<?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-7929224023066673761</id><updated>2011-12-30T08:32:39.565-08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='messenger'/><category term='child'/><category term='2009'/><category term='orkut'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='value of life'/><category term='cell phone'/><category term='explore happiness'/><category term='ARR'/><category term='oscar'/><category term='search engine'/><category term='rituals'/><category term='bad words'/><category term='babri'/><category term='gtalk'/><category term='communication'/><category term='happy'/><category term='parliment'/><category term='delay'/><category term='dec 6'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='sixth sense'/><category term='brain struck'/><category term='words'/><category term='stranger'/><category term='search'/><category term='new year'/><category term='indian politics'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='Vishwak Avanan'/><category term='mother'/><category term='Intuition'/><category term='blink'/><category term='google'/><category term='unity'/><category term='funeral'/><title type='text'>Stupid ?  Not anymore</title><subtitle type='html'>eye wood lyik two phil dis plais weit sum auf mie ensytes. vun haes two upryshiat phor takyng pyen phor reding des krap. enywase thea-enks phor euvar efurts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-7767858292738173450</id><published>2010-07-17T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T01:04:44.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain struck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delay'/><title type='text'>Brain Struck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/TEFj9CThsWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JZW3evlvi3Y/s1600/92700270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/TEFj9CThsWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JZW3evlvi3Y/s400/92700270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494782920610656610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to blog... just coz i have one...&lt;br /&gt;I hit new post to write something... something interesting... and every time i reach here am so incomplete in my thoughts that it doesn't move on from the first few lines.&lt;br /&gt;Doing an analysis on why. i created a terminology "brain struck". Am not going to explain how and why i gave this terminology, rather am going to speak more about brain struck.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a conversation between two people in a meeting. One person was explaining something beautiful, his flow was great. He was interrupted by a phone call and then he missed his flow. At that point he was Brain Struck. I felt bad for him. There was a similar situation when i was explaining to someone. Someone gave me a name which i loved to hear and i was lost and brain struck. What happens here within us is very interesting. The storage information coincides with present happenings and the brain finds it hard to get aligned. If this is one such case. There is an other thing too.&lt;br /&gt;There are few things which we wanted to do for a longtime but we never do that. Like writing a blog atleast in my case. Even if we sit on a particular task, we will not be able to perform it. You think Ah! i know this.. it happens many times. Well! that true, what happens here is interesting. Any task which has to be performed needs to have acceptance from your brain/mind. When this doesn't happen. You sit on a plain word file typing and deleting words for hours and your Brain Struck.&lt;br /&gt;How to handle Brain Struck? In my little experience with these familiar situations i used various ways and zeroed on few things which worked for me.&lt;br /&gt;In the first case of Brain Struck where you find a while to get back on track, i tried restricting my brain to operate and find the historical information temporarily and had that instance saved in my present so that i can recall it once my given task is completed. Its not complicated or hard to do that. In simple words you ignore that instant completely and after your meeting/conversation/task is completed you recall what you ignored. This has worked effective for me.&lt;br /&gt;In the second case where we don't do anything, but just keep thinking that it has to be completed. I closed my eyes had 10 deep breaths and compelled myself to start something in that lines for 20 minutes and then the brain actually gave the acceptance and i was able to accomplish the task.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the brain struck is something by which we feel dis-satisfied with ourselves. So, thought of sharing it. Next time when you open any empty file and keep it for hours... realise you are brain struck and remember to try out the option.&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/7929224023066673761-7767858292738173450?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7767858292738173450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=7767858292738173450' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/7767858292738173450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/7767858292738173450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2010/07/brain-struck.html' title='Brain Struck'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/TEFj9CThsWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JZW3evlvi3Y/s72-c/92700270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-7501752794906040517</id><published>2010-01-20T04:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:13:06.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explore happiness'/><title type='text'>lil things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/S2nJDPC10bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZqkFbd3Bng8/s1600-h/94780436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/S2nJDPC10bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZqkFbd3Bng8/s400/94780436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434095482814452146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh its twenty ten. I visited my blog and i have not yet started scribbling for this year, o.m.g am i getting so busy? no way&lt;br /&gt;I know this thing, the moment you start saying your busy you will never find time for anything. A very happy new year to me and all.&lt;br /&gt;How to feel happy? this is something i used to keep wondering.&lt;br /&gt;There was once when i was too depressed and crazily stressed out. I sent a text "i will be at your home at 9" to my friend with whom i had a fight. we haven't been in touch for real longtime. I was there at my friends home meeting him after 2 years. That was a happy moment. There are many more little small things which brings so much of happiness for us and others. Being happy is sometimes a state of mind. I remember studying a article on being happy. Let me recall and put things which i remember.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, first is to forgot your past, if you carry the burden of your past memories you can never be happy. I am taking about real bad memories which keeps haunting us. second is, someone said the secret of happiness is freedom and the secret of freedom is courage. When you give a deep thought you will realize what this statement means. The point is taking responsibility for your life. Read it and think about it, you will understand. Third is to build relationships. Sometimes love becomes a need for us to stay happy and for this we need to have relationships. We love our parents, brothers, friends and so on and these people make us happy and we also share love with them. Have many passions in life. Like photography, singing, writing, dancing, business and anything you like. This will make you feel happy, the reason why many? if you do just one thing you get tired and you should never let your passion tire you. The next one is to have a positive mind set and work creatively. If you are confused or too concerned on where to start. Start with what you have and make the best or full use of your talent. Don't let your self on a struggle that to do this i need that and so on. And the last one is to make others happy, this is also something which i do.