<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125</id><updated>2012-01-22T06:17:23.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumi</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a nature addict and wonder on God's creation on each and everything...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114986315945297923</id><published>2006-06-09T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:35:04.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son's B'day...</title><content type='html'>June 7th was my son's B'day and we had a nice time with him.  He had gone to the school in the Morning and Evening was the celebration with a small cake cutting at home with one of our close family friends who are staying in Mumbai.  After that dinner at Hotel.  He was very much excited to be with lots of kids in the same society who wished him and he was literally feeling shy...  I dont know for what reason ?  Probably he is more thrilled on many of them wishing him, that too new...new...faces !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam also glad that Puneet has sent me his wedding invitation and unfortunately i was too late to see that message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"WISHING HIM A HAPPY MARRIED LIFE" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114986315945297923?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114986315945297923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114986315945297923' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114986315945297923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114986315945297923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-sons-bday.html' title='My Son&apos;s B&apos;day...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114744328025943007</id><published>2006-05-12T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:16:39.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iam back !</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to my blog and got settled with my house hold things and the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day i cooked South indian dishes and was content after eating those. Otherwise, daily Roti, Paratha, Rice, Dal (so called sambhar), Sweets......etc.,etc., makes my tongue longing for S.Indian dishes and iam content today after preparing on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in next post and though iam back I will be visiting my blog rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all those beautiful comments from beautiful souls !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114744328025943007?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114744328025943007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114744328025943007' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114744328025943007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114744328025943007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/05/iam-back.html' title='Iam back !'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114612456062021181</id><published>2006-04-28T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T07:20:51.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 2 more days !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Yes, just 2 more days left behind to run with my busy schedules ! Though might be feeling relieved, the sense of losing something will be there for ever ! Yes, i will be left with no salary from next month and now left with the sense of feeling that i am gonna loose one of my eyes. Though my hubby takes care of each and every need of myne, i still have a strong feeling that i should earn on my own ! Whenever i feel like buying something, i should not depend on anybody and I have never been expecting anything from my parents too after my studies, because i got a job immediately after my graduation and was with full freedom to spend or buy whatever i want ! Yeah...from next month onwards iam totally depended on my hubby to even buy a fruit or chocolate or whatever i want ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Just 2 days left, to scroll through the market road of Saidapet and the Vannandurai stretch in Besant Nagar which stinks very badly. God!! when will you show the mercy towards the fellow members of our soceity!! I have had very bad experiences passing through this stretch and pray to the almighty to take away my sense of smell rather than suffer, you know the disgusting smell of dried fish every time u breathe is a sheer torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Just 2 days left, to smile at my dear ones , to give them a warm wish, to wave at my friends, to talk to my dear ones and especially the close friends I travel with every day spending our precious time on giggling and chatting and there are times that we dont even realise that we had to get down at the station....we are ahead ! We in turn thanked those friends who have reminded us that we are nearing Sanatorium station! Many a times it was like we got down in a hurry burry and that makes me amazing on what topic we were on ! I should thank the train journey (and ofcourse the share auto &amp; bus ride too !) and was fortunate enough to have many friends though they are not very much close to me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;It is the right time for me to say that the travelling has given me a good exposure and earn lots of friends and that has even fetched me a very good business (Tupperware) too ! Sometimes, it happens that I dont go behind customers and customers are behind me for the products ! Though one of my so called friend who use to travel with me in train had ditched me by not paying the money for a product she's purchased &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;(its a different deal that i am not gonna leave her without taking the money)&lt;/span&gt;, no regrets that I have got good busines through my friends ! Its 3 months since she's dodging me and my friends literally yell at me for not being so strict with the lady. Ya...i should agree at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt; this point, I cant show my long face to my friends (not even to the so called friends) and if at all that happens, the grudge wont stay back longer ! Though I know they've ditched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;me, still if they attempt to talk, i will react the same way I was ! I dunno whether it is an advantage or disadvantage of me ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;BUT IT IS A FACT THAT IAM NOT A PERSON TO BE CHEATED BY OTHERS SO EASILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;, except being emotional !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I joined this office just 11 months back and has given me many good friends (personally as well as blog) and I do not know if I will get any like them in my future ! My previous job was more like an extension of my college days !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I am spending my last working days mailing and chatting with my friends. I am really sad that I could not bug my friends anymore like this ! Some may feel fortunate and some may feel unfortunate too ! It mayl be a bit tough to walk out of the doors for one last time, because this organisation had given me so many things except work in recent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It was like everyday when i meet friends i keep telling them that iam moving out of Chennai and the friends whom i meet regularly does do the count down part like me and says "Sumi just 2 days left" and it was then that I realised that I had so many well-wishers than I thought I had !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;while on the subject, I read this poem somewhere sometime back and I wanted to unveil my feelings for my friends here. So, I thought i would post it here, which is surely the replica of my mind !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/missing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/missing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Missing someone is terrible but it is a sweet feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;t makes you wondering if u meant anything for him/her, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;hinking if he/she ever cares about u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Rushing to the phone once it rings hoping that it's him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Looking out of the window hoping that he/she will surprise u by appearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt; downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Sitting in front of the television but thinking of him/her,missing the final episode of your favourite show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Laying on your bed, thinking of the last time u were out together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Thinking of how nice it will be to sit under the stars again, talking about everything, your dreams, plans, future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Logging on to the internet hoping to see him/her online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;When u realise that he/she isn't online and did not return your mail, u will start worrying if he/she is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Missing someone is a way of growing up i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;It exposes u to loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;It teaches u how to cope with being lonely and let u know that there is actually a feeling known as emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Sometimes it feels good to miss someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;U know that u really care and u indulge in the feeling of loving/caring for him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;But missing someone and not knowing if he/she is feeling the same is terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;U feel as if u are being left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;So if u miss someone, tell him/her and let them kn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;ow.At the same time, ask if they miss u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Don't let the feeling of missing someone become jealousy or paranoia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;If u are the one being missed and u know it, let the other party know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;If u miss him/her too, tell them. Don't let them wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;And if the one you are missing can't/doesn't reciprocate,MOVE ON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Life is short, so instead of being hurt &amp; waiting around-Move on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Believe in Urself &amp; life, there's someone out there waiting to miss U too !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/Missing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Missing.png" 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/16400125-114612456062021181?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114612456062021181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114612456062021181' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114612456062021181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114612456062021181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-2-more-days.html' title='Just 2 more days !'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114475679292748081</id><published>2006-04-11T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:32:30.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My pamperings about Chennai !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly I felt passionate about my city...CHENNAI. This embraced city of mine is always the one i love the most!! The place that taught me the values of life and I value it more than my life! It is wonderful that iam a part of it, I am so proud of it. DO YOU ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now……you may be wondering why is that iam blowing my own trumpet of Chennai !!! But then, this is the right time to tell something good about Chennai, as I will be missing this sweet Chennai within 26 days…..YES…..YES…..i am shifting to Mumbai to join my hubby. He is been there for 8 months all alone and missing Soorya as well me a lot. Despite lots of dilemma, we have decided to go to Mumbai to join my Hubby !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dears…..I am counting my days ! I really wonder…. how will I leave my Mom, Brother, In-laws, Friends and neighbors. My favorite Chennai too ! The climate here is certainly a pleasant one comparatively to other States!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been born and brought up in Chennai and it is now 31.9 years old and I am still at Chennai…. even after my married life! Wow…. my Kindergarten, Schooling, Colleging, Working, marrying etc., etc are been in Chennai and it is hard to digest that iam gonna miss my favourite Chennai on May 7th, 2006. Its really painful to say GOOD BYE….but life is like that and it needs a change ! I am content that for one reason that I am again gonna be in Chennai after 2 years or maximum by 3 years, because my hubby is transferred to Mumbai with that guarantee to be posted back in Chennai again. Let’s see and hope for the best !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favorites in Chennai are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Train jouney&lt;br /&gt;2) The Share auto’s Radio Mirchi (That is the time I watch to radios)&lt;br /&gt;3) Elliots beach @ Besant Nagar &amp; Marina beach&lt;br /&gt;4) Vishranthi - the Hot Spot &amp;amp; Murugan Idli shop @ Besant Nagar&lt;br /&gt;5) Fruit shop on Greams Road at Greams Road &amp; Besant Nagar&lt;br /&gt;6) T.Nagar (Except father and mother u get everything over there)&lt;br /&gt;7) The sea breeze that I enjoy at Marina &amp;amp; Elliots beach&lt;br /&gt;8) Last but not least – MY HOME….THE SWEET HOME…. With a small garden of my favorite choice of plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, I will be missing my friends, the hurry burry walks to catch the train, the suburban train journey, the bus ride, Chennai roads and traffic which I used to course through…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ever longing favourite is to catch up the sea breeze that sets in the evening. Man…the pleasant feeling of the breeze in the sea-shore and its the absolute relaxation that I would love to be with always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever catch with the monotonous life of Chennai for atleast 2 years. Friends do you know that, I used to get on all the modes of transport to reach my office every day (i.e) by walk (it takes atleast 20 mts if iam very fast) to railway station, then the train journey (starting from Sanatorium to guindy), from guindy again the share auto to Adyar Signal, from Adyar Signal to Besant Nagar through a Bus or Auto and again a walk ! Man….by that time I reach office….iam fully exhausted ! Many a times it is those rudest auto fellows who comes to my rescue from Adyar signal to my office at besant nagar. Though I hate the auto fellows, I love the autos for its gratitude in serving people in emergency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after these great marathons we get into the office and catch up with the work (blogs too in between). Again, the same process in the evenings. But to be sincere, I did enjoy the up and down process by making lots of friends and in particular I have got 3 or 4 close friends whom I used to meet daily. Now a days my walking mode has been reduced to some extent as two of my friends who have got bike has come to my rescue to pick me up on my way! I’ve been impressed very much about their concern on me and certainly I will miss them a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, trying to convince myself saying that the technology has improved very much and being in any city is as good as Chennai as these days where mobile, email &amp; web chatting have made sure that you never miss out your friends. Yes, I do agree that physical presence is something that cannot be replaced, but still the technology have gone a long way in bringing people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, ha…ha…yummy….yummy… no dish on earth would beat the taste of Curd Vadai, Sambar Vadai, Onion Uthappam and the curd rice that is available in Chennai restaurants !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true! U wont believe and I’ve never been out of this city, except for Andhra border ! Chennai is always My Home…Sweet Home !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had given my resignation letter to my boss yesterday and literally felt sad about this and I am sick ! Hmmm…..my days are counted ! To start with today…..it is 26 days…25 days…..24 days…….and ends up with no day left on 7th May 2006 ! I will be leaving to Mumbai on 7th may at 8.30 AM on flight with my Hubby &amp;amp; Soorya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;THE HIGHLIGHT OF THIS POST IS TO SAY ‘I MISS U YOU MY BLOG MATES AND WILL MISS UR POSTS AND COMMENTS ON REGULAR BASIS’&lt;/span&gt;. But it is definite that I cannot afford to loose this blog world and the dear ones over here. After getting into this blog, I have got many friends and ofcourse 3 or 4 turned to be my best friends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;IT IS SURE THAT I WILL MISS YOU PALS, BUT ON REGULAR BASIS ! BUT IT IS SURE THAT WHENEVER TIME PERMITS I WILL BE MEETING U WITH THE NEW POST OR ATLEAST TO READ YOUR LOVELY POSTS AND COMMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To name a few of my best friends – It is &lt;a href="http://kumarldh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kumar Chetan&lt;/a&gt; (sweetest among my blog friends), &lt;a href="http://ambatigan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gangadhar&lt;/a&gt; (lovable and caring person), &lt;a href="http://reckoninglife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashish&lt;/a&gt; (the naughtiest fellow on the earth), &lt;a href="http://matchlessgifts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Srini&lt;/a&gt; (good friend), &lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Puneet&lt;/a&gt; (who has got a good regards for me), &lt;a href="http://keshigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keshi&lt;/a&gt; (the pampering girl by one and all), &lt;a href="http://reflectionsofmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Balaji&lt;/a&gt; (whom I respect the most), &lt;a href="http://luckyammu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ammu&lt;/a&gt; (my so-called dearest sister), &lt;a href="http://ashokism.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashok&lt;/a&gt; (though I know him very recently) &amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmleml.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (though she's not in my blogroll, she's very much helpful and caring) will cherish for ever in my mind. Though I may not be regular to your blogs….i will be always thinking about u guys / gals !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I wish you Pals to be cheerful as always u do and Keep Smiling !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps. Please remember that all the regular visitors to my blog are someone special to me and i will think of you everday and will be always there in my heart !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114475679292748081?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114475679292748081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114475679292748081' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114475679292748081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114475679292748081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-pamperings-about-chennai.html' title='My pamperings about Chennai !'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114406018542908047</id><published>2006-04-03T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:25:06.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An exhilarating experience....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I sat among row upon row of proud parents in the great auditorium, watching the Chief Guest delivering her speech. It was a great pleasure watching those little tiny tots dressed up with Graduation Coat and was made to stand up in rows and I was eagerly searching for Soorya..…. But then came to know that it is only for those UKG students passing out of the Kindergarten and not for the Pre-KG ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me immense pleasure to be among so many parents and young ones. I was more excited as this is the very first entertainment occasion I’ve been attending in his school being a mother. Otherwise, I use to attend Parents-Teachers meeting and that used to be always monotonous in the morning sessions and with a hurry burry sort of approach. But, today the little ones had stage performed very well and they looked as fresh as a garden with varieties of Roses! The angels were dressed up like flowers, animals, birds, trees etc.,etc. I really wonder the real flowers may have to beg to these tiny tots for their beauty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/m3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a fact of enjoyable movement when I saw my son on stage with his cheerful face glittering – dressed up with black Jeans, White full arm shirt, a black bow, black shoes and Key board hanging in his shoulders with crossed black and white belt. As soon as 5 of his friends arrived on the stage, he was the one found very daring, enthusiastic, with non-stop smiling and hip shaking without any stage fear, when the rest seems to be with mixed emotions without any reaction. I was astonished to see his first stage performance without any fear. My brother took some photographs of him dancing and I was certainly feeling proud about my Son… MY SON…MY LOVELY LITTLE SON…..SO CUTE…SO CHARM… ITS NOW…I COULD HEAR MANY OF THESE PARENTS SAYING, ”THAT GUY SEEMS TO BE VERY SMART”. While carrying him back to the seat…. everyone was saying…Oh…is it your Son…. He did a wonderful performance! I was so thrilled and infact a proud sort of feeling! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/m2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As soon as his programme is over, I went to pick him up and all the parents were behaving very madly and were just pushing each other to collect their dear ones. I really wonder how thy parents can be so undisciplined just by pulling others to pick their children. As soon as I saw Soorya…I took over him and gave him a handshake and a kiss too! and said “My dear Soorya Kutti….you’ve done a wonderful dance with a smile and hip shake”. I saw his pair of eyes filled with joy and curiosity and his reaction was like it was an expected applause from me. He said “Mommy I’ve danced very well and done whatever my Miss said”. I said…well done and he too watched the rest of the programme sitting besides us. It was a real worth evening I have ever spent! It was a fantastically, exhilarating experience we had on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write to tell you how WONDERFUL, HAPPY and CONTENT that I am with Soorya and the progress that he made at NSN Matriculation School! I wanted him to be a bright kid, good at every subject and at extra-curricular too, especially sketching. Let’s see what is left behind him to come-up. As you probably know, education is the only hope for our country to change its status of developing country into a developed country as what &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kumarldh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chetan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; says and I want my Son to be the one luckiest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/m1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BACK TO WORK, HE WAS THE HERO OF THE EVENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people will forget what you said ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people will forget what you did ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but people will never forget how you made them feel ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114406018542908047?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114406018542908047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114406018542908047' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114406018542908047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114406018542908047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/04/exhilarating-experience.html' title='An exhilarating experience....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114344809874662620</id><published>2006-03-27T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:59:57.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to reveal ur love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is revealed to someone we love - in different ways !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My son Soorya do shower his love towards me in different ways !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/shower%20smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One among them is this : As what the doggy does with the girl !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Eventhough i shout at him when he does this, i love to receive his love through this mode ! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dog%20kiss.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dog%20kiss.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114344809874662620?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114344809874662620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114344809874662620' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114344809874662620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114344809874662620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-reveal-ur-love.html' title='How to reveal ur love ?'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114344263120254574</id><published>2006-03-27T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:09:51.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Joke...to amuse myself !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear's.....something haunting me and I want to amuse myself and find this joke a humourous one and would love to share with u guys ! 4 or 5 blog pals do know about the lingering and will let others know very shortly !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you are receiving e-mail, it's wise to remember how easily this wonderful technology can be misused, sometimes unintentionally and with serious consequences.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the case of the Illinois man who left the snow-filled streets ofChicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick e-mail. Unable to find the scrap of paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best to type it in from memory. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately, he missed one letter and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher's wife, whose husband had passed away only the day before. When the grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took onelook at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.Hearing the scream, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on thescreen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dearest Wife, Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;P.S. Sure is hot down here!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cartoon :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114344263120254574?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114344263120254574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114344263120254574' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114344263120254574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114344263120254574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/03/joketo-amuse-myself.html' title='A Joke...to amuse myself !'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114310626534521933</id><published>2006-03-23T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T02:21:29.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ex-Boss....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/boss.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/boss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I recently got a call from my Ex-boss who has really shared his thoughts with me. It reminded me in a big way that iam worth being approached by him and I knew I would be called again! It is not due to the ego or pride, but the sincerity and the affection I had on my previous job as ‘Sales coordinator”. I am excited, I should say…. I am more excited when he claims that I was performing very well in my work! