/><author><name>Amarnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159398792484505979</uri><email>amarnathr@engineer.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05596696782234499007'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>