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to start my first blog of twenty ten in a happy note. Now, it makes sense to wish you a very happy new year.&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/7929224023066673761-7501752794906040517?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7501752794906040517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=7501752794906040517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/7501752794906040517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/7501752794906040517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/lil-things.html' title='lil things'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/S2nJDPC10bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZqkFbd3Bng8/s72-c/94780436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-856608918274014563</id><published>2009-11-27T23:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:36:56.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phone'/><title type='text'>Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SxDzyTOp30I/AAAAAAAAAHA/CaCP9UcN14A/s1600/93188285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SxDzyTOp30I/AAAAAAAAAHA/CaCP9UcN14A/s400/93188285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409091197952712514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been receiving waves of feedback for my past few blogs. The feedback said, my blogs are boring these days and doesn't really make things interesting. Well! i felt the same too... after reading it couple of times :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks all for the feedback provided to me over the phone, e-mails and all other ways. Actually it is only handful of them. I just wanted to blog this.. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why waves? What waves? i guess that's the best distant communication till date... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Communication industry over the past decade has changed our lifestyles to a great extent. The list of things which we have personalized for us is way too much... we all have a number these days, e-mail ids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt; and orkut accounts, a twitter id, a chat id. So, many ways to say a hi :). I was watching the TV commercial for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;airtel&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vodafone&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aircel&lt;/span&gt; or something (almost every ad looks d same), they were all communicating about saying one word... Well! and there was an other commercial which said live every moment and wherever you go we follow stuffs. How true, i live every moment and the network follows me everywhere i go too (no  matter whatever service i use)... Like, i was in my deep sleep and was in a dreamland... and i received a call (i have some funny ring-tones too)... the person said "sorry to disturb you at this time, but its important". Well! i did live every moment and wherever i go it did follow too... even in my dreams. At that living moment i thought life sucks and i strongly disliked following stuff too. sometimes its good if nothing follows you and u live your every moment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean things have changed these days... Lets assume you have been invited for lunch at someones home. Years back the people who had invited u will prepare a tasty food and wait until u come for lunch. These days, you receive a call in the morning conforming the time (if they don't call... u give a call to them) and then a call when you start from your home... and then provide a update about traffic to them and finally you give a call when your 10 minutes away from their home. why these many calls... people these days don't have patience or may be tolerance. They e-mail you and expect a reply within hours. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The waves of communication have changed our world. Welcome to our new world. Kids these days have access to everything with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. People speak and exchange texts even at late night hours.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking deep inside on how we should be managing our children in this new age of unlimited exposure. I thought these could be the probable things we have to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teach them tolerance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't allow them to have a personal e-mail id. Create a common e-mail id for your kids which can be accessed by you and your wife.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't encourage kids to own them a cell phone. Let them use either of your number or the home telephone number.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Create browsing restrictions for your kids in your home computer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all these at least until your kid is 16 or 18. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These can be the vital factors in future. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the good things about these developments. But, there is also a flip side which i think we need to see.&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/7929224023066673761-856608918274014563?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/856608918274014563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=856608918274014563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/856608918274014563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/856608918274014563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/waves.html' title='Waves'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SxDzyTOp30I/AAAAAAAAAHA/CaCP9UcN14A/s72-c/93188285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-4139569325671923064</id><published>2009-11-24T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:14:25.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dec 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babri'/><title type='text'>Neither is Ram worried nor Allah is... But I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SwxVXj4GDDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JVLnLvcj_cE/s1600/babri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SwxVXj4GDDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JVLnLvcj_cE/s400/babri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407791115820993586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Do you think British were the only people who implemented divide and rule at India? I guess they thought and few people here at the independent nation are still experimenting the same option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was hearing the news again about the demolition of mosque after 17 years as the Headlines. It was worrying deep inside of me that the country will once again fall apart. Well! am not going to talk about BJP or Shiv Sena or any other uncivilized or civilized political party. Am not so knowledgeable to scribble about that. All i want to say is I had a friend during those days who practiced Islam as it was the religion from his ancestor days and on Dec 6th during one of the very old years some incident took place somewhere by which he was affected. And it took day for us to bring him back to normality. I stay in a place where when i walk on the road i will find Abraham, Ibrahim and Brahmans walking along the streets seeing no difference in their religions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I only wish... few people who love the British way don't let us again to the dark days which they did years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If one thinks what is the real purpose of religion... and the reason we pray God... These ill-beneficial activities will not happen. I guess people are lazy to think deep and straight. Many times it makes me wonder... no matter how many sensible people live in this world... still things happen...