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He’s very good in analyzing one’s work skill (not b’cos he praised me) and find him rewarding too at the time of “Appraisal”. Apart from being a boss, I find him sentimentally attached towards his colleagues. That’s the main reason people stick on to him… Even when I decided to leave that company….I was much worried about my boss, than my career ! I felt that he should not struggle without me and to my best possible level I had trained the person who has been appointed in my place and ensured that she is comfortable with what I’ve been doing. That is because I know he has been over loaded and highly tensed at that time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is a fact that many a times I’ve been bombarded by him, but would definitely end up learning something new from him. Though at times he may be wrong in pinpointing me for the misshapenness, but I do show my retaliation in a gentle manner…. so that he is not hurt or rather careful enough not being bombarded to the core…. Sometimes he behaves in an erratic and confusing manner (says stuff like, "I knew you would fail at that project when I gave it to you") knowingly that we would over perform the job. But after any unfair situation he again comes back to normalcy and makes us feel comfortable too…that’s the biggest advantage he’s got! He’s friendlier always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find 4 of them being appointed after I left that company since 10 months back and I find no one to get adjusted with the situation or working atmosphere or whatever it is… May be they’ve not understood my boss as what I did! He’s quite a complicated person to be understood…. but people who know him for years will never feel like leaving him even though he’s been harsh at times for silly things. BTW, I’ve been with him for 9 years and hope that I know him better than any one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find him criticizing my job…but then it shows "leadership qualities." Most of the time, he could never find anything positive to say about my work and when confronted told that type of criticism was "a motivational tool". Of course, he doesn’t say this to me…. but to others ! After all, if a person doesn't know how to do a job, the next best thing is to know how to order someone else to do it. Therein lies the road to management. Here I never mean to say that he doesn’t know the job, but even though if he doesn’t know he had an aptitude to work hard to get to know the things he doesn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for him was enjoyable! It is a fact that whoever leaves him…keeps in touch with him always and wanted to be friendly with him. His main tool to attract others is his talking skills. He is very good in convincing others! I donno about others, but I had a real pleasure working with him and the responsibilities he gave me without any second thought! That proves that iam worth to be his confidential secretary cum co-ordinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hindsight, I think the main problem with the company I left was that its strength was lying in one person to whom spy work is been done by the anti-elements. Since my own niche turned out to be a lot closer to all of the colleagues and customers, which may perhaps made them envy me and probably trying to succeed me to make them best fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received an job offer as Secretary to CMD from a revival company, I accepted it with confidence, satisfied because I’ve been approached by the company 4/5 times and I thought instead of joining a company which I crave, better to stick on with the company who needs my service. I sincerely thought that I should ensure my skills to make the company grow as well to be an asset of it. In turn, I find I’ve been miscalculated than they originally seemed. Taking the new job was not in fact a noticeable sacrifice of salary, but the benefits, which I lack, that I used to get in my previous job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this quote in some one’s space : "People don't leave bad companies. They leave bad bosses." But it is contrary in my side; I never left a company for it is bad or my boss, but it is due to the timings and of course a backstabbing incidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I am here to share that my ex-boss was good enough and I keep telling this even to my colleagues now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/g.boss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Telekonnectors” was really a step stone for me and the tenure of 9 years experience with them has helped me a lot to improve my career skills as well as to know the human psychology.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/16400125-114310626534521933?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114310626534521933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114310626534521933' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114310626534521933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114310626534521933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-ex-boss.html' title='My Ex-Boss....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114257631953825802</id><published>2006-03-17T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:23:33.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright &amp; Beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/colourful%20flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/colourful%20flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All things bright and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;The lord God made them all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW, anybody knows the name of this flower !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wanted to have this in my garden !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114257631953825802?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114257631953825802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114257631953825802' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114257631953825802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114257631953825802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/03/bright-beautiful.html' title='Bright &amp; Beautiful...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114231398024511202</id><published>2006-03-14T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:24:58.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/152.jpg" 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/16400125-114231398024511202?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114231398024511202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114231398024511202' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114231398024511202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114231398024511202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/03/alas.html' title='Alas !'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114231189587086670</id><published>2006-03-14T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:25:26.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Art.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;These Pictures were made of Oranges and it is amazing ! This was sent to me by &lt;a href="http://reckoninglife.blogspot.com"&gt;Ashish&lt;/a&gt;. He has sent me 5, out of which I feel these two are more attractive and have been worked minutely !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/pic16941.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/pic16941.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/pic27350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/pic27350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope all my friends too enjoy seeing this !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114231189587086670?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114231189587086670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114231189587086670' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114231189587086670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114231189587086670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/03/orange-art.html' title='Orange Art.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114121416830662846</id><published>2006-03-01T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:08:17.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless night, but relaxed Morning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I received a call from a special someone yesterday. He is known to me quite some time, but first time I had talked to him and it was thrilling listening to his voice. Hey, I should say his voice is manly and I thought of a remote chance for him to posses such a manly voice, b’cos he looks so soft and tender. When I expressed him, he said “myne sounds like a donkey voice”. I was just laughing…laughing…. not even realizing that Iam on Bus and got back myself when a guy just turned towards me to look at me. Then I felt, Oh….God…almost all of them are just looking at me ! Though it was a short conversation, it was lively and cheerful !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BTW, I went for shopping with my sis-in-law and came back at 9.30 PM and caught up with the routine works. After my son’s sleep (by that time it was 11.30 PM ) I tried to make myself sleep, but I could not sleep, I donno why ? I was rolling..rolling..left and right, but ensured that my son is not disturbed. But when I woke up, I realized I dozed off unknowingly. I got up to attend the nature’s call. When I turned on the tap, nothing was coming out, except the air. It took sometime for me to realize that I need to switch on the Motor to fill the tank. Then, I thought I’ll have a short nap in-between, but then I realized it was not a short nap, but a sound sleep when my Mobile ranged at 4.00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my surprise, my brother-in-law’s name was displayed and with bit confusion I said “hello” and he told me that he could hear some water dripping sound. Alas! I smelt that I’ve never switched off the Motor. I was feeling bad about myself in wasting so much of water, above that, worried about the plants that were floating in the water. Right from that time, I was restless and could not continue my sleep. Like a ghost, I was awake thinking what to do ? I went upstairs to check for the water logging, but cool it was getting drained and then did some clothing arrangement in the almirah. Then boiled milk for my son, made some idlis, rice, and bitter gourd. Then it was the early morning dim light started coming up and I cleaned the front house and had put a big Kolam. Had a cool walk in the upstairs enjoying the early morning fresh air. It was long time since, iam enjoying the dawn! By that time, I could see all the water logging was absorbed and my plants were looking so cute ! It was nice being so leisure in the morning, b’cos I always look tensed in the morning hours doing multi-tasking job. Today I was peaceful and managed to come to my office on time, as NSN Matriculation also declared holiday to Soorya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114121416830662846?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114121416830662846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114121416830662846' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114121416830662846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114121416830662846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/03/restless-night-but-relaxed-morning.html' title='Restless night, but relaxed Morning....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114076576646156661</id><published>2006-02-28T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:24:29.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sick !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I had checked my mails this morning, this was the first mail I saw and was totally upset and I am sick ! I am sick! I am sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes way beyond my feeling of sympathy. I wish I could take on their pain emotionally or physically. A deep feeling that kills my mood is the starvation that killed those innocent lives !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get there by thinking about how their parents would — will — react to their deaths ! That too starving! It is crueler than any other sort of death! Even my enemies should not stuck with this kind of sufferings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These really reminded me of those Sudan famines during 1980’s and the BBC telecasting thousands of their life's misery. Pictures of thin people with very little to eat and sometimes nothing to eat. That is an evil recipe of war, drought, displacement, disease which has brought the people to their knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/SS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/SS1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/ss2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/ss3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Will anybody waste their food after seeing this ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114076576646156661?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114076576646156661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114076576646156661' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114076576646156661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114076576646156661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-sick.html' title='I am sick !'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114069337030733838</id><published>2006-02-23T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T07:26:08.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karunanidhi vs. Anniyan</title><content type='html'>If Mr Karunanidhi would have been the hero in Anniyan film, how will he look like ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Karu_remo%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(received through a forwarded mail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114069337030733838?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114069337030733838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114069337030733838' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114069337030733838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114069337030733838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/02/karunanidhi-vs-anniyan.html' title='Karunanidhi vs. Anniyan'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-114024766194171241</id><published>2006-02-18T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:31:35.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to my friend !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My hearty congratulations to my friend on the occassion of his promotion as a father to the sweetest baby boy. The photograph is downloaded here. Have a look, how chubby chubby he is ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/gbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/gbab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He was born on Valentine's day, the 14th February and hope that he is going to become a big hero to attract many V's to celebrate the occasion clubbed with his B'day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-114024766194171241?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/114024766194171241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=114024766194171241' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114024766194171241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/114024766194171241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/02/congrats-to-my-friend.html' title='Congrats to my friend !'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113989423282770915</id><published>2006-02-14T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:41:55.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing u all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I KNOW MANY OF OUR FRIENDS WILL BE TOO BUSY ON THIS DAY ENJOYING WITH THEIR BELOVED ONES AND HERE'S WISHING YOU ALL !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/val.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE'S THE WISH TO MY SPECIAL ONE !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/HVD.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113989423282770915?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113989423282770915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113989423282770915' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113989423282770915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113989423282770915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/02/wishing-u-all.html' title='Wishing u all...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113888138946347325</id><published>2006-02-02T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:33:22.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be busy for another 1 week due to official &amp;amp; personal reasons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bear with me or rather feel happy !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;See U until then !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bye !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113888138946347325?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113888138946347325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113888138946347325' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113888138946347325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113888138946347325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/02/break.html' title='Break...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113842961294234624</id><published>2006-01-31T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T07:32:49.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let my Dreams come true.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/f6.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/f6.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/f4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/f4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday night, I had a dream, which I would like to share with all my friends. I was sitting in a garden where varieties of multi color Roses are available. Myself, Hus &amp; Soorya is enjoying playing there and no doubts; I indulged very less in play, but sat besides the roses and enjoyed the beauty. All other unique flowers and plants do I find there which is very attractive and most of the ones are those I have never seen in my lifetime. The happiness I had was just unimaginable and felt like possessing the whole of the garden. I moved from one flower to the other attracted by their colors and suddenly saw a big Jasmine creeper adored with lots of Jasmines. It was like the white stars thrown out in the night garden. It was sparkling in the night and the angel white flowers were amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/f1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/f1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/f5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/f5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever experience I had in my dream was entirely seems to be happening real. I can’t recall most of the dreams that I come across, but this one is still evergreen in my mind and felt like the environment was real. The pleasant memories of the dream just pass through my mind with a sweet melancholy. I feel like humming “Poova poova poova poova poovee” (the one Jyothika sings and dances in a beautiful garden) and go round the garden once again. Will I get the dream once again; because I know I can’t own such a beautiful garden in my life!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/flowers1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/flowers1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/flowers2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/flowers2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Probably the dream is the outcome of my craze to towards lovely garden with lots of plants with colorful flowers. I must say, Iam greedy enough in owning lots and lots and lots of plants...But unfortunately, I don’t have that much of space to have a big garden, I’ve managed to buy some plants and potted it. I love being with flowers and plants. I wonder gazing at each and every flower that I see! God is great is creating such nice beauties. Each one is unique in its beauty, aroma and fragrance.... Coming to the color contrast, Iam dumb found, how god have created such lovely flowers with stunning colors! It is an endless illusion when I think of flowers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/flowerpurple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/flowerpurple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/flowerorange.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/flowerorange.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/flowerblue.0.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/flowerblue.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/flowerpurple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have got Roses in White, Rose &amp; Yellow colors. I water the plants everyday and watch its growth every day. Slowly it started budding and I was pride and happy in seeing those rose buds. I have 3 or 4 buds in pipeline and already 4 roses (3 rose color &amp;amp; 1 white) have bloom and Iam handling it very carefully while watering. I preserve it like a treasure! It’s my own treasure! I kissed my first rose and sat besides to watch its beauty...Come on...My words are lost somewhere... So much of beauty it posses! Extremely gorgeous look! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/pinky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sis-in-law says, why can't you keep those flowers on your head, but I don’t feel like plucking and pity for those. If I pluck it, it will last only for 1 day, but if it is there in my plant, I would live at least a week. I watch each and every morning right from budding and now another 4 or 5 buds are getting matured to expose its beauty. Normally I don’t concentrate on anything in the morning hours, as I will be multi tasking, in spite of that busy schedule, now a days I allocate sometime to watch the plants and flowers. It is now I have 4 roses, 4 Jasmine varieties and 3 Hibiscus and 1 Vrutchi flower plants in my house. Only the roses are in pots and the rest are in mud floor. I pray to God, nobody plucks the flower, as it would break my heart into pieces! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note : On Sunday the 29th, I've bought another 5 rose plants and the one 'Orange' which I was most attracted was taken by my Sis-in-law. When she asked for it, i can't say 'No', but no regrets, hope that I will get the same colour next time ! The rest of the 4 plants are yet to potted. Yesterday, i've got the pots, but without mud.  Hmm...I should plant those within 2 days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113842961294234624?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113842961294234624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113842961294234624' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113842961294234624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113842961294234624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-my-dreams-come-true.html' title='Let my Dreams come true.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113817183514661214</id><published>2006-01-25T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T07:36:16.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My babe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a Baby Girl, which I sketched from a Newspaper yesterday. I was free yesterday as my Boss was not in station and hopefully everyone likes this !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113817183514661214?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113817183514661214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113817183514661214' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113817183514661214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113817183514661214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-babe.html' title='My babe...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113816953875862876</id><published>2006-01-25T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:13:50.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweety...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here is my Son Soorya. This for those friends who wanted to see my son. This photograph was taken in my in-laws corridor. The house which is seen in the back is ours which was under construction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This was taken 6 months back and he is posing for a click. He is very much interested in being clicked and he use to say "Ticki eduma" whenever he wants to be captured. He loves posing for the photograph and very much dress conscious. He always prefer to wear Jeans. All his Trousers and shots are just lying in shelf to be used only as night wears. I have told him that if he wears pant overnight then his blood will clot on showing the mark of the elastic in his waist after he removes his pants. Then he believed what I said, and now-a-days he himself come forward to change his pants in the night and get on with Half trousers or shots. His dresses are getting piled up day by day as he is very fond of dresses. You know, he is very beauty conscious too.... Hmmm.... his father buy dresses for him not 1/2, but in lots ! After dressing, he wants to see himelf in the mirror and feels shy when I admire him watching the mirror. He wants me to get away during that session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113816953875862876?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113816953875862876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113816953875862876' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113816953875862876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113816953875862876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-sweety.html' title='My Sweety...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113773426122123597</id><published>2006-01-20T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:22:51.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My perfect lover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gangadhar has tagged me and I feel happy about this subject. I hope, no one regrets to go-ahead with this topic. Here is my view about love and the tagging part of my perfect lover !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/th_glitter_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Love is a spirit unique to themselves&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a blood that runs throughout the body.&lt;br /&gt;Love is certainly undeniable&lt;br /&gt;Love takes a lifetime to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Face is the index of our mind and Love is the index of our soul !&lt;br /&gt;One who doesn’t love = a dead soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target: Male&lt;br /&gt;My perfect lover should be: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/BeachSunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone who makes me smile with his sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Someone who tender caress me and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Someone who walk beside me on the beach holding my hands&lt;br /&gt;Someone who fight and argue with me and then end up making passionate love&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cajoles me when I am dejected&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can enjoy even the simple things in life&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has unmatched understanding and trust on me&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can be my lover, husband and a best friend&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the other eight people who should do this :&lt;br /&gt;1. Kumar Chetan&lt;br /&gt;2. Krish&lt;br /&gt;3. Keshi&lt;br /&gt;4. Divya Madhur&lt;br /&gt;5. Deepa&lt;br /&gt;6. Balaji&lt;br /&gt;7. Puneet&lt;br /&gt;8. Ammu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rules :&lt;br /&gt;The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;Need to mention the sex of the target.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113773426122123597?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113773426122123597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113773426122123597' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113773426122123597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113773426122123597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-perfect-lover.html' title='My perfect lover...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113757742746044735</id><published>2006-01-18T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T07:40:06.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Kavithai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the tamil kavithai, I found written on the compartment I travelled yesterday and our comments (my friends) are mentioned in the bracket. It was so good and I liked it. Sorry for those bloggers who can't read / understand Tamiz !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;En manadhil ni illai ena azhugiraai !&lt;br /&gt;en manamee ennidam illai&lt;br /&gt;ithai yaaridam solli azhuvathu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;என் மனதில் நி இல்லை என அழுகிராய் !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;என் மனமே என்னிடம் இல்லை &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;இதை யாரிடம் சொல்லி அழுவது !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(இவன் வேரு யாரையாவது காதலிக்கின்ரானோ ? பாவம் அந்த காதலி !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enru enakku tharapokiraai irumutham !&lt;br /&gt;Andru thaan enakku theliyum pitham !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;என்ரு எனக்கு தரப்போகிராய் இருமுத்தம் !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;அன்ருதான் எனக்கு தெலியும் பித்தம் !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(டி ராஜேன்தர் என்ரு நினைப்பு !)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oru kodiyil - Iru malargal : Unathu Kangal ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ஒரு கொடியில் - இரு மலர்கல் : உனது கன்கல் !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(அர்புதம் !)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113757742746044735?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113757742746044735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113757742746044735' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113757742746044735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113757742746044735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/01/train-kavithai.html' title='Train Kavithai...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113715044787873960</id><published>2006-01-13T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:09:32.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pongal Wishes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WISHING YOU ALL A HAPPY PONGAL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/pongal-offering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/pongal-offering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/pongal-bull-fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/pongal-bull-fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right from November, we get some or the other occassion to be wished to each other.  Ofcourse, for Tamilians, it is a great occassion and I take pleasure in greetings others that makes me feel happy too...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going to put a colourful Rangoli today in the late night in front of my house.  Normally, the rangoli we put on Pongal day with lots of colours will stretch upto 2/3 days.  As it consumes lots of our effort in designing, colouring and so on....we don't feel like destroying the beauty in one day.  So, as usual Iam planning to safeguard my Rangoli atleast for 2 days, but really scared on thinking my Son...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see, whether I could keep it up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113715044787873960?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113715044787873960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113715044787873960' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113715044787873960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113715044787873960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/01/pongal-wishes.html' title='Pongal Wishes....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113714210516508865</id><published>2006-01-13T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T07:55:18.