&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/7929224023066673761-4139569325671923064?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4139569325671923064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=4139569325671923064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/4139569325671923064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/4139569325671923064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/neither-is-ram-worried-nor-allah-is-but.html' title='Neither is Ram worried nor Allah is... But I am...'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SwxVXj4GDDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JVLnLvcj_cE/s72-c/babri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-6157644100517811988</id><published>2009-11-04T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:13:52.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parliment'/><title type='text'>all that counts... matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SvXi3nLQl1I/AAAAAAAAACc/VNd7PrT5eCE/s1600-h/83902275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SvXi3nLQl1I/AAAAAAAAACc/VNd7PrT5eCE/s400/83902275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401472773137667922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;It has been a longtime since i had blogged. I almost forgot that I used to blog. Well! today i just thought i need to scribble something... don't ask me why... even if you ask... i wouldn't know it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thought process doesn't really kick... nothing is coming out and don't know on what topic to write... May be i can try triple benefits... well that is something i think my clients should be getting it... may be i can try Indian politics... this is something which i wouldn't know much... but may be i can give a shot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I was in discussion with some person sometime back... he was talking about nanden nillkani... the infosys guy... it seems he wrote a mail to his colleague about his first day experience in the great Indian Parliament... and the mail was leaked and forwarded to many... Well! for me to believe to that story... i have to be Stupid... Well as you all know am not anymore... I would say he is a good politician on day one... you should be knowing it why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Indian politics is well crafted and the people to whom we cast our vote really make a difference.... i have always believed in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Our political system is simple to view and complex to be a part of it. India is a middle class dominated country, and this class see no much change in their way of life no matter who rules. And sadly, these votes set the background of the rulers. This is what perhaps creating the best political system to perform below expectations. In so many years, i have seen the drive for me from chennai to bangalore is good. The drive on the ecr is cool. Easing the traffic through the over-bridge is awesome. Growth in rural education is welcoming. and lot more to add. The big truth of our political system is that, how much ever corrupt a person in the political system is... if he fails to perform he vanishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I guess, the day we start appreciating our politicians things will change in a faster pace.&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/7929224023066673761-6157644100517811988?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6157644100517811988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=6157644100517811988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/6157644100517811988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/6157644100517811988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-that-counts-matters.html' title='all that counts... matters'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SvXi3nLQl1I/AAAAAAAAACc/VNd7PrT5eCE/s72-c/83902275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-5045186969676671507</id><published>2009-04-02T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:03:39.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search engine'/><title type='text'>s...e...a...r...c...h............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/Sde81TvOMXI/AAAAAAAAACU/DZiGJ2dUptk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/Sde81TvOMXI/AAAAAAAAACU/DZiGJ2dUptk/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320929108778955122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is one word every human has it common. Searching for the right leader, searching for terrorists, searching for peace, searching for hints, searching for love, searching... searching... and searching... the search never ends in our life.&lt;br /&gt;Recently Google completed some x number of years since they first launched... The worlds popular search engine. It is so interesting that whatever you want to know... type it and you find results. Even if you want to know Where is God or Where is Prabhakaran or Where is truth. If you were in search of these then you would realize your search would yield millions of results. As i belong to this wonderful industry of the world wide web and information technology, i was feeling good that utilizing the world in which i operate knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;This is what we are today, part of the virtual world. Where you will find answers but not the correct answer. Its a different world where we are making our livelihoods. We have adopted a life style where we are not truthful in ourselves and many times we hide ourselves from us.&lt;br /&gt;Humans ability to keep focused and use their gifted brains to search and find answers is a awesome process. The way in which we search for things today has taken a different form. It is time bounded... It settles on approximate and assumption rather than accurate and conclusion. Few days back i closed my eyes and was doing my own self analysis, where i asked my self simple questions... how truthful am i, have i done at least 10 good things for the society for the past 10 years... may be even 1... when was the last time i searched something desperately which my heart wanted to do... and few more questions... the results were not satisfactory...&lt;br /&gt;May be we need to optimize our search to yield perfect and appropriate results.&lt;br /&gt;Am incomplete.... Am in search of many things...&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/7929224023066673761-5045186969676671507?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5045186969676671507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=5045186969676671507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/5045186969676671507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/5045186969676671507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2009/04/search.html' title='s...e...a...r...c...h............'