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's, Today &amp; Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My TV watching these days are clubbed with my work and I don't sit dedicatedly to watch TV serials. Previously I used to watch the whole serials that is telecasted between 9 to 11 and now set a time frame for myself to watch only those 3 serials, 1) Ithu Oru Kaadal Kathai in VIJAY(8.30 PM), Kolangal and Selvi in SUN TV(bet 9 to 10 PM). Very rarely I sit in front and watch TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday, I desperately needed to watch those serials without involving in other works, as I was not feeling well. I sit to watch for Kolangal and to my surprise I could only find the serial telecasted for a maximum of 10 to 12 minutes, but the rest of the half-an hour was occupied by the Ads. Though I know Sun TV is famous for Ads, Ads and Ads only.. but could not resist blowing out myself and definitely could not follow the story behind it as the ads were playing the main role. I've found these advertisements do take a vital role even on the days when the whole nation is stuck with tragedies like Tsunami, Mumbai rainfall disaster etc. I apologise for this frustration I've got for Sun TV and the people who are mad about it. I wanted to get rid of the irritation I faced last night and kept changing the channels and almost all channels are flooded with Ads and my census found out that Sun TV is the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I was writing this some old memories flashed... and ofcourse came along was a smile. I remember those childhood days...when we do not own a TV, we use to finish off our homeworks early and get ready for the show at neighbour's house. We will find some reason or other like, "Ma, I want to borrow a book from her", "I've forget to take my pencil from her", "She asked me for a rubber" and so on... to escape from the parents eye. The famous programmes we watch those days are "Oliyum Oliyum" and the most favourite is the "Sunday Movie". Serials in particular like Baby Shalini's serial they used to telecast with one Banjo character of Computer Man, I am not getting the exact name of the serial. My mother is against us watching TV in neighbours house, but we somehow satisfy them to catch up with the week end programmes telling the genuine reason. Our rental house where we stayed was like a colony and say around 10 tenants were there and 2 or 3 houses only had TV's and we are choosy to one house where we were allowed to see with no time bar. At times, we may also have to occupy their bed room &lt;/strong&gt;(due to over population)&lt;strong&gt; which is an extension of their hall. Though we feel guilty in sitting there, but no choice as TV watching is the main thing we had it in our mind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I think of those habits of TV addiction to the core of watching it at any cost in neighbours house, I feel odd, though I know it's a kiddies crazy ! There were at times, when the people are on tour or vacation where we watch TV regularly, we struggle a lot and opted for someother house by paying money like 50 Ps. or 1 Rupee. Now, I really wonder, how people are so mean minded in collecting money to watch TV ! Unfortunately, when no other choice is left we tend to go there. Its so funny to think on the situations when our parents did not allow to watch TV, then my words fall short to describe the emotions we faced... Especially when Rajini &amp;amp; Sridevi movie is telecasted, I want to occupy the 1st row and I'am a big fan of them right from my younger days ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d188/susubala/cutelilgurl0tz.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those days are care free and I want to be a cute little girl again. But even if I pay all the fortune in the world, I know, I'll never regain that glorious time back. Though whatever we did those days are quite silly, but when we think about it, its too funny ! But it is fair to hold those feelings... and how long can I hold such feelings...definitely till I die !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sincerely, what I feel now is below for all of you, that brings a smile to my face :-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special memories of all the yesterdays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bright today with much to be thankful for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A path that leads to beautiful tomorrows...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113714210516508865?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113714210516508865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113714210516508865' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113714210516508865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113714210516508865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterdays-today-tomorrow_13.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s, Today &amp; Tomorrow...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113644436061185049</id><published>2006-01-05T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T07:54:30.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great relief.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Son always makes a big fuss in eating his breakfast before school. Otherwise, lunch and dinner is OK. Now-a-days his eating habits have improved to a great extent. I always compensate him with some natural fruits and I also feel comfortable and self-content that I’ve fed him with some nutritious ones. My preference would be always for Banana’s or Apples, which is stomach filling as well healthier too. But my MIL says that, Green Bananas are not supposed to be given, but I also feed him that, as he should not develop a sort of allergic feeling towards that fruit. For that matter, I never restrict him in eating any natural fruits, but with limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is not eating properly, I use to tell him that I am going to complain about your poor eating habits to your class teacher, then he attempts to finish a reasonable quantity. As soon as he finishes, I convince him by calling &lt;/strong&gt;(to act as if calling)&lt;strong&gt; his teacher over phone and tells her that he has finished his share and in return conveys him that she has told that “Surya is a good boy”, then he feels proud and happy about it. Now-a-days he started telling me after his food, to call his teacher to say that he has finished his share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also refer 'Baby Hanuman' to make him eat or if he does something wrong. I tell him that I will call Baby Hanuman if u r doing wrong, then he will say No…No….don’t call…. He is bit scary with Baby Hanuman when he does something wrong or injustice, but he love him too and wants to play and chat with him. We make him talk over phone with B.Hanuman&lt;/strong&gt; (My husband takes the role of B.Hanuman by changing his voice)&lt;strong&gt; and he talks lots and lots with him and wants him to join his play and calls him for a shopping. It would be real fun listening to what he talks! It is more sensible too and I admire him talking with so much of maturity and obliging when he talks with Bigger Hanuman&lt;/strong&gt; (quote - Vaanga, Ponga) &lt;strong&gt;and friendly in talking with Baby Hanuman&lt;/strong&gt; (quote - Variyaa Poriya). &lt;strong&gt;Its again the mimicry part of my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ensure to feed him personally, particularly the dinnertime, because I miss his lunch. For the past 1 or 2 weeks, it is not a big deal to make him eat, he eats with liking. I pray to God to sustain his craving for eating. The only problem with him is, he never eats curd. Right from the young age, he hates curd. I don’t know how to make him take that. Any suggestions from my friend are welcome. Iam going to try it in an Ice-cream cup in Lassi format, hopefully he likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He behaves so well when we take him to hotels. He eats gently with the spoon and not with too much of mess-up. He prefers the systematic food of Soup 1st and then the dinner and lastly to go with Ice-cream. Sometimes, we try to skip the Ice-cream and get him fresh juice. His favourtie food is Briyani varieties and he loves to eat them. It long time since I had not taken him to Hotel. I am planning to take him tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113644436061185049?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113644436061185049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113644436061185049' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113644436061185049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113644436061185049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-relief.html' title='Great relief.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113601375789674749</id><published>2005-12-31T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T22:52:57.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colourful wishes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only flower that suits all the occasions - "IT IS ROSE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose has got different colour, style, aroma and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Roses for those you love the most and they will definitely get the echo of the voice of your wishes..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow, is the NEW YEAR, and I want to be as fresh as these Roses the whole long year through..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wish you all too.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dark%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/lav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/mustard%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/lavender%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/orange%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/grey%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/rose%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/light%20pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/purple%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/green%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/yellow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/coral%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/bluerose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/blue_rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/white%20rose.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113601375789674749?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113601375789674749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113601375789674749' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113601375789674749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113601375789674749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/colourful-wishes.html' title='Colourful wishes....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113567995689344153</id><published>2005-12-27T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:58:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely software...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brother-in-law was mentioning about Jambav.com, a learning software, meant for children. He wanted me to show this site to my Son and I tried 2/3 days back, but failed to open. But today, when I tried, it was really a fantastic and fun filled software !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is a lovely software designed for Kids and definitely kids would love to learn &amp; play with this software. Hopefully, they can improve their IQ also. The Jambav, which is portrayed is lovely and looks so cute. I assure, if you see the Jambav, you too will like it !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I suggest, all parents to show this software to their children. Sure that any dull student also would love learning in such an entertaining manner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please do try and let me know, whether you liked it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/400/Jambav.png" 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/16400125-113567995689344153?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113567995689344153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113567995689344153' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113567995689344153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113567995689344153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/lovely-software.html' title='Lovely software...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113524100224238390</id><published>2005-12-27T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T08:00:18.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR WISHES....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAI...FRIENDS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/crazymouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/FRIEND.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WISHING YOU ALL A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/hny.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/3roses.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;COME ON....GO AHEAD....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WITH YOUR NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/resolution.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AND HAVE LOADS OF FUN....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dancing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BE HAPPY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/singing.0.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE HAPPY, IN WHATEVER WAY YOU WANT !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/santa%20squinting.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;LIKE THIS HAPPY MAN FOR EVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113524100224238390?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113524100224238390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113524100224238390' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113524100224238390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113524100224238390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-wishes.html' title='NEW YEAR WISHES....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113557426925827665</id><published>2005-12-26T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:11:52.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep condolence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/tsu%20in%20china.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It is today the 26th December, (2005) the Tsunami death all over the Asian countries have taken many of their lives within seconds which gave them no room to even think what they should do next. The sea just swallowed many of their lives and the death count raised to thousands….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For years, I had seen numbers as just numbers. However, the number of deaths to be is no longer a measure of damage done by Tsunami, but the extent of sufferings for those who lost their loved ones. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At one point in my life, one of my close friends passed away in an accident. The pain I had to suffer was enormous then. Seeing the intense grief suffered by affected people in the Tsunami, I was torn apart deep inside me. The kids, the aged, the young men and women who left besides rest of their kith and kins and their sufferings shown in the TV everyday was just unforgettable…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pray for the dead to be in peace and the survivors to be safe and to be able to get back on their feet soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also remember the previous day, (i.e) on 25th Dec, 2005 - myself, my kid, inlaws daughter and my mom had been to coastal areas like Tiruvanmiyur beach, Besant nagar Beach, Temples etc., on an refreshing trip. It had been long since, I had not gone anywhere and just for time pass we had been there and the next day Morning, when we came to know about the incidence, I was totally with a nervous outlook and my heart pumped with extra flow of blood and filled with uncolourful thoughts…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/tsunamipeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113557426925827665?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113557426925827665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113557426925827665' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113557426925827665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113557426925827665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/deep-condolence.html' title='Deep condolence...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113524255046085403</id><published>2005-12-22T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:10:01.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS WISHES....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/part,%20celeb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WISH YOU ALL A HAPPY &amp; WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS...&lt;br /&gt;FILLED WITH JOY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/stage%20perf.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DECORATE YOUR HOUSES WITH TREES &amp; LIGHTS... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EXPECTING YOUR SANTA'S VISIT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/DECORATE.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE IS THE SANTA... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/HERE.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH LOADS OF GIFTS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/santa_image.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHARE THOSE WITH ALL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/GIFTS.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY, VISITING YOUR NEIGHBOURS, RELATRIVES &amp; FREINDS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/OUTING.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEER UP WITH PARTIES &amp; CELEBRATIONS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/PARTY.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ROCKING, SINGING, DANCING....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/rocking.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/sing.0.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dance.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND MAKE OTHERS HAPPY TOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/SANTA1.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/16400125-113524255046085403?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113524255046085403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113524255046085403' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113524255046085403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113524255046085403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-wishes.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS WISHES....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113507913030512605</id><published>2005-12-20T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:04:48.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Multiple personality disorder (MPD) is a psychiatric disorder characterized by having at least one "alter" personality that controls behavior. The "alters" are said to occur spontaneously and involuntarily, and function more or less independently of each other. The unity of consciousness, by which we identify our selves, is said to be absent in MPD”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that several thousand identities dwelling in one person at times and no census to account it. Above all each and every person has this MPD, probably the variation between each other or the level of degree might vary from minimal to maximum. Any human being with minimal degree is said to be normal and maximum level termed as MPD, according to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that those people who experiences past lives under hypnosis are said to be real MPD. But, I have seen many people behave as if their bodies have been invaded by numerous entities or personalities, but not really so. One side, they act as if they are true and loyal and the other part would literally be on contrary. It is really interesting to know about one’s mind and soul (but sure no one could trace anybody’s mind fully), who acts to be very loyal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that matter, even estimating our own thoughts, behaviour and understanding aspects of our own psyche at times differ from our notion. I find similar quandries, feelings of loss,etc., in various stages of my own life. There are times when it has seemed that I've been on the verge of a major change, may be positive or negative, I've realised that all sides of my personality are ready for such a change and could definitely overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find something unique that I realized for the first time today. Even when we talk something sensible, others find it rubbish and yell at us. It seems that one should not suggest anything from their mind which is natural (probably the situation turns like what happened to Khusboo when her personal views were published), then the situation turns bad and people categorise them as a specimen. Very few analyse others point of view, rather many getting pissed off….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we watch a movie which makes us teary eyed, that may seems to be foolish for others !!! But, when the same situation occurs to them personally, probably then they realise the deep sense behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People really find it hard to trace out their own personality struggling to realize what is going on and whether they are in the right move… People just behave so kind in front of others and just stab behind when opportunity comes. This also can be termed as MPD according to me. I have met several such people in my life time and very much experienced in my past and experiencing it as well….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubts about multiples, because I see it every day. My view is all men and women are multiples to certain degree, which is under controllable. Under uncontrollable situation they become MPD. Here the MPD doesn’t mean the actual medical term of MPD, but the practical psychology of human beings. It is not truly diagnosable until death…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply to put it, a drug abuse or alcohol abuse may lose touch with reality temporarily, but that will manifest them in later stage. This disease is judged by the mental functions of the brain…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such nice, sensitive, family oriented, loving character too may alter at times, because the humans cannot willfully control the coming and going of alters as we are not alienated in this world, after all we are born and made to live as part and parcel of this society. We, human beings are intact with MPD, but vary in different degrees…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I am sure that there are no scientific evidence to show that our physical activities differ from our attitude, if one such instrument is going to exist in this world, then probably most of us will be kind of MPD. If you keenly watch a person for months together, you can identify their split personality at certain level. People who are capable to analyse, please go ahead and don’t get into contrary and rather cultivate “Mind your own business” attitude. Anyway, we still have so much to learn about each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...am I feeling sulky right from the Morning, I don’t know why !!! Probably iam facing some kind of mood disorder (Come on, not mental disorder, yeah !) because my symptoms keep changing. I know Iam over sensitive on sentimental issues, probably that is the reason of my mood disorder. However, after such a detailed post, I feel like I can conquer the world and are clear with my thoughts and action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-content and happiness can be psychological or physiological conditions, or a combination of the two, as I understand it. Why should I am intact with what others believe or say so ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still attempting a diagnostic on my own mental illness, but I am quite lucid upon reflection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I wont find much of audience for this post, but still the words are there in black and white, which is the replica of my present state of mind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After letting my thoughts to others - Now, I'm out. I'm free. I'm Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113507913030512605?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113507913030512605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113507913030512605' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113507913030512605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113507913030512605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/multiple-personality-disorder-mpd.html' title='Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD)'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113498441134523301</id><published>2005-12-19T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T07:14:01.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/smile.0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my friend’s Sister who had come from US has been telling that she was feeling like a hell missing out our traditional South Indian foods over there. She had gone there on a project work and right back now enjoying the full south Indian meals of her mother’s preparation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, it is true that, especially for Indians, any variety of dishes in this world cannot fulfill our tasty buds without our traditional Sambar, Moorkuzhambu, Rasam &amp; Curd rice of south Indian origin. It cannot be compared with any variety of dishes in this world!!! The general view of people is, the Indian foods are Spicy, but they don’t understand that its all depends on the dish we select and of course whether it is Spicy or Non spicy, the ingredients are always fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh… its time for my Tea and while on the post, I just want to munch some of those yummy snacks, a yummy treat for those taste buds! It’s again our traditional Vegetable Samosa’s, are very very yummy, and not bland at all with any stuff, especially with the mixed vegetables. It was this time, yesterday, I prepared myself and the whole of our family enjoyed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/smile.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/samosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However tasty though, we prepare, still I find those bought on the outlets (what we call it as Hot Spots or Fast Foods to name it decently) are very tasty!!! I really wonder what they add to make the dough turn so brownish, crispy &amp; tasty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like eating it today again, but the one bought outside accompanied by sweet tamarind sauce &amp;amp; mint chutney….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113498441134523301?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113498441134523301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113498441134523301' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113498441134523301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113498441134523301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/yummy.html' title='Yummy....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113480258396530520</id><published>2005-12-17T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:13:15.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor's Waiting Room :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find it very funny, because, I have got a great experience in waiting for my Son's doctor for hours to-gether.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/cartoon68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113480258396530520?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113480258396530520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113480258396530520' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113480258396530520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113480258396530520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/cartoon.html' title='Cartoon....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113463129329940239</id><published>2005-12-15T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T03:33:01.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star show.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ganga : Wind from Hyderabad has blown towards Chennai and here is my technical post !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 15, 1996, Hubble Space Telescope captures First Direct Image of a Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Star1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A star is a sphere of hot glowing gas, a single ball of fire in space, often millions of miles in diameter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/star%20explosion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A red giant star exploded in the Leptus constellation several thousand years ago. It will continue to vaporize for thousands of years to become a white dwarf. Our Sun faces this fate in five billion years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Star2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photograph of Sirius A, the brightest star in our nighttime sky, along with its faint, tiny stellar companion, Sirius B. Credit: NASA, ESA, H. Bond (STScI), and M. Barstow (University of Leicester)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/venus%20transit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great picture of venus transit with a few clouds passing in front of it. This picture was taken in on June 8, 2004 at 5:53 a.m. at the "Centre de la Nature" in Laval, Quebec, Canada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stars differ in size, brightness and color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planets reflect starlight, while stars shine with their own light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113463129329940239?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113463129329940239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113463129329940239' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113463129329940239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113463129329940239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/star-show.html' title='Star show.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113446562931100894</id><published>2005-12-13T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:20:29.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't believe !!!