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/Sde81TvOMXI/AAAAAAAAACU/DZiGJ2dUptk/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-2855075674318722468</id><published>2009-02-23T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:45:55.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Real Indian Celebrations at Oscar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SaLDuzf8qDI/AAAAAAAAABs/MbueZ1pvM9U/s1600-h/sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SaLDuzf8qDI/AAAAAAAAABs/MbueZ1pvM9U/s400/sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018519861471282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a day it is at Oscar (The most respected awards for movies globally). WOW! Probably no awards until now might have been celebrated in the slums of Mumbai and at the villages of UP as what it has celebrated for Oscars.&lt;br /&gt;Oscar awards, ARR, Danny, Slumdog millionaire and Smily Pinki has given hopes and happiness to so many Indians who fight for their livelihood. This day will change their life, they have gained hopes and they will be even more optimistic about life.&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks for SM and SP team to showcase the other part of India which many Indians close their nose and eyes. Now, its the same areas which have got those awards.&lt;br /&gt;ARR, has always been my inspiration and am extremely happy for him to win the double awards back to back and make our country proud.&lt;br /&gt;It was great to watch who were walking in the red carpet along with legends like ARR, Danny, Kate, Brad and much more globally celebrated people. It was the kids from the slums of Mumbai and Pinki. What a day of hope and optimism for all those Indians who have been neglected longtime.&lt;br /&gt;Jai ho is probably not the best of ARR but undoubtedly its probably one of the ever best inspiring songs ever created in the world by any musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929224023066673761-2855075674318722468?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2855075674318722468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=2855075674318722468' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/2855075674318722468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/2855075674318722468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-indian-celebrations-at-oscar.html' title='Real Indian Celebrations at Oscar'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SaLDuzf8qDI/AAAAAAAAABs/MbueZ1pvM9U/s72-c/sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-3683193767207931472</id><published>2009-02-10T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:30:15.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Blink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SZ1rZT7SOiI/AAAAAAAAABk/olnku6qCSwY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SZ1rZT7SOiI/AAAAAAAAABk/olnku6qCSwY/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304514018702146082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on a beautiful day when i was walking in the streets which was buzzing with the various sounds of vehicle engines, horns and people's voice. In that instant my thought was wide open and started thinking what could be happening around in a moment in blink  of my eyes. what will my parents, brothers, sister-in-laws, children and friends will be doing in just a moment i had blinked my eyes. somewhere someone might have accepted the persons love. someone somewhere might be enjoying a roller-coaster ride. someone somewhere might have just joined a terrorist group. someone might have just got shot by someone. someone might have hit the ball to boundary. someone might have just got anxious because of someone. And many more things to list and all in just a blink of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It made me to think even deeper by increasing my eye click time and what more might have happened. things might have got worse, got good, or may be got settled for someone somewhere. How wonderful world where every human and other species have their own life living every microsecond. Life is what we call it. Life on earth. we are even finding possibility of such kindoff life in other terrestrial regions away from earth.&lt;br /&gt;It is also so wonderful how is that one human is connected to another in a emotional way and making their world and life a big one. Words like commitment, care, help and love attached between one human and other for which we give names as various relationships.&lt;br /&gt;When the world is so open and life is so interesting, where in every blink there is suspense in our life which gets unfolded.&lt;br /&gt;Having my mind chewed enough on what happens in a blink. realised life is a constant changing and evolving process for each one of us and no second is same as the this second, as we all know. and every human your connected to keeps thinking and their thought process also evolves with time.&lt;br /&gt;So, if there is communication block between any two humans. I would suggest to speak it out and sort it out as said my Mahatma Gandhi, this reduces the various unwanted assumptions which occupy the precious time of your blink and will ensure your mind is free and thinks productive.&lt;br /&gt;We all at least have a little control here and there in our own world to make things better. Ensure, from the next time you blink everyone is happy about you and happy for you and utmost your also happy about you and with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929224023066673761-3683193767207931472?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3683193767207931472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=3683193767207931472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/3683193767207931472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/3683193767207931472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/blink.html' title='Blink'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SZ1rZT7SOiI/AAAAAAAAABk/olnku6qCSwY/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-4172177330211960533</id><published>2009-01-25T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:31:34.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rituals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><title type='text'>The RiDe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SX1lhiqfgJI/AAAAAAAAABc/gEGeFZUSXmw/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SX1lhiqfgJI/AAAAAAAAABc/gEGeFZUSXmw/s400/0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295500363772690578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CVishwak%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;I was out of city to reach a town which is around 350 kilometers away. The person whom I was meeting took his last breath on Saturday at 6:20 AM and was never going to try to breathing once again. I was meeting him to send him safe and also burn him to ashes.&lt;br /&gt;I reached the town around 11:30 pm on the same day night. Had to rest my body to flat position at least for some 4 to 5 hours time by keeping my eyes closed. Yes! I was tired and had to sleep for 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;The sun kept rising and the stroke of the ocher fell on my eye lids demanding for the black and white rolling stuff to view the beauty. It must be around 6 in the morning as I walked out to the street and watched the house where I should be leaving in the next hour. The house had a new temporary roof made in the front with tent materials.