</title><content type='html'>The gold rate per gram as of yes'day is Rs.744/-. It was last but least, when I bought a necklace during Nov'05, the rate was Rs.400 and odd and now shoot upto Rs.744/-. Iam glad that I made my mind to buy the necklace during that time itself and feel fortunate enough in saving atleast a part of my money, as it was a situation that I had to buy exchanging the old one, which was broken.... &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really don't know what had happened to me !!! Previously (even now !!!), I was more attracted towards dresses and I buy clothes every now and then. But, it is now my interest to some extent has got into costumes and artificial jewellery. Even before, I used to buy once in a blue moon the aritificial jewelleries, which I wore very rarely. I wear those on any suitable occassions only !!! I've seen ladies wearing whatever they've got inside the locker on the days like 'Fridays' with grand sari like Pattu saris and the whole jewellery costumes covering their necks and hands. Somehow, I feel irritated about all those things and probably no right to comment on other's way of dressing.....still I can't resist outbursting this kind of mental attitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today being Kathigai deepam, I found lots of ladies with pattu saris and neatly dressed with simple make-ups and ornaments. Thank good, it was a pleasant glimpse, than the usual scenario... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey.... I love to own these jewellery costumes, which I was planning to order whenever I am affordable (stored it in "my favourites" for future use), but now planning to forego the thought considering the gold rate.  Let's see when I am lucky to own this favourite design of myne !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Choker3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/kada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113446562931100894?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113446562931100894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113446562931100894' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113446562931100894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113446562931100894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cant-believe.html' title='I Can&apos;t believe !!!'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113446179097033009</id><published>2005-12-13T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:16:31.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait anymore.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, it is Annamalaiyaar Deepam and I came to office with the anticipation that we'll get a general permission to go home early to proceed with the work of cleaning the house and lit the 'Kuthu Villaku' &amp; 'Agal Villaku's in the stairs, parapet walls &amp;amp; Kolam. Today, we are supposed to make Pori Urundai, Poli &amp; Payasam, but I know that I am not in a situation to prepare all those &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hopefully I get a share from my in-laws as well my mother),&lt;/span&gt; atleast pray to the God and lit the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first job on my arrival to office was to ask permission with one of my Director, but the reply was a vague one "let's see". I know, I can understand the Management tension of launching a product on 15th Dec'05 and I have done my part of job and I think I can be excused for the occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let god get into his mind and let me go. I am more worried for the day, because, its our first Karthigai in the newly built house as well we live alone, though the in-laws living in the next door, it is my duty to lit the lamps in my house. Also my Son is more eager in finishing the left out crackers of Diwali. I feel, I should also entertain him being a Mother, b'cos this is the right age for them to enjoy these occassions !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right from the morning........its now 1.50 PM and still my anxiety goes on with an indefinite anticipation !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood now is like this and I can't wait indefinitely !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/karthigai%20deepam.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/diwali%20boy.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/diwali%20girl%201.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113446179097033009?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113446179097033009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113446179097033009' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113446179097033009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113446179097033009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cant-wait-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t wait anymore.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113445344613734608</id><published>2005-12-12T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:08:31.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train kavithai....</title><content type='html'>Natpu enbathu&lt;br /&gt;Moondru ezhuthil mudivathillai...&lt;br /&gt;Athu Moochil kalanthathu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d188/susubala/FTags5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(English version of the above tamil poem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of Friendship,&lt;br /&gt;Never ends with the 10 alphabets,&lt;br /&gt;but, it is mixed in our breathe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113445344613734608?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113445344613734608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113445344613734608' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113445344613734608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113445344613734608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/train-kavithai_12.html' title='Train kavithai....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113419349346397229</id><published>2005-12-09T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:59:00.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi....Nokiarians.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This month Nokia has spotlighted Nokia 6270.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Touch of Luxury !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Nokia%206270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/6270_features.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nokia 6270 comes out with stylishly polished metal surface combined with Satin with impressive feature of 40 user interface. Use Active Standby to conveniently access your email, favourite applications, calendar entries or music directly from the idle screen of your phone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113419349346397229?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113419349346397229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113419349346397229' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113419349346397229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113419349346397229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/hinokiarians.html' title='Hi....Nokiarians.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113410660539761353</id><published>2005-12-08T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:25:42.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby girl (yet to be named as Samiksha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/scan0002[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/scan0002%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hai Friends, &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My ex-colleague also my very good friend have sent his baby's photo for my comment. Below is my comment and his reply. Rather being happy on seeing my comment, he envy's his own child !!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i've published the comment part alone)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&gt;padmanabhan ramesh kumar &lt;a href="mailto:prameshp2@rediffmail.com"&gt;prameshp2@rediffmail.com&lt;/a&gt; wrote:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;HI SUMATHI,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;ATTCHED MY DAUGHTER PHOTOGRAPGH.GIVE YOUR COMMENTS WITHOUT FAIL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;BYE&gt;P.RAMESH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On Mon, 28 Nov 2005 Sumathi Bala wrote :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&gt;Hi Ramesh,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&gt;&gt;  Hey, she really looks smart and cute and ofcourse has lots of hair (unlike U).  Then hopefully, she's not like u, but resembles Lakshmi !!!!.  I did talked to Lakshmi 2/3 days back and she was telling that Child is suffering from diahrea.  Hope that she is alright now ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sumathi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hi Gundu,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How dare you to tell me that I am bald.She is only has 50% of my smartness you know. She is doing well now. I may go chennai in the first week of Jan06.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodluck, Bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ramesh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113410660539761353?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113410660539761353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113410660539761353' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113410660539761353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113410660539761353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/baby-girl-yet-to-be-named-as-samiksha.html' title='Baby girl (yet to be named as Samiksha)'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113402528959883032</id><published>2005-12-07T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:01:29.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh....my cell phone (i've not lost, but missed...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today Morning, it was hectic and the auto fellow normally comes around 8.20 AM, but claims that he will be there by 8.15AM to pick my son to School.  The normal scene was, I used to get ready along with my son and wait outside for the auto guy, today - it was the auto guy came early and waiting for us !!!. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By that time, my son was in half the way of his breakfast and I dumped him with the bigger spoon which he could not swallow literally.  Then I felt bad about myself on my act and decided not to feed him anymore as it is getting late as well he is not interested in eating so urgently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be calm, quite and correct in picking my belongings and Son's when we wait for him, but really gets tensed when he waits for us.  Today, for that matter, i've left my mobile at home and I really wonder how many calls from my near and dear's will i miss as well the business calls !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On seeing my tension and my waitings for the auto fellow outside, my inlaws say, why do u wait outside everyday, be inside and come out of the door as soon as he comes.  My conscious doesn't allow me to make him wait unnecessarily and make show off's that we are the masters and they are the slaves who take money from us !!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just keep rewinding the advise they've given me this morning and I really wonder what matters if we wait out, once we get ready !!!  Then I get convinced myself, as they are old, they can't understand certain things in life.  Probably they tell this, because of over-caring or with the mentality of "let him wait for some time" ? But, I've decided not to stand out from tomorrow onwards, but to wait for him near the stairs just for the sake of convincing my inlaws.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113402528959883032?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113402528959883032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113402528959883032' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113402528959883032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113402528959883032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/ohmy-cell-phone-ive-not-lost-but.html' title='Oh....my cell phone (i&apos;ve not lost, but missed...)'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113393185896393381</id><published>2005-12-06T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:04:32.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Target Vs. Achievement</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tupperware products&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My target for last month (Nov'05) for Rs.25,000/- could not be achieved, I was able to do only Rs.15,000/- (that too a part of it as a stock).  Being a working women, I find it difficult to reach people at their discretion as well stuck with my new house shifting work and so on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But my courage never ends for Tupperware and trying to compensate in December'05.  Hopefully expecting good offers for this month as X-mas and New year is approaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;New bloggers may wonder, why i am posting this !!!, but my existing friends were interested to know my achievement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113393185896393381?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113393185896393381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113393185896393381' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113393185896393381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113393185896393381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-target-vs-achievement.html' title='My Target Vs. Achievement'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113385532513818871</id><published>2005-12-05T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T02:31:14.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/lamp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/lamp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Large_Double_Matchless_Star.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/xmas.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/xmas.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the month of celebration and the season to be jolly !!! It is also a month symbolizing the end of the year cum New year approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season of lights – For Hindus – “Karthigai” is fast approaching and all houses are lit with Deepam on both sides of the front door and for Christians – Its “X-mas” with Christmas trees to glitter with lights and stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/karthigai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Christmas comes, lights go up on homes around the country, with displays getting done on top of the houses and trees. Several shops have already started displaying Christmas stars and decorative lights and greeting cards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/tree%20with%20lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/magic%20tree.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights...lights...lights everywhere to cheer up the long dark nights of winter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113385532513818871?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113385532513818871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113385532513818871' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113385532513818871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113385532513818871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/month-of-lights.html' title='Month of lights'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113385391785614391</id><published>2005-12-05T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:17:02.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature at its best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krishna River water gushing out of Nagarjuna Sagar dam in Hyderabad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/krishna%20river.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/krishna%20river.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aah....Colourful clouds !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/clouds.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The silent shades of Munnar, a hill station in Kerala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/shades%20of%20munnar.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sun is moving into its strongest phase during Ratha Sapthami on February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/ratha%20saptami.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh…this is called Sevvaanam !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/sevvaanam.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moon trying to cast some feeble light through the clouds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/coconut.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113385391785614391?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113385391785614391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113385391785614391' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113385391785614391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113385391785614391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/nature-at-its-best.html' title='Nature at its best'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113351380834593112</id><published>2005-12-02T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:03:33.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, the 1st December 2005, we got shifted to our own house and started my cooking. Being the 1st day, I prepared “Sarkarai Pongal” and distributed to Mother-in-law, Brother-in-law and colleagues as a token of my happiness. My colleagues was commenting that it was Pongal, without much of sarkarai, but so called Sarkarai Pongal. It had happened because, I was more cautious that too much of sugar also should not be there. Anyways I feel something is better than nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Sunday, I arranged a vehicle and shifted the whole thing to the new house from my rented house and the day was really hectic. Wednesday, the 30th Nov, applied leave to my office and arranged the new house. Daily night, I tried to carry small small things, which are affordable through auto, and Wednesday was the final shifting and it was our PC. Now everything is shifted and to my level best arranged the things suitably. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now planning to change the household things like bucket, tub, dipper, mat, cloth clips, brushes etc., etc., to new ones and daily buying new things within my reach. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I left the old house, I felt like leaving my own mother’s place itself and somehow that house was so sentimental for me (us). As soon as we got married, we got into that house and now after 4½ years we had to leave that place with a heavy heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113351380834593112?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113351380834593112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113351380834593112' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113351380834593112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113351380834593112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/12/moved.html' title='Moved.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113325467906546018</id><published>2005-11-29T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:09:01.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B'day Wishes to Vanathi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/B.day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/B.day.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's your B'day. Oops... it slipped off my mind until now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wish U a many many more Happy Returns of  the Day"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All friends join me in wishing Vanathi on her B'day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113325467906546018?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113325467906546018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113325467906546018' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113325467906546018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113325467906546018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/bday-wishes-to-vanathi.html' title='B&apos;day Wishes to Vanathi'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113291909872404387</id><published>2005-11-26T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:10:04.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An adorable Woman indeed.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/Diana.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Diana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, here is the Princess of Wales, Princess Diana. Diana combined young fashion with royal glamour and definitely a Fashion Trendsetter for apparel and accessories. The accessory means, her minimal jewellery and the different style of hats she use to wear. Even before that, all ladies had used to wear hats to special events, but Diana brought a fresh style to hat wear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Millions of women drove their hairdressers crazy, because they always wanted to have the same hairstyle as Diana had. Still people are crazy about her beauty and the hairstyle. Diana had become England’s great fashion icon. She was undoubtedly a fairy tale princess and of course the Queen of Hearts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her commanding height, 5'10" was transformed from a girl's burden into a young woman's best asset. She communicated with her body and managed to make the world fall in love with her through her body language alone. Her body movements and her grace and her style, getting out of cars, looked fantastic and her clothes were just adorable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fashion accessories used by her :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/pearls%20by%20diana.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/pearls%20by%20diana.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/ring%20of%20di.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/earings%20of%20di.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/earings%20of%20di.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only things she preferred not to wear were diadems and crowns. They were too heavy for her and uncomfortable, as they had to be fixed tightly to her hair using many pins. Besides this, Diana had to acquire an erect posture and couldn't make any spontaneous movements. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The diadems and Crowns used by Princess Diana :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/cr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/cr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/cr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/cr3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In April 1987, Ms Diana the celebrity photographed touching a person infected with HIV virus which proves that she is a well known social worker too. She sat on the sickbed of a man with AIDS and held his hand. She showed the world that people with AIDS deserved not isolation, but compassion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/mother%20%26%20diana.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana very much admired Mother Teresa, with whom she shared a common love of poor and outcast people. When Mother Teresa was told of Diana's death, she described Diana as "a very great friend who was in love with the poor." Mother Teresa died the day before Princess Diana's funeral services. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/diana_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/diana_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana Frances Spencer was born on 1 July, 1961 in the estate of the Spencers in Norfolk. On August 31, 1997, Princess Diana was killed in a high speed car accident along with Dodi and driver Henri Paul while attempting to flee the ever-present pack of paparazzi photographers seeking her image.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana, however, was 36. Her death was not only premature, but tragic and violent as well. She left behind two young sons and a profound sense of loss. Princess Diana will be remembered as a woman who was at once supremely regal and at the same time strikingly human. To the millions who followed her charitable work, she was most certainly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/diana-009-img.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/diana-009-img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Queen of our Hearts,&lt;br /&gt;The People’s princess,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most beautiful woman in the world would terribly missed by all of us.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/mother%20abt%20diana.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/mother%20abt%20diana.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/diana%20BBC%20interview%20in%201995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/diana%20BBC%20interview%20in%201995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/diana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/diana2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113291909872404387?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113291909872404387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113291909872404387' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113291909872404387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113291909872404387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/adorable-woman-indeed.html' title='An adorable Woman indeed.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113289807102339320</id><published>2005-11-25T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:07:11.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree without leaves.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life without freindship, is like a dried tree without leaves.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dried%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dried%20tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life without frienship &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is like a dawn without the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life without friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is like a sky without the Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the evening has began&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life without frienship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is like a Ship without a Sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Does Tree got any meaning without its leaves, likewise Life is meaningless without friends....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/MAINIMAGE.jpg" 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/16400125-113289807102339320?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113289807102339320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113289807102339320' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113289807102339320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113289807102339320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/tree-without-leaves.html' title='Tree without leaves.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113281770050056185</id><published>2005-11-24T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:36:09.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total gimmick.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, I reached home late, than the usual time and found my son crying saying that he has got stomach pain and headache (I really wondered how a three-and-a-half year old could identify this). My mom was also seems to be worried as he is already under medication for the last 4 days due to fever. To the height of it, when we saw Sun TV News, they telecasted the trauma of people trapped with Flu &amp; epidemic due to the rainwater stagnant and I really got upset. They were claiming that children would suffer from severe body pain, headache, stomach pain etc., and I could not withstand any more and called for an auto fellow to take an immediate ride to Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, my mom &amp;amp; my son took an auto to consult the Doctor. On the way, nearing to the hospital, my son omitted the whole thing he ate for the day and found all full rice came out without getting digested. To our luck, only 1 patient left behind to consult (the normal scenario would 15-20 patients waiting) and I was busy washing the towel, my dress, duppatta everything drenched with his omit. After, the entire wash, I sat behind to watch him – but found him cool…loitering here and there…shouting…jumping…without any mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s our turn, the doctor had a test and found him to be O.K and was consoling us not to worry. Until then, my heart was swinging with its fast rhythm and now gained its normal pulse. Then we came to know that, it is due to indigestion!!!! Probably, he doesn’t know what to term it, but claimed “Stomach pain and headache”. So, it was a total gimmick that made him all right was “The Vaandhi”…Yeah… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113281770050056185?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113281770050056185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113281770050056185' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113281770050056185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113281770050056185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/total-gimmick.html' title='Total gimmick.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113282662026933236</id><published>2005-11-24T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:03:40.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starfish.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/orange%20marble%20star%20fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/orange%20marble%20star%20fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is found in the western Pacific Ocean and the Andaman Sea, the orange marble starfish like to live in shallow waters within the rocks pools and lagoons. Here, a radiant orange starfish stands out against a backdrop of rich green anchor coral as it wades its way through the mass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have anybody seen it...Very cute na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113282662026933236?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113282662026933236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113282662026933236' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113282662026933236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113282662026933236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/starfish.html' title='Starfish.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113273678439896521</id><published>2005-11-23T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:36:29.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/tit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/tit.