&lt;br /&gt;I sipped the sunrise coffee, it’s an addiction for me. I will not be able to do anything if I don’t sip the coffee in the morning. I rolled the beddings and dressed my self in a unfashionable style. I stepped out of the house where I was staying to reach that house. The door was wide open and people were dropping in and dropping out. They also came for the same purpose I had come.&lt;br /&gt;The time was heading noon, everyone had paid their respect to him as he was resting in freezer box which had a intake of some 220 volts and covered with a glass top. The time was moving steadfast and it was time to get his body out to bring it to ashes.&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the house to look at the mortuary travel facility. I noticed a mortuary auto. Haven’t seen anything creative and usable like that before. The vehicle was decorated with flowers and also had a bird tied and hanging. His body was perfectly fitted in the provided rails and was taken across the small lanes showered by flowers to reach the final destination.&lt;br /&gt;The auto gave some acceleration as it was going too slow and finally engine was stopped at the electrical funeral. This was the first time I was witnessing electrical funeral. It was a touch of creativity and technology. People were gathered there too and once the body was taken out of the auto and kept at the electrical burial, a perfect situational background music was played to add more glamour to the occasion. The final formalities were completed and his body drove inside the electrical furnace. The end result a small pot of ash and probably few bones too. The remains provided was also not left, it was finally washed at shores of river of kaveri.&lt;br /&gt;Being a bachelor all his life, there were no 3rd and 10th day rituals, a sad thing I thought being a bachelor. He was leading his life in a very good manner by helping others and showering lots of love and affection for the people whom he thought they deserved it. He was my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Thought can share my experience of taking the last ride with someone.&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/7929224023066673761-4172177330211960533?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4172177330211960533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=4172177330211960533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/4172177330211960533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/4172177330211960533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/ride.html' title='The RiDe'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SX1lhiqfgJI/AAAAAAAAABc/gEGeFZUSXmw/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-734885067239992805</id><published>2008-12-15T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:25:07.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>9002 - few more days to turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was born years back. from there on until now after every 365 or 366 days a year wakes up and an other year to history.&lt;br /&gt;2008 is a year where many of my friends got married ending there bachelor life at the coffin. a year when India made its best appearance at Olympics. a year where the US president just missed the hit from 10 size shoes twice. a year where Lehman brothers crashed. a year where we hear of global economic crisis. a year when media created history making a mad rush live relay on mumbai terror attacks. a year where life seem to be different. a year where i found few new people in my life. a year where i faced different situations. a year where i realized different emotions similar to the year before and the year before.&lt;br /&gt;People say the worst is yet to be seen in 2009. A year which is awaiting for us. and am sure nothing really worst will happen. probably its one of those year where the world as a whole steps in expecting the worst.&lt;br /&gt;with just few days left for the year to come to a grand close, expecting this year to get completed with good hopes to welcome the new year in a happy note.&lt;br /&gt;To everyone Wishing a great year ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929224023066673761-734885067239992805?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/734885067239992805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=734885067239992805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/734885067239992805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/734885067239992805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/9002-few-more-days-to-turn.html' title='9002 - few more days to turn'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-6553251208701859954</id><published>2008-11-18T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:30:25.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orkut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messenger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gtalk'/><title type='text'>the online coneXen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SSMTzvjjrbI/AAAAAAAAABU/oUtKTOsVULE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SSMTzvjjrbI/AAAAAAAAABU/oUtKTOsVULE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270077768613473714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of damn world wide web. we keep meeting madhuri dixit, salman and sharukhs. what i mean is strangers whom we haven't met or have no other connection other than getting connected thro some waste of time so called social networking or some chat rooms. what a idiotic connection these are. even some end up getting married to each other. i too was going into chat rooms in very young internet days.&lt;br /&gt;as i involve myself actively in many yahoo groups activity. i find someone or other pinging out. which literally made me to run away from yahoo messenger. one boring day few months back i had a chat invite from a person. the identity of the person 24f. 24f looked like Chennai bus number 23c. that person even got to know about me a little bit as he/she was also involved reading few of my useless and idiotic mails in the groups. as the person had some doubt about solving some social rotten issues.. asked my perspective. i felt wow man... someone thinks i can be of some use to help in arriving in some unrealistic solution. then started chatting with 24f for say some 20 minutes. and then i had to justify my work... so started working. after a while 24f asked again, so what time you will be on chat next. as i was unaware of my timings, i told 24f to mail me if he/she required any help. after few days when i was checking my yahoo i saw a mail from 24f. 24f had shared the gmail id so that we can chat on yahoo messengers rival google talk. so, i added 24f to my gtalk. 24f was online most of the time on gtalk like me. 24f was saying good morning... good afternoon... and good nite... for a while i also pinged 24f back. it was during a nite time... when 24f started communicating personal stuff. and i wanted to end things there. unfortunately! 24f provided me a invite to meet in person. well! it took almost 3 months for me to go and meet her as i was in no mood in meeting strangers. but, for the sake of it... i went to meet 24f. its only then i realized she was a distant known to me... actually not 24f but 29f and due to circumstances she moved into a profession which is the worlds first profession. and she uses messengers and gtalks and socail networking stuffs to get clients. i was very depressed... i was puzzled for a moment and then gave some words to her and few minutes of genuine friendship before i left her. and then she had removed me from all contacts and also i did not try reaching her.&lt;br /&gt;Well! so all you people out there. don't encourage any online strangers. u mite end up in a deep nowhere. try to get to know some real people around instead.