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rusted prow of the R.M.S. Titanic is lit by an exploratory vehicle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/titanic_461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titanic was meant to be the biggest and best ship of her day. Then she sank in 1912. Yet she's still the most famous boat on Earth.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HE WONDER SHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On April 10, 1912, hundreds of people crowded onto a dock in England. They came to see the Titanic set off on her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:defWindow("&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maiden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; voyage. What made the ship so special?&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Titanic was the largest ship in the world. She was as long as four city blocks. Many people called her "the wonder ship." Others said Titanic was the best ship ever built. Some even believed she was too strong to sink!&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. Titanic was also a floating palace. She was one of the first ships with a pool. She had fine wood and gold chandeliers.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, some of the wealthiest people in the world were aboard the ship. They traveled on the upper &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:defWindow("&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Poorer passengers and the crew lived on the decks below.&lt;br /&gt;The first days of Titanic's voyage toward New York were like a party. Passengers celebrated in grand fashion. They thought they were making history. They were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;DANGER AHEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started out smoothly. By the 14th of April, Titanic was in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The weather was clear. That night, the stars glistened against the cold, dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before midnight, a sailor on lookout spotted something in the darkness. He couldn't really see it. But he knew it could be only one thing—an &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:defWindow(" s_oidt="0" s_oid="javascript:defWindow('iceberg')"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iceberg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. An iceberg is a floating mountain of ice that has broken away from a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:defWindow(" s_oidt="0" s_oid="javascript:defWindow('glacier')"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glacier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Hitting an iceberg can damage a ship.&lt;br /&gt;The sailor quickly sounded the alarm: "Iceberg right ahead!" The crew jumped into action. They tried to turn Titanic away from the iceberg. But it was too late. The ship scraped along the mountain of ice.&lt;br /&gt;At first, the problem didn't seem too bad. But the iceberg had damaged the ship. Water poured in. Nothing could stop it. Water soon flooded the lowest decks. It kept rising. The crew knew that the unsinkable ship would sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THE NIGHTMARE NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Slowly, the wonder ship's nose dipped into the water. Her stern, or back, rose high in the air. In just a few hours, the whole ship would sink. The crew shot off fireworks to tell other ships that Titanic needed help.&lt;br /&gt;Sailors on a passing ship spotted the fireworks. They thought the fireworks were part of a celebration, however. So they did not help the sinking ship.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Titanic's crew began trying to save passengers. Some people quickly ran from their rooms. Many were still in their pajamas. On the main deck, a band played music to calm them. Others refused to believe there was any real danger.&lt;br /&gt;The ship's crew put people into lifeboats. Women and children mainly went first. But Titanic didn't have enough lifeboats for all her passengers. And, in the rush, some lifeboats left with empty seats. After the last boat left, 1,500 people were still aboard the sinking ship.&lt;br /&gt;A little after 2:00 a.m., passengers heard a terrible sound. Titanic was ripping apart. People jumped off the doomed ship into the icy water. She vanished into the sea at 2:20 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Titanic sank more than two miles to the ocean floor. Two-thirds of her 2,200 passengers and crew went down with the ship.&lt;br /&gt;The unsinkable ship that sank lay beneath the Atlantic Ocean for 71 years. Then National Geographic helped an explorer go look for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A BOY'S DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a kid, scientist Robert Ballard was interested in shipwrecks. He especially loved reading about Titanic. "My lifelong dream," he says, "was to find this great ship."&lt;br /&gt;Ballard became an ocean explorer when he grew up. He visited underwater mountains in the middle of the Atlantic. He found giant worms that live in the Pacific. And he never forgot his boyhood dream—to find the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;The task seemed impossible. Some people said Titanic had been crushed. Others thought she had broken into little pieces. Everyone agreed the ship was far too deep to reach.&lt;br /&gt;But Ballard was determined. In 1985, he and a French scientist took ships to where Titanic had sunk. They used high-tech tools to explore the ocean floor. For weeks, they found nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Then they sent down an underwater craft called Argo. Its cameras took videos of the ocean floor and sent them up to the ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FOUND IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Argo searched for several days. Still nothing. Ballard was sure he had failed. Shortly after midnight on September 1, he decided to get some sleep. He really needed it.&lt;br /&gt;Barely an hour later, someone woke him up. Metal objects were showing up on the video screen. These things could only have come from a boat. Soon the team spotted a huge ship engine. They had found the Titanic!&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days, Argo circled the wreck. Ballard almost couldn't believe what he saw. Titanic's bow, or front, was stuck in mud. Yet the ship still looked huge.&lt;br /&gt;Ballard also found many sad reminders of Titanic's passengers. He saw beds, suitcases, cups, and countless shoes. It was almost like visiting a sunken museum.&lt;br /&gt;Ballard wanted to see more. But he had run out of time. He had to return home. Before leaving, though, he vowed to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A CLOSER LOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballard kept his promise. In 1986, he rode down to Titanic in a tiny &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:defWindow(" s_oidt="0" s_oid="javascript:defWindow('submarine')"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;submarine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. And he sent a deep-sea robot, named J.J., into the ship.&lt;br /&gt;As it explored, the robot sent pictures to Ballard. He called J.J. a "swimming eyeball."&lt;br /&gt;J.J. glided down Titanic's grand staircase. It peeked into her gym. The robot also gazed at chairs, bowls, and other items on the seafloor.&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, Ballard wanted to honor the tragic ship. He left a plaque to remember the people who had died. Aside from that, he left everything exactly the way he found it.&lt;br /&gt;Ballard didn't see Titanic again for years. He went back in June 2004. He wanted to know how the great ship was doing.&lt;br /&gt;He found that other visitors have really damaged the ship. Submarines have punched holes into Titanic's main deck. And people have taken about 6,000 things from the wreck. These include dishes, lamps, a statue, a safe, and even pieces of the ship herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SAVING HISTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballard is upset that people have taken things from Titanic. He thinks that people should leave the ship alone. He says that taking her things away is like robbing a grave.&lt;br /&gt;But Ballard does want to put cameras around the wreck. That way people can see Titanic. And they can remember her short, sad glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Titanic Facts and Figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Titanic was the most impressive ship of her day. The world's largest ship at the time, she was truly a floating palace. Here are some of the reasons why this ship was such a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;At 882 feet and 6 inches, the ship was almost as long as three football fields.&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of her keel to the top of her stacks, Titanic was 175 feet high. There were a total of nine decks, or levels.&lt;br /&gt;Titanic's engines used more than 800 tons of coal each day. The ship could reach a speed of 24 knots, or about 27 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;There were electric lights in all the ships' rooms. Titanic used more than 10,000 lightbulbs.&lt;br /&gt;The ship had a heated swimming pool, a gym, two libraries, and two barber shops.&lt;br /&gt;To feed the crew and passengers, Titanic needed 75,000 pounds of meat, 11,000 pounds of fish, and 40,000 eggs.&lt;br /&gt;The ship also carried 40 tons of potatoes, 3,500 pounds of onions, 36,000 apples, and 1,000 loaves of bread. Each day, the passengers and crew used 14,000 gallons of drinking water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113273678439896521?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113273678439896521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113273678439896521' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113273678439896521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113273678439896521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/titanic.html' title='Titanic.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113265916046081324</id><published>2005-11-22T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T03:32:40.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for God to do.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, donot attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I am delivering my situation to God who will definitely resolve the confusion and make them realise what is Right and what is Wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113265916046081324?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113265916046081324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113265916046081324' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113265916046081324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113265916046081324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/something-for-god-to-do.html' title='Something for God to do.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113265904669688329</id><published>2005-11-22T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:20:05.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/AngelFriend.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP IS A PRICELESS GIFT&lt;br /&gt;THAT CANNOT BE BOUGHT OR SOLD&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS VALUE IS FAR GREATER&lt;br /&gt;THAN THE MOUNTAIN MADE OF GOLD&lt;br /&gt;FOR GOLD IS COLD &amp; LIFELESS&lt;br /&gt;IT CAN NEITHER SEE NOR HEAR&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; IN THE TIME OF TROUBLE&lt;br /&gt;IT IS POWER LESS 2 CHEER--&lt;br /&gt;IT HAS NO EARS 2 LISTEN&lt;br /&gt;NOR HEART 2 UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;IT CANNOT BRING U COMFORT&lt;br /&gt;OR REACH OUT A HELPING HAND&lt;br /&gt;SO WHEN U ASK GOD FOR A GIFT&lt;br /&gt;BE THANKFUL IF HE SENDS&lt;br /&gt;NOT DIAMONDS, PEARLS OR RICHES&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE LOVE OF REAL TRUE FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113265904669688329?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113265904669688329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113265904669688329' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113265904669688329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113265904669688329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/friendship.html' title='Friendship....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113264548305065292</id><published>2005-11-22T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:21:56.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test for tongue twisters....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Come on, try telling these lines continuously. If your tongue really gets twisted, Iam not responsible :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Upper roller lower roller, Upper roller lower roller.....&lt;br /&gt;*Red Lorry, Blue Lorry, Red Lorry, Blue Lorry.....&lt;br /&gt;*Purple Paper People, Purple Paper People, Purple Paper People.....&lt;br /&gt;*Sixth sick sheik's sixth sick sheep.....&lt;br /&gt;*She sells sea shells on the sea shore, she sells sea shells on the sea shore.....&lt;br /&gt;*Penny's pretty pink piggy bank, Penny's pretty pink piggy bank.....&lt;br /&gt;*Black bug's blood, Black bug's blood.....&lt;br /&gt;*Crisp crusts crackle and crunch. , Crisp crusts crackle and crunch. .....&lt;br /&gt;*Freshly-fried fat flying fish , Freshly-fried fat flying fish .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Betty Botter bought some butter, but she said "this butter's bitter! But a bitof better butter will but make my butter better" So she bought some betterbutter, better than the bitter butter, and it made her butter better so 'twasbetter Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I thought a thought. But the thought I thought wasn't the thought I thought I thought.If the thought I thought I thought had been the thought I thought, I wouldn't have thought so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Billy Button bought a buttered biscuit,&lt;br /&gt;did Billy Button buy a buttered biscuit?&lt;br /&gt;If Billy Button bought a buttered biscuit,Where's the buttered biscuit Billy Button bought ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113264548305065292?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113264548305065292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113264548305065292' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113264548305065292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113264548305065292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/test-for-tongue-twisters.html' title='Test for tongue twisters....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113237875081949764</id><published>2005-11-19T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:24:22.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...my target....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iam into Tupperware business (part-time) and my boss has given me a target of Rs.25,000/- this month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wonder how could I achieve this !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God....., Please....help me in finding the customers....above all, make them to buy the products.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next month on achieving this target, I would be bid relaxed, as this month seems to be active month for Tupperwarians...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113237875081949764?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113237875081949764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113237875081949764' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113237875081949764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113237875081949764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/ohmy-target.html' title='Oh...my target....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113229769287761408</id><published>2005-11-18T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:08:12.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a must to be read by everyone.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Children’s Day, when I was returning back after my work, I found the other end of the train compartment with lots of commotion. To my anxiety I got up and found 2 girl children traveling in the train all alone.  Initially the girls were bold and after some time they were frightened and cried on seeing the whole crowd around them. Some were scolding, some black-mailing that they will report to Police, some cross-examined like CID’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat next to them to find their whereabouts first.  They came out with constant lies and I decided to hand-over them to RPF.  While on the commotion, few took interest in knowing about them, few with “don’t care” attitude, few gazed them like an exhibition.  Myself and 2 other ladies had some personal interest on the children. By that time, the Sanatorium station approached and we had to get down as well want them to be rescued.  We also made them get down and nearly 20/30 people surrounded them but don’t want to take any responsibility.  Then we tried to find out their whereabouts, address, parents name etc., but nothing fruitful came out from their mouth.  At last, we decided to handover them to the Sanatorium ticket collector’s office. We took them inside and the children got more frightened and not feel like leaving them alone till a decision is taken.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made those girls sit in the chair and sat next to them and spoke to them gently and softly and cultivated the confidence to get the truth.  Slowly after getting convinced, they told their address, school they are studying, father’s profession etc.  Noted down their names, address, parents name and sought help from Station master, but they wanted us to personally handover the children to Tambaram RPF (Railway Police Force).  Then we initiated to take them to Tambaram RPF and from there tried contacting one of their father who is working in Chennai silks.  To my vain, he is on leave for 2 days.  Then we wrote a complaint and given it to the RPF and three of us gave our address and contact numbers as demanded by the RPF.  At last, we came back home with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late by 1 hour to our house and my mom started calling me on my mobile, who is taking care of my child.  Incidentally, I had an expected guest at home waiting outside, but I could not help them, but to make them wait till I reach home with my son.  After they leave, it was 11, 11.30, 12 O’clock and I could not rest in peace the whole night worrying about the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, still now, we don’t know what the exact problem was with the children, but stunned to know that they have come out well planned.  We checked their bags to know about their school, but their name and class VI was only written on that.  We found in the additional cover – civil dress, uniforms, powder, soap and water bottles well packed.  They claimed that they come from Chengalpattu and studying with Tambaram School and being admitted for tuition in beach station.  We were wondering how parents could send those children so distance but for tuition and our doubt raised.  Also they claimed that the tuition teacher beats them a lot and parents don’t care for that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;, I received a call from one of her father and was pleasing me with his ‘Thanks’ and he felt very grateful for the care we have taken on them and was appreciating for our responsibility.  I was feeling more relaxed to know that the children has reached their parents respectively and also advised parents not to scold at children and advised him to be kind enough and also to go and check with their teachers periodically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were too small just studying 6th standard and how much dare they are!!!!.  Out of two - one was bold enough and not opened her mouth at all and the other one was so cute, chubby and felt guilty for what she has done. So, let parents give more attention to their children and ensure enough of care and love is given to them.  Unless the children were hurt, they would’ve not opted for it.  I don’t justify that they are right, but parents are also responsible in some way or the other for their misguidance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113229769287761408?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113229769287761408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113229769287761408' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113229769287761408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113229769287761408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-is-must-to-be-read-by-everyone.html' title='It is a must to be read by everyone.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113221890168619455</id><published>2005-11-17T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:19:10.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th post....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, the time is running so fast.... I started blogging from the month of August 2005 and I've done my homework properly and reaching the 100th Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam now in a Golden Jubilee celebration mood !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising for me to know that iam now coming out with the 100th post and its defintely a honour to SRINI, who is the inspiration behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was surfing google to find out a Hotel Number in Besant Nagar and that's how I caught trapped into Srini's and its great to feel that i've been living in the blogger's world now. Until that day, I didn’t even knew a word called "BLOG". When I go through my old posts, it just brings a smile to my face and I love those. Today I had gone through all my previous posts and I feel great to Srini for the great work I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being caught into this world, I really wanted to start a blog for myself. Immediately my mind was thinking -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether I can write like this ?&lt;br /&gt;whether people will like our style of presentation ?&lt;br /&gt;Do others will like my writing ?&lt;br /&gt;whether I will get suitable topics to write ?&lt;br /&gt;whether I will be able to write regularly ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise all the things worked out and now Iam confident that -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write...&lt;br /&gt;Through the comments, i came to know that people do like my presentation...&lt;br /&gt;Ya, others liked my writing (probably for the sake of praising..., I don't mind)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now i remember those words from a tamil song --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Nijamaaga Nii ennai virumbaatha poodum&lt;br /&gt;Poi ondru sol kannee, en jeevan vaazum&lt;br /&gt;nizam undan kaadal endral"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW,&lt;br /&gt;I got "N"th number of topics to write and rest are stored for future.&lt;br /&gt;I do manage to write regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find in myself the enthusiasm to keep writing and its a situation now i live, i sleep, i wake up, thinking of blogging and the bloggers. It gives us a chance to know many of their views, talents, poems, interest, thoughts, ideas, experience and to equip ourselves with the contemporary thoughts. Blog has given me an opportunity to read a lot and write a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply to put it in words "I love blogging and become addicted towards it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all those fellow bloggers who have encouraged me by your valuable comments and I treasure it a lot. My 1st comment received from Srini is still lying in my Inbox. I don't want to delete it, as it gives me the pleasure of receiving 1st month salary whenever I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st blog comment is being copied below :-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: "Srini" &lt;fd97091@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:document.frmAddAddrs.submit()"&gt;Add to Address Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:susubala@yahoo.co.in"&gt;susubala@yahoo.co.in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: [Sumi] 9/16/2005 02:35:18 AM&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 02:37:25 -0700 (PDT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent drawing !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/vase.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE ARE THE ROSES, DESERVED BY ONE AND ALL....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Words are our servants, not our masters. For different purposes, we find it convenient to use words in different senses". —Richard Dawkins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, "BE HAPPY AND MAKE OTHERS HAPPY THROUGH BLOGGING"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113221890168619455?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113221890168619455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113221890168619455' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113221890168619455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113221890168619455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th post....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113221054440805745</id><published>2005-11-17T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:40:28.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A few good friends &gt; who I can speak to without being judged !!!&lt;br /&gt;A few good friends &gt; who I don't judge !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love them all and I can't bear them hurting me even by their act or words.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113221054440805745?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113221054440805745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113221054440805745' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113221054440805745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113221054440805745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-friends.html' title='My friends.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113220819451567663</id><published>2005-11-17T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T02:05:13.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Art with hands', better to term it as 'Art in hands'.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/mehndidesigns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/mehndidesigns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mehndi is the traditional art of adorning the hands and feet with a paste made from the finely ground leaves of the henna plant. It starts with small designs and combining them to make large, more complex designs as you will see here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've seen a girl in the train today decorated with mehndi in both the hands. It was beautifully drawn in her hands till the elbow. She was desperately using both the hands to show off the beauty, but rather than admiring the beautiful art in her hands, we got irritated for her lousy behaviour in using both the hands for unwanted things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basically, I like having mehndi decorated in my hands, but much worried for the fact that it fades off when we indulge in house hold works like washing clothes, cleaning the vessels etc. But, unfortunately when I wanted to decorate my hands during my wedding, I failed due to the tension and the work we had at home. Still now I regret for it. One day, I should decorate my hands with a help of a mehndi artist and take a photo. That is a small wish I do have it in the corner of my heart. I don't know when it is going to be full-filled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is said that when a bride has mehndi done for her wedding, the darker the design, the more her mother-in-law loves her. A good deeply-coloured design is a sign of good luck for the marital couple. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mehndi art is done in arm, wrist, anklets, legs &amp; toes. It is believed that mehndi art done in any other parts (otherthan the above) of the body doesn't give the colour effect. Once, when i was too young, I tried keeping it in my forehead, thinking that I would get a Bindi lasting for longer time and that failed. That's how my experiment did come out with the result that the colour effect is not seen if it is used in any other parts of the body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henna provides two types of benefit to the hair simultaneously. Henna will condition and color the hair. As a conditioner, henna strengthens the hair. It is an anti-fungal, and reduces the occurrence of dandruff. It conditions the scalp, slightly loosens the curl pattern, and helps to detangle as well as make hair more manageable. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113220819451567663?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113220819451567663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113220819451567663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113220819451567663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113220819451567663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/art-with-hands-better-to-term-it-as.html' title='&apos;Art with hands&apos;, better to term it as &apos;Art in hands&apos;.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113212483097819127</id><published>2005-11-16T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T02:03:05.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't keep guessing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/Simran_130705_C1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Simran_130705_C1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speculations, it seems, never stop with Simran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the actress delights in keeping people guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally there is some clarity in the affairs of Simran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful actress, who became a mom last month after delivering a baby boy, has now confirmed that she will return to Tamil filmdom. But you have to wait. She will come back only after her new-born grows up to look after himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone too waits for her arrival like me....I love her the most for her homely look, acting, beauty, slim (especially)...... Wow.....She fits into any outfit......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113212483097819127?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113212483097819127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113212483097819127' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113212483097819127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113212483097819127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-keep-guessing.html' title='Don&apos;t keep guessing.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113213263114468498</id><published>2005-11-16T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:17:51.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kattipudi Vaidiyam.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vasool Raja MBBS - A lovable don...doctor...don&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/vasool_raja_3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/vasool%20raja.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first half, in particular, is a laugh riot with its pleasant sentiment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajaraman (Kamal Hassan) is a kind-hearted don. Raja, who ran away from home early, returns to his parents' fold telling them that he is now a qualified doctor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To get back at the man (Prakash Raj), the father of Sneha, Raja decides to become a doctor. At last, by all means of foul, Kamal becomes a student of medicine. An appreciable humaneness character of Kamal blends beautifully besides his humorous. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sneha looks dignified for her character as student of medicine, though she doesn’t influence the movie. She seems to be perfect matching for Kamal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two of the smaller characters who make their presence felt are `Kaakka' Radhakrishnan playing an oldie role, inspired by the Kamal’s theory of Kattippudi vaidiyam and Jayasurya as the cancer patient. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Normally any of the Kamal’s movie carry a great message / logic / philosophy, but conveyed practically like the ones Thevar Magan, Virumandi, Hey Ram &amp; Anbe Sivam. But "Vasool Raja MBBS" has its own entertainment value like Pammal K Sampantham, Michael Madana Kamarajan, Sati Leelavathy, Avvai Shanmugi, Tenali and Panchathanthiram.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamal always proves that he can be good, bad, ugly and funny! But from my point of view I would rate Kamal as a real Hero of Indian Cinema, especially for the film Thevar Magan &amp;amp; Anbe Sivam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Kattipudi Vaidiyam” adopted by Kamal in VRMBBS works out well and I think it’s a great technique to be followed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when mother hugs, we feel the warmth / consolation&lt;br /&gt;when father hugs – we feel secured&lt;br /&gt;when teacher hugs – we feel great&lt;br /&gt;when husband hugs – we feel the love&lt;br /&gt;when a lover hugs – we feel the sense of sex&lt;br /&gt;when a child hugs – we feel the comfort they get out of it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this Kattipudi vaidiyam is a great technique to be followed everyone, but be cautious while implementing. Go ahead to experiement with the same sex, otherwise Iam not responsibnle for the outcome….(especially for Peelamedu Bull - Prabhakar)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved this movie, but for the ‘kattipudi vaidiyam’ logic and definitely worked out well and make others to feel like implementing it. Ofcourse, I practise it everyday…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop…stop….stop….. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With my son. YEAH……&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113213263114468498?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113213263114468498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113213263114468498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113213263114468498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113213263114468498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/kattipudi-vaidiyam.html' title='Kattipudi Vaidiyam.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113169451902813751</id><published>2005-11-15T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:34:27.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood days.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The other day, all our colleagues were sharing the malarum ninaivugal of each and everyone and they had come out with lots of discoveries of their young age achievements. It was just a loving topic, especially the days of schooling. It can never get into our life onceagain - those days wihout any worries..... I can't forget those memories which are always evergreen in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my malarum ninaivugal :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Running near the gutters on the roadside on the way from school to house, especially during the rainy season, we would find lots of frog kutti's swimming in bunches. That was the age, we thought all those are Meen kutti's (especially - black molly) and try to capture into our rescue with a help of a polythene cover. When we reach home, got nicely from our parents for our great achievement. Instead of appreciation, it was disgusting and then realised it's the initial stage of Frog....Yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Festival - It is the time of revenue collection. Whenever Diwali, Pongal, New Year approaches we feel extremely happy - because - of sweets, new clothes, relatives visit and the revenue we get out of it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I remember during Diwali season, though the parents buy us very limited Pattasu - we treasure it as a big Surangam. Daily counting how much Vedi's, Matthappu, Pambu mattirai, Jaatti, etc., etc., we have in our stock and carefully placing them under the sun to make them cripsy and again replace it back in the respective boxes with so much of care... I would have those Pattasu's stored (which is bought for Diwali) till Pongal approaches. It was colony like house we stayed and all children use to do the same as what we do and envy for those we have got ample of stocks. We use to genjify for the most attracted ones, or the ones which we don't have, even "pandam mattru murai" through exchange of vedi's happen and I give free offers for the one who have opted for myne (that much generous I was right from the child hood........Come on...Don't smile at my post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When relatives come to our house....we keep engaged in outdoor / indoor games, doing our own work, cook our own recipies with whatever elai, mud, water we get. But we really could smell the time the relatives are on the verge to leave and we ensure our attendace (myself and my brother) to be pucca when they leave - expecting that they'll show their love and gratitute by the way which we were expecting. Some really ditch us by holding our kannam and saying "Kannu Taataa Sollu", "Adutha leavuku ni amma kooda variya", "Sammatha Tata solittu poi vilaiyaadu" etc., etc. It is not that we dont have real affection, but that was the age of expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Whenever we go to our grand parents house at Uthukottai all cousins play together and our main play was around the birds, dogs and cats which were pet for me right from my younger days. We all use to pamper around them and feed them carefully and let them sleep behind us in our bed to make them happy. If any one of those pets die, we do carry out funeral procession and cremate them at the kolla paakam of our house and ofcourse cry a lot. We also keep paisa's (5 ps., 10 ps., 50 ps, 1 Rp &amp; 2 Rp.,) embeded in the heap of mud of the cremation. We go everyday to the cremation to put flowers and check for the paisa whether it is lying or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) In our compound, all children will gather right from the age 5 to 15 and we used to collect money from all of them and prepare food which we like and serve it to all families. Also the contributions like arisi, paruppu, vellam are welcomed..... Our main dish will be Vegetable rice or Sarkarai pongal. The cook would be the seniors of that group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7) Every week, on Friday's we collect money from all and buy Poo, Pazham, Thengai, Karpooram, Vetrilai Paakku, Oothubathi etc., etc., and go to near by Pillaiyar temple and conduct pooja in the name of god. As soon as we return, we will divide the prasadam to all the families and get dispersed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;8) If it is the season of Republic Day, Independance Day or Ganesh Chaturthi, we get up early morning and go around the streets to collect the flowers in different colours to celebrate the flag hoisting. During chaturti, we go around to find those Erukkam Poo and Kozhukattai Poo (which looks like kozhukattai in yellow colour) and Pillaiyaar Poo comes out in Yellow, Red and Orange colour, which is available on sale as 'Uthiri Poo' on that day. It was all a big fun in those days going around in gang and plucking all those flowers unauthorisedly whichever is in our reach. Also we ensure to go rounds early in the morning to get our respective shares before anybody starts plucking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;9) We play Amma / Appa vilaiyattu and the 2nd grade seniors would held the post of Amma / Appa and the most seniors obviously deserves Thatha / Patti. Rest all would be children of them and definitely petty fightings will arise to be pets of Amma &amp; Appa. We had typical house hold articles gathered from different houses and it was a total 'Koottu Kudumbam' we were. We also play Thirudan Police, Paandi, Skipping, Goli, Gilli, Daayam etc., etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I keep on telling, it won't end. So, let me finish my childhood acomplishments with the immediate glimpse that got my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113169451902813751?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113169451902813751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113169451902813751' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113169451902813751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113169451902813751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/childhood-days.html' title='Childhood days.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113196947293518550</id><published>2005-11-14T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T03:57:52.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonsai....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Japanese, bonsai represents a fusion of strong ancient beliefs with the philosophies of the harmony between man, the soul and nature. Here now in India, it has become popular selling Bonsai trees and people crave for it with the belief that it fades away the bad spirits and keeps a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Home - Sweet Home".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here, I upload a Bonsai tree which is so cute -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Bonsai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The power of plants and flowers in your home :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plants are auspicious from the point of feng shui. It is always good to grow plants in the house, especially wooded plants. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plants in the office also bring about increased luck in your career. Place plants in the east, south or south-east corners of your office for maximum luck. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are a married couple and want children, avoid putting flowers in the bedroom. Instead, place a basket of fruits in your bedroom. Fruits, especially pomegranates, are a symbol of fertility. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t place thorny plants inside your home. Thorny plants do form a protective shield, and could be placed outside the home. Don’t place them too near the front door. They could be placed a little further away from the door, or in the balcony. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t place bonsai plants inside or outside the home. They represent stunted growth. Trim your plants regularly. Overgrown plants promote bad energy. Similarly, trim trees in your garden regularly. Don’t let them overwhelm your house. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fresh flowers bring luck and fortune in your home. Place fresh flowers in your living room on a regular basis. However, once they die, throw them out. Don’t leave dying flowers in your home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid placing dried flowers in your house. They are believed to bring misfortune. Artificial flowers are a far preferable option and are believed to bring luck. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not place any flowers, plants or any other auspicious feng shui symbol in the bathroom. The good luck will backfire and turn into bad luck. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever noticed lemons (nimbus) hanging on the entrances of shops? They are believed to ward off the evil eye, according to Hindu superstitious beliefs. Similarly, oranges and lemons are believed to be powerful symbols of fortune, and bring prosperity to the home. They should be placed at the entrance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113196947293518550?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113196947293518550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113196947293518550' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113196947293518550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113196947293518550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/bonsai.html' title='Bonsai....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113196290891997145</id><published>2005-11-14T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:34:02.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day for children.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today its Children's day and I wished my child when he wakes up. I dressed him up and told him about the speciality of the day, before he leaves to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cross the Railway line to catch the trian, I saw one of my friend running against me (which is unusual) and saw her face spread with full of tension. I was worried whether she has lost / missed something on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, when I was waiting in the station expecting the arrival of the train, she came approaching me and to my anxiety, I asked her "Why were you running like that" ? she said "I forgot to buy Roses for my children which is supposed to be sent along with them to their School". I felt bit relaxed, realising that she is lucky enough not to loss anything, but to buy roses for the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHILDREN's DAY (NEHRUJI's B'DAY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Cute.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/fairybaby-image205710.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/nehru.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel fortunate that three of our colleagues decided to contribute for the Education of a Child through CRY today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRY = Child Relief and You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anybody, who is willing to contribute, may dial 52082267 / 68.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113196290891997145?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113196290891997145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113196290891997145' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113196290891997145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113196290891997145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-for-children.html' title='A day for children.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113195461067214566</id><published>2005-11-13T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:04:47.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel of Peace.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My son is studying in Pre-KG in NSN Matriculation, Chrompet.   I have attended the Parents-Teachers Meeting held on 12th.  They are going to have the Project Day on 26th November and lots of topics was given to be selected by the parents according to their wish.  I was going through the list of 4 page topics and my instinct was to select the 2nd one  (i.e) Mother Teresa (as I’ve been attracted by her since my child hood). The project is on behalf of our children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve collected the biography and photographs of Mother for the project from Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long since, I was thinking of posting about her in my blog, hope this is the right time for me to do….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her young age photo, probably a rare one to see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/mother%20in%20young%20age.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/mother%20in%20young%20age.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mother Smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/mother1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/mother5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Moth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;er cradling a devastated child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/mother2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother’s simplicity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/mother.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Th&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e body of Mother Teresa lies in its coffin as it begins its final journey during the funeral procession in Calcutta Saturday , September 13, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/mothers%20funeral.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her simplicity was something to be just seen, and the Peace of the Lord was all around her. She did not have to speak to me, just sat and looked at her, her  intense love that comes from within, she had sympathy for every living being, and wanted to reach out for every soul in distress, and looking at her was enough to know that the lord was abiding in her as she was filled with his love, and you could draw on that love by just looking at her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps the greatest message she has given to the world is the value and dignity of human life. All human life is precious, in whatever condition we find it, from the womb, to the tomb. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone draw on her love, by just looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113195461067214566?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113195461067214566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113195461067214566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113195461067214566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113195461067214566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/angel-of-peace.html' title='Angel of Peace.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113168933854523254</id><published>2005-11-11T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:32:32.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokiarians...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This month Nokia has unveiled Nokia 6111. This stylish slide phones will be arriving the stores very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nokia 6111 Phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/6111_features.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sized to fit your styleDesigned to reflect your style and self-confidence, the compact Nokia 6111 features a soft touch slide, megapixel camera and a large 1.9" color display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compact, chic design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable fit in the hand&lt;br /&gt;Megapixel camera with full-screen landscape camera mode and camera flash&lt;br /&gt;Nokia Xpress audio messaging&lt;br /&gt;Media player, MP3/AAC ringing tones, and FM radio&lt;br /&gt;Video streaming and recording (up to 1 hour)&lt;br /&gt;Push to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113168933854523254?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113168933854523254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113168933854523254' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113168933854523254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113168933854523254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/nokiarians.html' title='Nokiarians...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113162100823688019</id><published>2005-11-10T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T03:12:37.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the events of yesterday, a funeral procession was crossing our office, I find people dancing, naadaswaram blowing with contemporary cinema songs, people dancing before the procession. I felt it was all illogic….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to have this subject on my mind. When it's time to go, I just want to go naturally and let my time be done. I know that I've made an imprint here somehow, and when I die it will last for a while with the people I've known and loved and who have loved me. (Probably some who have hated me as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I want to donate everything usable in my body and have the rest cremated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to recognize that funerals are for the living - for those who will suffer the trauma of losing a loved one. It is through the funeral process that emotional needs are served for those who grieve. So, I like the tradition of playing slow, sad, mournful tunes, instead of final service into a grand gala occassion, wild parai molams, joyful dances with drunken fellows. Can’t withstand those traditions seen on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like celebrating my death, rather donate to some Ashrams where few people gets benefit out of it. It’s always there some or the other occasions to celebrate when we are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never easy to loose someone you love, and it is especially hard on those left behind. So, let it be a calm, sincere and heart-felt mourning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113162100823688019?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113162100823688019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113162100823688019' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113162100823688019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113162100823688019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/funeral.html' title='Funeral.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113151950400026694</id><published>2005-11-09T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:58:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age doesn't count.....</title><content type='html'>For beauty, age doesn't count = Sharukh &amp; Aishwaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/shahrukh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/ash12masala_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharukh turned 40 &amp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aishwarya turned 32 years last week.  Do they ever seems to be !!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After posting these images, i found both paired well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113151950400026694?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113151950400026694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113151950400026694' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113151950400026694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113151950400026694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/age-doesnt-count.html' title='Age doesn&apos;t count.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113153441900547855</id><published>2005-11-09T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T03:06:59.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusuals....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/Lion.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Lion.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/monkey-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/monkey-dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/catandtoychick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/catandtoychick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/ducks-kitten.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/ducks-kitten.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dog-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dog-cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113153441900547855?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113153441900547855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113153441900547855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113153441900547855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113153441900547855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/unusuals.html' title='Unusuals....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113153187967002658</id><published>2005-11-09T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T02:24:39.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overworked ....</title><content type='html'>Mouse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/Overworked_Mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Overworked_Mouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human body....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/human%20ske.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113153187967002658?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113153187967002658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113153187967002658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113153187967002658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113153187967002658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/overworked.html' title='Overworked ....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113153064691576163</id><published>2005-11-09T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T03:15:13.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again a train kavithai....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/relationship1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/relationship1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ennai vida Nii ennai&lt;br /&gt;athigamaaga nesikkiraai...&lt;br /&gt;Ambigabathi Amaraavathi-&lt;br /&gt;Romeo Juliet-&lt;br /&gt;Lailaa Majnu-&lt;br /&gt;Evargalin varisaiyil&lt;br /&gt;Naam irukka vendaam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaaviyamaai thigazhum&lt;br /&gt;avargalin kaadal&lt;br /&gt;Nijathil&lt;br /&gt;swasikka thinarina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaaviyamai irukka&lt;br /&gt;viruppamillai&lt;br /&gt;Nijathil vaazha&lt;br /&gt;virumbukinren...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113153064691576163?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113153064691576163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113153064691576163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113153064691576163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113153064691576163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/again-train-kavithai.html' title='Again a train kavithai....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113152970727779238</id><published>2005-11-09T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:36:14.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/Man_frustrated.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Man_frustrated.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mind is frustrated for the last 3/4 days for the reason which I cannot share with anyone. Come on, is there any one to console me without knowing the problem.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really wander for my friends and their words which always brings a warmth in me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let God be kind enough to make me peace and make them (her) realise the injustice done to me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I owe something to God, if he fulfills my wish......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come on, pray for me..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113152970727779238?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113152970727779238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113152970727779238' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113152970727779238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113152970727779238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/frustration.html' title='Frustration.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113145054214562284</id><published>2005-11-08T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:04:10.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruelty to the core.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A recent investigation into fur farms in China (which is the origin of J.Crew’s fur) uncovered shocking cruelty, including skinning animals alive, then throwing the still-conscious animals onto a pile of those who had gone before them. Some lay there dying for up to 10 minutes, still blinking, their hearts beating visibly beneath their exposed flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all animals raised for their fur, the animals slaughtered for J.Crew clothes are kept in tiny, filthy cages, surrounded by their own waste. They spend their entire miserable lives standing on thin wires, never having a chance to dig, jump, or play. To kill rabbits, fur farmers break the animals’ necks, smash their skulls, or use vaginal or anal electrocution to kill them before stringing them up by their legs to cut off their heads. Some are even skinned alive. Other animals watch as this horrific violence is taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETA (People for the ethical treatment of the animals) went into an animal market in Southern China and found cats and dogs languishing in tiny cages, visibly exhausted. Some had been on the road for days, transported in flimsy wire-mesh cages with no food or water. Twenty cats were forced into a single cage. Because of the cross-country transport in such deplorable conditions, our investigators saw dead cats on top of the cages, dying cats and dogs inside the cages, and dogs and cats with open wounds. Some animals were lethargic or frightened, and others were fighting with each other, driven insane from confinement and exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to 8,000 animals are loaded onto each truck, with cages stacked one on top of the other. Cages containing live animals are commonly tossed from the top of the trucks onto the ground 10 feet below, shattering the legs of the animals inside them. Many of the animals we saw still had collars on, a sign that they were someone's beloved companions, stolen to be made into fur coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share this post with your friends and make them aware of the cruelty being imposed to our lovable animals like Dogs, Cats, Rabbit, Mouse etc., etc., etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some posters to justify the argument &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dogscave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/137-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" height="137" align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/365-tools.