&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/7929224023066673761-6553251208701859954?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6553251208701859954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=6553251208701859954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/6553251208701859954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/6553251208701859954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/online-conexen.html' title='the online coneXen'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SSMTzvjjrbI/AAAAAAAAABU/oUtKTOsVULE/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-351482776125339830</id><published>2008-11-08T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:52:52.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad words'/><title type='text'>Stinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SRVmBgfm6qI/AAAAAAAAABM/I5o8lkJ83Xk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SRVmBgfm6qI/AAAAAAAAABM/I5o8lkJ83Xk/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266227515368073890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will be fucked up when someone piss me off.  My ass will be on fire if some asshole does it. I mite as well land up in deep shit. So, i better fuck off before it sucks me.&lt;br /&gt;Actually! i don't communicate using beautiful words like piss, shit, fuck, suck, asshole and so on.&lt;br /&gt;I find lot of them using it. Am talking here about Indians in general who are non-native English speakers. People use these by watching some hollywood movie and think it is fashionable to use these words. I request people to translate these sentences or words in their own mother tongue, so that they understand what they speak.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! about the gyan guys, just a thought from my mind which i want to communicate for a longtime. Next time when you speak ensure it doesn't stink :) unless it is necessary.&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/7929224023066673761-351482776125339830?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/351482776125339830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=351482776125339830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/351482776125339830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/351482776125339830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/stinks.html' title='Stinks'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SRVmBgfm6qI/AAAAAAAAABM/I5o8lkJ83Xk/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-8765203596121933355</id><published>2008-10-28T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:55:26.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left in the lurch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SQdRW02-yWI/AAAAAAAAABE/JPKtMn5W4BY/s1600-h/lurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262264142193936738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SQdRW02-yWI/AAAAAAAAABE/JPKtMn5W4BY/s400/lurch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; to be right in the lurch, but i am left in the lurch unfortunately. Its been few days of group discussion happening between me and many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;me's&lt;/span&gt; inside me. No! result drawn yet.&lt;br /&gt;Well! what is this situation all about?&lt;br /&gt;Its about everything and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;To draw a broader &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt;. global war activities, global economic crisis and situations boiling down to affect every citizen of the world from emotions, feelings and relationships. Not many is going good. At these times is where we struggle to find solutions in the limited and bright brains we have. and end up praying God hard to harder.&lt;br /&gt;At these times there is a 5 point command which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay Positive&lt;br /&gt;2. Face the situation&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't allow situation to dominate you&lt;br /&gt;4. Try to be as happy as possible&lt;br /&gt;5. Have faith and confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its at these times where our real faith and confidence is taken for test. If we are confident and have faith in ourselves we survive and walk out of the lurch finishing it, else we get surrendered in the situation and from there onwards life takes a different turn. This time we end up living our life dominated by situations. This is known as caught in the lurch.&lt;br /&gt;Its been sometime that i keep listening many things from many people and mostly its not a so good news. Sparingly i hear some good news. The end result of my hearing and also few realizations made me to write this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7929224023066673761-8765203596121933355?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8765203596121933355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=8765203596121933355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/8765203596121933355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/8765203596121933355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/left-in-lurch.html' title='Left in the lurch'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SQdRW02-yWI/AAAAAAAAABE/JPKtMn5W4BY/s72-c/lurch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-6213986073246576527</id><published>2008-10-15T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:13:29.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>I saw something today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SPZb3r1R52I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WgxNSyxViRg/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257490627218761570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SPZb3r1R52I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WgxNSyxViRg/s320/mother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was during the late evening time, my head was spinning and i had to leave for home. I dropped to sip a tea in a road corner shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was sipping my tea, i saw a mother and a child walking in the corner of the road. From the movement i had my eye on them and until they vanished all i was hearing and watching is a mother cursing her child. &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 saw tears flowing from the Childs eyes and demanding love from the heartless woman, who unfortunately happens to be his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident really touched me and made me to realize not all mothers are great, and not all humans are good. Thankful to God, I have the best mother with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929224023066673761-6213986073246576527?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6213986073246576527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=6213986073246576527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/6213986073246576527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/6213986073246576527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-saw-something-today.html' title='I saw something today'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SPZb3r1R52I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WgxNSyxViRg/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-8885254251374302499</id><published>2008-10-05T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:14:44.