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" height="137" align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.jcruel.com/swf/jcruel_banner.swf" width="468" height="60" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113145054214562284?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113145054214562284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113145054214562284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113145054214562284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113145054214562284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/cruelty-to-core.html' title='Cruelty to the core.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113144673618350462</id><published>2005-11-08T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T02:45:36.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Pegeants....</title><content type='html'>Here are the beauty pegeants right from year Y2K....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ss Universe 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/Miss%20Uni%202000.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Miss%20Uni%202000.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lara Dutta, 21, Miss India, won the Miss Universe Pageant in Cyprus on May 12, 2000 (May 13 according to Cyprus time). She is the second representative of India to win the crown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Universe 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Miss%20Uni%202001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Miss Puerto Rico, Denise Quinones, won the Miss Universe crown before an ecstatic crowd in Puerto Rico on May 11, 2001. Earlier in the week, she had been chosen Miss Photogenic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Universe 2002&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Miss%20Uni%202002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oxana Fedorova of Russia was crowned Miss Universe 2002 in San Juan, Puerto Rico, on May 29, 2002. Ms. Fedorova, who placed first in the swimsuit competition, is the first Miss Universe from her vast nation, which was kept out of the pageant world until the late 1980s. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Universe 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Miss%20Uni%202003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Amelia Vega, Miss Dominican Republic, was crowned Miss Universe 2003 on June 3, 2003, in Panama. She also won the national costume award. She is the first Dominican woman ever to win the title, though her country hosted the Miss Universe Pageant in 1977.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Miss Universe 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Miss%20Uni%202004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jennifer Hawkins - a 20-year-old 180cm-tall blonde with blue eyes - was chosen from among 80 beauty queens representing their respective countries, was crowned Miss Universe 2004.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miss Universe 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Natalie_Glebova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;23-year-old Natalie Glebova of Toronto, Canada, was crowned Miss Universe 2005 in Bangkok, Thailand, on May 30th, 2005. This coveted moment was quite an accomplishment for Natalie; just 11 years earlier she and her parents immigrated to Canada with only one wicker case filled with their belongings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS GOING TO BE THE MISS UNIVERSE 2006, LET US WAIT TILL MAY 2006 TO ADD THE LIST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113144673618350462?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113144673618350462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113144673618350462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113144673618350462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113144673618350462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/beauty-pegeants.html' title='Beauty Pegeants....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113093071982482611</id><published>2005-11-02T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T03:29:41.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW Colourful.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It somehow got into my mind today and I feel like seeing a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become a very rare site for us (people who goes to work), since we leave early, reach late and no opportunity to have a glimpse of the beauty and searched for the same in google and lucky enough to get such nice ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are desperate, please have a look :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/rain1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tring....Tring....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello...Hello....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya..., Ya..., I know..., all would love to see this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113093071982482611?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113093071982482611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113093071982482611' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113093071982482611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113093071982482611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow-colourful.html' title='WOW Colourful.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113090916349629958</id><published>2005-11-02T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:37:54.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/firecracker.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/firecracker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope all of you had a great and safe diwali.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on....Right back to work.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113090916349629958?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113090916349629958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113090916349629958' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113090916349629958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113090916349629958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113075068388039539</id><published>2005-10-31T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:40:16.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My deep condolence.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When I deeply contemplate the transient nature of human life, I realize that,from beginning to end, life is impermanent like an illusion. We have not yet heard of anyone who lived ten thousand years. There is no knowing whether I will die first or others, whether death will occur today or tomorrow. We depart one after another more quickly than the dewdrops on the roots or the tips of the blades of grasses. we may have radiant faces in the morning, but by evening we may turn into white ashes.Once the winds of impermanence have blown, our eyes are instantly closed and our breath stops forever. Family and relatives will gather and grieve, but all to no avail?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspite of all these logics, I cannot withhold myself against the agony I face now. Year after year, the year passes by, Diwali passes by, but my thoughts for Sai.....never gets sunk. That too especially when Diwali approaches.....Its b'cos, I lost my friend Sai, one week before Diwali. When I was studying in MCC, we had a group of friends, out of which Sai is the one best who could make others laugh &amp; laugh &amp;amp; laugh &amp; laugh....... He cracks instant jokes and every word from his mouth, comes out as a joke and everyone loved being with him always. We both used to share everything and he cares for me a lot. He had a girl friend and use to tell a lot about her and in short and sweet we were very good friends. He is the only close friend (in opposite sex) in those days whom I can trust with..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is a good dancer, sportsmen (especially cricket), extrovert and humourous guy. He used to teach us dance steps during college culturals. Not only me who admires him for his character, but all of us in the gang loves him madly. After the college days, he got a job (through Sports quota) and posted in Udumelpet. We use to be in touch regularly. Probably after his 9 months service, the Diwali fast approached and he wrote a big letter, enquiring about the friends, my family, me and by career and so on....... It was ofcourse a touching letter..........He also had mentioned that he would be in Chennai to meet me during Diwali. It was that I received his letter just a week before Diwali, awaiting his arrival. Suddenly, after 2 days, I saw one of my college mate on the road side on my return after the days work. He got hold of me and asked "Do you know something about Sai ?????? I was happy, thinking that he is about to tell on his (Sai's)arrival and casually said 'NO', without realising that I am going to undergo such a great shock !!!. He said, "Sai is no more" !!!! Even now I could imagine the state in which I was at that time..... I could not enquire further details about him, I felt like a lump in my throat. He told about the incident, how he has dead (It seems, he was driving bullet with his cousin backing and there started drizzling and to resisit the rain he had lowered his face and dashed against a bullock cart unknowingly...). I could not stand anymore and I left to my house. As soon as I saw my mom, I started crying.....without telling the reason. She too loves him very much and I cried endlessly for 2 days.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, whenever Diwali approaches, his memories cherish my thoughts deeply and I'm trying to hold back these tears I have inside and this pain is killing me because I miss him a lot.....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endlessly searching for another substitute at best as he can, but it never can be filled.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the poem I dedicate to Sai :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was young&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His life had just begun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of a sudden it was taken away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only if God could see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How he could of turned out to be....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain was the cause....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still cry to this day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He would have been 32 this year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I envision him in my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As clear as I would in a mirror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only if God could see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much he meant to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why won't the sorrow disappear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't I stop shedding the tears?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never told him how much I cared &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or how much I enjoyed the things we shared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of mind is filled with hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I lost my very good friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel he's here…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For he'd be alive today……&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I wouldn't think of reasons "Why?" to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a gift, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Given and taken at some&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknown time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your time came too soon -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your life was over in a flash.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fun you shared,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The joy you brought,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All just a memory -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/pinkwreath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113075068388039539?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113075068388039539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113075068388039539' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113075068388039539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113075068388039539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-deep-condolence.html' title='My deep condolence.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113074183022872851</id><published>2005-10-30T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:57:10.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human psychology...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If ten lamps are in one place,    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;each differs in form from another;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet you can't distinguish whose radiance is whose    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you focus on the light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(unless and otherwise u r thorough with the classification of minds of others.....This is possible only when u r very close to the other.....(many a times it is more difficult, eventhough u r close))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113074183022872851?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113074183022872851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113074183022872851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113074183022872851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113074183022872851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/human-psychology.html' title='Human psychology...'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113056857533537773</id><published>2005-10-29T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:49:35.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetable carvings.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/vegetable%20carvings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/vegetable%20carvings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carvings made out of vegetables by students at the International Chef's Day celebrations at SRM Institute of Hotel Management at Kattankulathur, near Chennai, on October 17, 2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope everyone could see the Tortoise engraved on vegetables, so artistically.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113056857533537773?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113056857533537773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113056857533537773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113056857533537773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113056857533537773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/vegetable-carvings.html' title='Vegetable carvings.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113056649644779854</id><published>2005-10-29T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:14:56.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krishna's.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't resist posting all these Krishna's till next Gokulashtami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/krishna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/KrishnawithYashoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/KrishnawithYashoda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/krishna"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/krishna%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/krishna4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/krishna4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/krishna1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113056649644779854?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113056649644779854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113056649644779854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113056649644779854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113056649644779854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/krishnas.html' title='Krishna&apos;s.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113049506176728155</id><published>2005-10-28T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:44:27.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali wishes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/deepam.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/deepam.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Festival of Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WISH YOU ALL A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/8455-001-09-1027.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/diwali_picture2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/fireworks2-s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/fireworks1-s.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/fireworks3-s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113049506176728155?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113049506176728155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113049506176728155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113049506176728155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113049506176728155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/diwali-wishes.html' title='Diwali wishes.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113048611225393925</id><published>2005-10-28T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:42:35.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It was raining heavily yes'day.....probably after 5 or 6 years in Chennai.....lasted nearly for 40 hours, non-stop rain..... It had started on 26th Evening, 5 O' clock and ended only on 27th Night, probably at around 2 O'clock. Everywhere water logging, Trains being stopped, Buses in a mess, auto fellows enjoying collecting thrice the regular amount and so on......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I was thinking whether to get ready to office or not, but then, received a call from my colleague that the office is closed and I was happy about it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Enjoyed the whole day, watching the rain, eating, sleeping, playing with my son, but can't watch the TV (due to electricity off), indulged in very little work..... No mood to do anything innovative, felt lazy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rain dews - windscreen view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/windscreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colourful protest against Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/colourful%20protest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113048611225393925?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113048611225393925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113048611225393925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113048611225393925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113048611225393925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/rain-again.html' title='Rain again....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113032352798111056</id><published>2005-10-26T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T03:48:24.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of the world !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The flowers are beautiful !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its too bad that I could not see or capture the photographs of such a nice ones !!!&lt;br /&gt;I know that all would enjoy the unusual flower gallery !!!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know the exact names of these, but desperate to describe them now !!!&lt;br /&gt;Find how suitable it is !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White magic with dart in centre.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/white%20beauty5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/white%20beauty5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creamy velvet embeded with pink stars.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/velvette%20flower3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/velvette%20flower3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby pink velvet embedded with red stars.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/star%20flower3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/star%20flower3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A queen with a crown.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/small%20crow%20flower4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/small%20crow%20flower4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ning, but for the colour combination.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/rose%20color%20flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/rose%20color%20flower2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green cone ice.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Green%20Ice1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just delivering the new baby.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/flower%20with%20baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/flower%20with%20baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queen of the kingdom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/flower%20kingdom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/flower%20kingdom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cups being served at the dining table.....l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/cup%20flower2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113032352798111056?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113032352798111056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113032352798111056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113032352798111056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113032352798111056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/wonders-of-world.html' title='Wonders of the world !!!'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113031785938010477</id><published>2005-10-26T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:43:06.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firecrackers round the year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/russelia_equisetiformis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/russelia_equisetiformis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why to wait for Diwali.....&lt;br /&gt;Firecrackers round the year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This flower is known as Russelia, also known as Firecracker plant, Coral plant, Fountain plant.  This can be effectively grown as hanging plant for maximum effect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113031785938010477?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113031785938010477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113031785938010477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113031785938010477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113031785938010477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/firecrackers-round-year.html' title='Firecrackers round the year....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-113030306022775557</id><published>2005-10-25T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:04:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet evidence.....Honey is healthy for U....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/Honey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Honey1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's some sweet news: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New research provides more evidence that honey is healthy for you.Nutritionists at the University of California, Davis, found antioxidant levels go up after people eat several tablespoons of honey a day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"With honey consumption, we seem to be able to increase our body's defense system against oxidative stress," says Heidrun B. Gross, a university nutrition researcher. "This definitely makes [the case] for including honey in a healthy diet." While its reputation as a decadent sweet may make it hardly seem like a health food, honey has long been rumored to have healing powers. Some people apply it to wounds, and it's a mainstay in the cups of hot tea people drink when we have colds and flu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With grants from the National Honey Board, Gross and other researchers in the United States have been analyzing honey's effects on antioxidants, which seem to protect the body from environmental harm, such as tobacco smoke and chemicals..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The scientists found levels of antioxidants rose in the people who ate honey. Experts believe antioxidants block certain types of cell damage caused by molecules called free radicals, which are caused by exposure to tobacco smoke and some chemicals. Foods rich in antioxidants help destroy free radicals, and scientists think they reduce the risk of diseases such as cancer, heart disease and stroke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Honey has its place in a balanced, healthy diet, and should be included in a healthy diet," Gross says. Another honey expert, Nicki J. Engeseth, a University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign associate professor who has studied antioxidants and honey, agrees. The new study findings provide more evidence that honey is healthy even though 80 percent of it is sugar. "It's loaded with different compounds that appear to have strong biologic activity," she says, and honey may even have germ-killing properties.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So should you go to the market and buy pots full of honey? Researchers say it's still not clear if all honey is equal. The flavor and color of honey depends on which flowers are pollinated by the bees that produce it, and researchers don't know if some varieties are healthier to eat than others. In the case of this study, buckwheat honey comes from the buckwheat plant, is dark brown, and has a strong, distinct flavor.Honey isn't right for everyone. Babies younger than 12 months should not eat honey because they may not be able to digest it properly, says Engeseth, a Scientist. Her studies suggest that honey isn't a major factor in teeth decay, even though it's sticky and sweet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, Gross says her subjects didn't gain weight during the month they were on honey therapy. "I asked people if the honey consumption affected their eating habits, and most people answered that they felt more full after eating the honey for breakfast. It seems to keep the stomach full for a little longer, and definitely quenched their urge for sweet stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engeseth says, "We don't recommend going out and substituting fruits and vegetables with honey, "But if you're going to sweeten your tea with sugar or add it to baked goods, perhaps you could add honey instead."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-113030306022775557?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/113030306022775557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=113030306022775557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113030306022775557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/113030306022775557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/sweet-evidencehoney-is-healthy-for-u.html' title='Sweet evidence.....Honey is healthy for U....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112996453724446370</id><published>2005-10-22T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:02:17.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosses Vs. workers</title><content type='html'>When I take a long time, I am slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boss takes a long time, he is thorough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I don't do it, I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boss doesn't do it, he's too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do it without being told, I'm trying to be smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boss does the same, that is initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I please my boss, that's brown-nosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boss pleases his boss, that's co-operating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do good, my boss never remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do wrong, he never forgets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112996453724446370?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112996453724446370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112996453724446370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112996453724446370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112996453724446370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/bosses-vs-workers.html' title='Bosses Vs. workers'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112996448638991425</id><published>2005-10-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:44:14.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaadi.....</title><content type='html'>shaadi se pehlee&lt;br /&gt;k aadmi:&lt;br /&gt;Tajmahal banwana chahta hoo,&lt;br /&gt;magar Mumtajmahal milthi hi nahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaadi ke baade&lt;br /&gt;k aadmi:&lt;br /&gt;Tajmahal banwana chahta hho,&lt;br /&gt;magar Mumtajmahal marthi hi nahi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112996448638991425?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112996448638991425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112996448638991425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112996448638991425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112996448638991425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/shaadi.html' title='Shaadi.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112980980287424831</id><published>2005-10-20T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:44:54.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrimonial Sites....