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sixth sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intuition'/><title type='text'>Sense at Level 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SOixp3AcKLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HeF6sndQQWY/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253644298026231986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SOixp3AcKLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HeF6sndQQWY/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sixth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; in we humans is a amazing thing which we possess apart from the five &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;senses&lt;/span&gt; of smell, touch, vision, hearing and taste. We call our sixth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Intuition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; is a power which goes beyond practicality of life. Like Love at First Sight, Confidence and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we humans just neglect what our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intuition&lt;/span&gt; says and surrender to the word PRACTICAL. The great people of the world were the strong followers of their sixth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;, like Mahatma Gandhi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Galileo&lt;/span&gt;, Einstein, Edison, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ramanujan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aryabhata&lt;/span&gt; and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are small ways in which we can realise our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;intuition&lt;/span&gt; power. Like sometimes you feel someone is watching you and when u turn around you find a person. Or sometimes before someone utters a word you know what he/she is going to speak. Or You think of a person and the phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lot of incidents in my life where the sixth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; played a vital role. One such incident was during a time when i was suffering from group of diseases and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;admitted&lt;/span&gt; in the hospital. It must be around mid time when no when was around and i was not able to breathe and i was not able to shout or even speak to call someone. Slowly my breathing was getting worst. it was very suffocating and i was loosing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt; slowly... at this hour my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;intuition&lt;/span&gt; said someone will be there in few moments and hold yourself... when i turned, i saw my dad and then i was saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally intuition means “inner sight”. Other meanings are 'inner consciousness' or 'inner knowledge'. Originally the word is Latin. According to the dictionary intuition is 'immediate mental apprehension without reasoning; immediate insight.' It is something that we all take for granted, yet is it not remarkable that somehow we can come to correct conclusions without having all the fact to hand and without using reason? How is it that we can form an immediate assessment of a person the first time we meet them and find that our initial insight is proved to be correct. And why is it that we can sometimes make a correct guess at a direction to travel or guess the answer to a question and get it exactly right. This is what we call the presence of sixth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when i run out of solution and my mind will have thousands of questions to answer, I call it as confusion. At these times i approach God to show me some sign and my inner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt; rises with clarity and it will ensure my mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;settles&lt;/span&gt; in peace and i am able to enjoy the happiness of the present moment. This inner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt; is what i call it as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;intuition&lt;/span&gt; and it is often accompanied with confidence. In many mysteries surrounding us, i never understood this Intuition to a great extent but i just follow it. So far it has been so good.&lt;br /&gt;So, at times i ask you not to surrender to the word Practical and just follow what your intuition says. May be Intuition is the way in which God is in constant touch with us and communicates to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929224023066673761-8885254251374302499?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8885254251374302499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=8885254251374302499' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/8885254251374302499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/8885254251374302499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/sense-at-level-6.html' title='Sense at Level 6'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SOixp3AcKLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HeF6sndQQWY/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-3266534214321417856</id><published>2008-09-13T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T05:22:07.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='value of life'/><title type='text'>Is Value of Life ChNAged with time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SOixViF27mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rP_ucmCo-gQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253643948814429794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SOixViF27mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rP_ucmCo-gQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the night hours of a day, i was watching a classic Tamil movie in sun tv just the day after I watched a recent Indian movie in the theatres. The way in which value of life dealt was entirely different in movies those days and movies these days. Considering the fact that the movies are reflection of life. Loyalty was meant to be a normal thing those days and betrayal was a occasional incident. And today we people search for loyalty and trust has been the costliest thing in the world and act of betrayal and lies are normal. Even relationships were given a great value those days and these days we talk of right of homosexuality and justify pre marital and post marital affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thinking on these lines reminded me Darwins theory of evolution. His theory was derived from the basis of five observations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Species have great fertility. They make more offspring than can grow to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;2) Populations remain roughly the same size, with modest fluctuations.&lt;br /&gt;3) Food resources are limited, but are relatively constant most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;From these three observations it may be inferred that in such an environment there will be a struggle for survival among individuals.&lt;br /&gt;4) In sexually reproducing species, generally no two individuals are identical. Variation is rampant.