</title><content type='html'>Here is the list dedicated to my colleague, who always watches Shaadi.com, Why to always LOL with Shaadi.com, please gothrough rest of the sites and all is at your disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/bugging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bugged with Shaadi.com.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on....enjoy....the life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starmatrimonials.com/"&gt;http://www.starmatrimonials.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bridesandgroomsindia.com/"&gt;http://bridesandgroomsindia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiabook.com/matrimonial"&gt;http://www.indiabook.com/matrimonial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free2match.com"&gt;http://www.free2match.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamilnadumatrimonial.com"&gt;http://www.tamilnadumatrimonial.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeevansathi.com/"&gt;http://www.jeevansathi.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.get-any.com/"&gt;http://www.get-any.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifepartnerindia.com/"&gt;http://www.lifepartnerindia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harmonymatchmakers.com/"&gt;http://www.harmonymatchmakers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desihub.com/"&gt;http://www.desihub.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matrisearch.com"&gt;http://www.matrisearch.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a1im.com/"&gt;http://www.a1im.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bharatmatrimony.com/"&gt;http://www.bharatmatrimony.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freemarriage.com"&gt;http://www.freemarriage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matrimonycentre.com"&gt;http://www.matrimonycentre.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go4marriage.com/"&gt;http://www.go4marriage.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://godblessmatrimonials.com/"&gt;http://godblessmatrimonials.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://getlifepartner.com/"&gt;http://getlifepartner.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imatch4u.com/"&gt;http://www.imatch4u.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianmarriageportal.com/"&gt;http://www.indianmarriageportal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianmatchmaker.com/"&gt;http://www.indianmatchmaker.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jiljil.com/"&gt;http://www.jiljil.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marriagesolutions.com/"&gt;http://www.marriagesolutions.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matricorp.com"&gt;http://www.matricorp.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matrimonialbank.com/"&gt;http://www.matrimonialbank.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.123-matrimonials.com/"&gt;http://www.123-matrimonials.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matrimonialsindia.com/"&gt;http://www.matrimonialsindia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matrimonialonline.com/"&gt;http://www.matrimonialonline.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meetmatch.com/"&gt;http://www.meetmatch.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymatrimony.com/"&gt;http://www.mymatrimony.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matrizone.com/"&gt;http://www.matrizone.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.re-marriage.com/"&gt;http://www.re-marriage.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rishtaa.com/"&gt;http://www.rishtaa.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaadikaro.com/"&gt;http://www.shaadikaro.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singlesindia.net/"&gt;http://www.singlesindia.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starmatrimonials.com/"&gt;http://www.starmatrimonials.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swayamwara.com/"&gt;http://www.swayamwara.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesmatrimonials.net/"&gt;http://www.timesmatrimonials.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vivaah.com/"&gt;http://www.vivaah.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmarriages.com/"&gt;http://www.webmarriages.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthsindia.com/"&gt;http://www.youthsindia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112980980287424831?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112980980287424831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112980980287424831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112980980287424831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112980980287424831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/matrimonial-sites.html' title='Matrimonial Sites....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112963161790735848</id><published>2005-10-18T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T03:33:37.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To touch.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dew%20drops.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To touch lightly or gently: flowers that were kissed by dew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dew%20drops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dew1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dew1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dew21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dew2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dew2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dew3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dew3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dew4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dew4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/dew5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/dew5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112963161790735848?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112963161790735848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112963161790735848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112963161790735848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112963161790735848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-touch.html' title='To touch.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112962881310404003</id><published>2005-10-18T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:46:18.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KISS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/Kiss.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Kiss.gif" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the kissing was pleasant, proper, and a sincere token of affection, it predicts happiness and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If eyes are the portals to the soul, then lips are the corridor to the mind. We react to thoughts with a smile, express love with words and intentions with a kiss. A kiss can say many things that are difficult to put into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss is something that you cannot give without taking, and cannot take without giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the kiss is that it translates into every language and religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientific fact is that kissing signals our brains to produce oxytocin, which is a hormone that causes a good feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Kissing is an art and a highly individual and personal expression of affection and love," said John L. Ferri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous."-Ingrid Bergman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps one of the most important health aspects about kissing is that mothers transfer beneficial bacteria to their babies by kissing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if you want to be happy, healthy, successful, and live longer, you should kiss your loved one before you go to work each day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112962881310404003?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112962881310404003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112962881310404003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112962881310404003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112962881310404003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/kiss.html' title='KISS....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112962826573253370</id><published>2005-10-18T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T02:37:45.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing a Meal....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The little old couple walked slowly into McDonalds that cold winter evening. They looked out of place amid the young families and young couples eating there that night. Some of the customers looked admiringly at them. You could tell what the admirers were thinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Look, there is a couple who has been through a lot together, probably for 60 years or more!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The little old man walked right up to the cash register, placed his order with no hesitation and then paid for their meal. The couple took a table near the back wall and started taking food off of the tray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was one hamburger, one order of french fries and one drink. The little old man unwrapped the plain hamburger and carefully cut it in half. He placed one half in front of his wife. Then he carefully counted out the french fries, divided them in two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife. He took a sip of the drink, his wife took a sip and then set the cup down between them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the man began to eat his few bites of hamburger the crowd began to get restless. Again you could tell what they were thinking. "That poor old couple. All they can afford is one meal for the two of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As the man began to eat his french fries one young man stood and came over to the old couples table. He politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple to eat. The old man replied that they were just fine. They were used to sharing everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the crowd noticed that the little old lady hadn't eaten a bite. She just sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink. Again the young man came over and begged them to let him buy them something to eat. This time the lady explained that no, they were used to sharing everything together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the little old man finished eating and was wiping his face neatly with a napkin the young man could stand it no longer. Again he came over to their table and offered to buy some food. After being politely refused again he finally asked a question of the little old lady.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Maam, why aren't you eating? You said that you share everything. What is it that you are waiting for?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She answered, "The teeth".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112962826573253370?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112962826573253370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112962826573253370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112962826573253370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112962826573253370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/sharing-meal.html' title='Sharing a Meal....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112935740454720825</id><published>2005-10-15T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:23:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday rituals atleast on Weekends.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrate everyday rituals, even the smallest family routines &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- like Saturday Night Pizza dinners&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-- dining under the moon with whole family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- great shopping with family members (it gives you pleasure, even if U don't buy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                   anything)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- spending times with friends and relatives (with really whom you like and love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Afternoon chats with the whole family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-- Post lunch sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Evening outings to beach and restaurants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- enough of bedtime talks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not possible everyday... atleast try at the week ends, which would definitely keep ourselves out of mental tension / work tension and also inculcates the pleasure to the whole family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112935740454720825?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112935740454720825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112935740454720825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112935740454720825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112935740454720825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/everyday-rituals-atleast-on-weekends.html' title='Everyday rituals atleast on Weekends.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112935647456179515</id><published>2005-10-14T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:07:54.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai Folks.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ability to multi-task is something genetically hard-wired into the female psyche, but with the Indian women, it is more pronounced. It is not just the case of the career women alone – several decades back, our grandmothers and great-grand mothers have managed several responsibilities simultaneously, with such effortless ease (not the least of them being raising families of large sizes) that it would put our corporate honchos to shame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey guys, don’t try to lure away the Woman’s chosen priority –would like to tap the untold potential of this segment, for the benefit of organizations which are constantly in need of talent.  I assure that women are more dedicated and sincere with any organization they work and I was….. Don’t mind whether you get recognition for what you do or perform, but keep going on your way and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“GOD WILL CERTAINLY REWARD YOU AT RIGHT TIME”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112935647456179515?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112935647456179515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112935647456179515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112935647456179515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112935647456179515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/hai-folks.html' title='Hai Folks.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112928753268572381</id><published>2005-10-14T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:48:28.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;16th Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is supposed to be the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Boss's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to say this to ______, eventhough Iam not with him now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Just wanted to let you know.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I am really glad I worked for you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Boss1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am posting it so early, b'cos 16th is going to be Sunday and I can't touch the system. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112928753268572381?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112928753268572381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112928753268572381' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112928753268572381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112928753268572381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/bosss-day.html' title='Boss&apos;s Day'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112928493801802443</id><published>2005-10-14T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:49:30.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about Microwaving.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had read this article in web and would like to post this for others. I think, this way, the message is spread widely, instead of a normal scientific posting in WWW (world wide web).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you find this posting about the hazards of microwaving as disturbing as I do? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carcinogenic toxins could be leached from plastic or paper plates or covers and mix with your food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegetables and other food lose valuable, cancer-fighting nutrients when cooked in the microwave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The chemical structure of food changes when microwaved, with unknown consequences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Male and female hormone production is shut down and/or altered by continually eating microwaved foods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continual ingestion of microwaved food causes immune system deficiencies through lymph gland and blood serum alterations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating microwaved food causes loss of memory, concentration, emotional instability, and a decrease of intelligence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing these facts, would really change one's relationship with the microwave (but definitely a point of hindrance for my Tupperware business for Microwave Containers, though.....).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112928493801802443?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112928493801802443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112928493801802443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112928493801802443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112928493801802443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/facts-about-microwaving.html' title='Facts about Microwaving.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112927369958769737</id><published>2005-10-14T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:08:19.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokiarians.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Having mobile in hand is something prestigious now-a-days (rather than its usefulness). I find people going craze with new mobiles introduced in the market. Nokia is one of the best to introduce new models now and then and here is the baby of this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Nokiarians…… here is your dream mobile……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Nokia%20N701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This month Nokia has spotlight the Nokia N70 - a beautifully designed, compact and easy-to-use 3G smartphone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folks…..Enjoy….!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112927369958769737?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112927369958769737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112927369958769737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112927369958769737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112927369958769737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/nokiarians.html' title='Nokiarians.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112920494102157736</id><published>2005-10-13T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:50:58.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening mazhai.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was yesterday Evening, we had a very good rain in Chennai &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(I swear, please believe me !!!!)&lt;/span&gt; and could see all the places with water and greeny ofcourse &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;{Here and there pits filled with black waters (I suppose, it was black ((could not judge the colour))&lt;/span&gt; and difficult to find the proper road to proceed further}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the most when it is raining, is to sing..... &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(within myself)&lt;/span&gt; and also to listen melodies of my choice. It was raining hard, but I had to leave the office and join in the rain to make myself present in the house by time, but for my Son. He always wanders for me the time I normally reach home and I don't want to deject him by going late.. I kept waiting for it to mellow down, but my impatience took over for a change. I could not even pick up my umbrella (b'cos I left it on an auto the previous day) and went out to face the lashing water and the occassional thunder. I feel like liberated when I am out in the rain for some reason. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;From Besant Nagar to Guindy went through a special bus which costs thrice the price of normal ones (the bus was pouring like Konay falls not leaving a seat dried inspite of paying trible the amount. Probably this is the reason to name it as Special Deluxe) )So i walked in the rain after getting down the bus, but not alone, there were a few more people braving the outpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way crossing the miniature ponds and lakes and ofcourse it was a great adventure to cross the Sanatorium station road to my house. I was totally drenched (not worried for it, but I ought to pick my son from Mom's place and is not advisable at that time) and was cooly walking, enjoying the rain (but cautiously walking). I could say this opportunity I had only after 2/3 years in Chennai. I felt the happiness in all others too....who accompanied me in walking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, here my question - why Chennai does not get its share of rainfall ? Atleast a part of Mumbai's rainfall would've saved all of us from the "Hot Chennai". I guess, God have defintely heard my words and to my courtesy he has gifted all of us with such a good rain for the whole night. Afterall, it brings a great joy to all of us and wanted much more rains like this to save ourselves from the water scarcity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At this point, I would like to mention that Jayalalitha's plan of "Kudineer Semippu Thittam" for each and every house is a creative one. I find the whole water draining into the well is really cute and kept appraising the idea incorporated by the Government.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112920494102157736?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112920494102157736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112920494102157736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112920494102157736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112920494102157736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/evening-mazhai.html' title='Evening mazhai.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112909345104298427</id><published>2005-10-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:51:43.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Golu.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/human%20golu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/human%20golu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/Human%20Golu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/Human%20Golu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; As today, the 12th Oct, 2005 is the last day for Golu and Vijayadasami Day, we all will see a different Golu ---&gt; Human Golu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112909345104298427?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112909345104298427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112909345104298427' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112909345104298427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112909345104298427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/human-golu.html' title='Human Golu.....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112911314282201985</id><published>2005-10-12T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T05:04:21.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertaining....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today the climate is too lovely, but in Cat on Wall position, by thinking whether to rain or not. This gloomy climate is really good and this type of climate being experienced in Chennai has become very rare scenario now-a-days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoyed the lunch outside with Vanathi today and ofcourse enjoyed the outside afternoon climate and wanted to loiter around the whole Besant Nagar and to be present in the Beach besides lots of people who craze towards beach, but for this climate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Bosses around.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No much of calls.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No electricity around..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No AC around.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fun.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Except for the power technology of the PC's UPS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its really great, inspite of no current, I could post this.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside, a heart throbbing song, "Sirichi Srichi varan China Thana Doi". I like this song very much and really a enjoyable song, if one is in good mood. The dance steps are different and music is very entertaining. I also admire the girl who is dancing, WOW.... deadly structure...... Seems to be she is a BE Architect student and got entry through this song and demanded a lump sum.... I really wonder how could she get into it, inspite of a very good profession she has choosen....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atleast some entertainment for us today. Thanks for the auto stand fellows who has arranged for the stereos around....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112911314282201985?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112911314282201985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112911314282201985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112911314282201985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112911314282201985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/entertaining.html' title='Entertaining....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112909770657008294</id><published>2005-10-11T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:54:31.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is English easy ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Tupperware colleague Dhanalakshmi (also my friend) had come to my house last week. She had gone to one of her friend's house and we were planning to go out for giving the dresses for stiching. I was waiting for her since long time and I SMS'ed her "Getting late, come fast", to my surprise, I received her return message as "where ?". I was really getting nervous and out of control.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she arrived, my first question was "What sms u've sent me ?", she asked for the number I sms'ed and she confirmed that number doesn't belongs to her. Then only I realised that I've stored somebody's number from where she has called as her number. After this SMS, i immediately got a call from this number and there was a guy on the line and I was literally telling him sorry for the SMS and cleared him that this is meant for my friend and by mistake I've sent to him who is really not known to me. He said, "it's OK, don't ask me anymore sorry and let's become friends" !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was just wondering, how a guy could become a friend of a girl who is totally new to him !!!! I said, "No and Iam not interested".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After sometime, I received an SMS from this guy(not known to me) which is copied below for everyone's view. Eventhough I don't want to make friendship with him, I liked his SMS which is given below :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who said English is easy ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fill this blank with yes or no ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;___ I don't have a BRAIN........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first job after this is to delete that number from my Mobile. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, Dear Folks, Be careful before you save somebody's number in your Mobile !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112909770657008294?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112909770657008294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112909770657008294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112909770657008294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112909770657008294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-english-easy.html' title='Is English easy ?'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16400125.post-112909502825102641</id><published>2005-10-11T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:25:15.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Breeze....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, we had a cool breeze in the morning at around 11 O'clock and it was like sitting in the beach. Myself and my son was standing in the sit-out of our house and watching the outside world. I feel like singing Jil, Jil, Jil Jil.... (Jil or Dil ?) song from Kannathil Muthamittal holding my son tightly (as Simran does with her adapted Girl in KM) and I did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/320/kannathil-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16400125-112909502825102641?l=sumisoorya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/feeds/112909502825102641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16400125&amp;postID=112909502825102641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112909502825102641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16400125/posts/default/112909502825102641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumisoorya.blogspot.com/2005/10/cool-breeze.html' title='Cool Breeze....'/><author><name>susubala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02519065687098521475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3506/1555/1600/harmonica.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