&lt;br /&gt;5) Much of this variation is heritable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This states that the foundation is widely the same but, his theory also states that there is constant improvement in the species. Is the human species of these days are more prone to face disappointments and keep moving ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I happen to meet people and it was very interesting learning their perception of life. which was widely "if you feel like doing it, do it" which was revolving around a selfish circle and respecting only their selfish motives. Is that... our own human species have changed and evolved to a new version of species? Is that we need to accept that this is a change and move forward or hold and keep reminding ourselves and others the value of life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In today's world according to my view human life is dominated by greed and lust and the value of real life will soon be a dream of mankind. and may be movie makers instead of shooting a sci-fi movie will be shooting a movie based on value of life, which we generally term it as circle of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever may it be. I strongly believe we have options to lead the life the way we want to lead. Lets choose the option which has got a long-term benefit rather than fulfilling our short term desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929224023066673761-3266534214321417856?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3266534214321417856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=3266534214321417856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/3266534214321417856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/3266534214321417856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-value-of-life-chnaged-with-time.html' title='Is Value of Life ChNAged with time?'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SOixViF27mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rP_ucmCo-gQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-7107869398545955860</id><published>2008-08-28T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:17:12.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vishwak Avanan'/><title type='text'>W O R D S (S W O R D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SPZdn1X0V5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/T-Mnf_mGrWw/s1600-h/42-19845891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257492553924892562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SPZdn1X0V5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/T-Mnf_mGrWw/s320/42-19845891.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Does words mislead? or Words gives you clarity?... Well! repeatedly asking these questions and finding answers, and also went to an extent of stealing this word "language deaf" from a blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What did Osho say... what did some guy say... What did your friend say... Its all words... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was involved in a debating conversation with one of my friend who was insisting that words need to be spoken and taking my ears out and demanding me to accept Yes.. words are essential... by the end we ended up changing topic with some other words... like movies... music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After a tiring conversation i saw my daughter who is only few months old... was enjoying the small sound she cutely makes and the smile she spreads... Also few days before i happen to see a expression which was so exciting... and see the sparkle of happiness in her face... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When i reached my house for the first time when i was in the hostel and watching my family... Reaching to a see a person whom you had missed for ages crossing the greenery and watching the person waving hands... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With all these running in my head Felt Words are just, good for communication and business... Happiness, satisfaction and peace is achieved only when emotions transact... like the laughter of my daughter... sparkle of happiness in a person eyes whom you had missed for ages... sense of relaxation watching my family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Having said so many things... the fact also remains that... words are very powerful... You can hurt a person or comfort them by using words... We can call it as word power. Words are used to express once self... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Life is a beautiful place with so many emotions to realize... sometimes by hearing words... sometimes watching expressions... sometimes speaking out words... sometimes giving out expressions... The beauty of life can be enhanced when these are truthful and it can make things worst if those are fake... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am done for now... thanks for dropping to read it.&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/7929224023066673761-7107869398545955860?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7107869398545955860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=7107869398545955860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/7107869398545955860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/7107869398545955860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/w-o-r-d-s-s-w-o-r-d.html' title='W O R D S (S W O R D)'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPgHPDhNi1g/SPZdn1X0V5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/T-Mnf_mGrWw/s72-c/42-19845891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-5008207415036124790</id><published>2008-06-06T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:55:44.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vishwak Avanan'/><title type='text'>Xp-err--hence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I am a person who has been growing along with microsoft products... first it was dos and then the advanced version of dos in which i played games like paranoid... dave... and then came windows 3.1... i was calling it wow... its amazing... those days it used to take around 20 minutes for the system to boot... but it was ok... was introduced to few more amazing features like wordpad... paint... and then came mac... i learned manythings using mac.... and then windows 95...98... and then xp...&lt;br /&gt;we all know xp is great and also for its errors too...&lt;br /&gt;Actually! just for the title i had to write such a boring stuff... i was about to blog on something else which is even more boring... well lemme do it...&lt;br /&gt;It was early in the morning and it was today like getting all things rite... the way in which the day unfolded was interesting. The first thing was to get the presentation done for a meeting in the first half of the day... had everything on place and when i went to the place... it was like oops... there was no need of meeting at all.... as they had freezed on things just a day before... i tried my level best to convince them for the presentation... i was working almost a month for this presentation... Well! they cut a sweet sorry for me to taste it when i left that place... it was approaching 1 in the noon and this one was also an important meeting as well... almost everything had been done and they had freezed on us... so the day was to get the documents done and contract signed... yet again it was so unfortunate as they had someother issues and they had to go up with someone else... and they too gave me a sweet sorry for me to taste... i had two more meetings that day... and those were also important... It was approaching 4 in the evening... and it was time for me to get things rite and move forward for the meeting... went to the place and waited for an hour and at last they turned up... the result was a bit different... they said due to other priorities they have put this project on hold and they might be taking it again after couple of months... now the last one... it was scheduled at 8:30 in the nite.... it was with a vip guy... this time the project was half way through and was payment time... thought should be a cool game... went there and was waiting... waiting... it was 9:30... and this guy turned up and gave peanuts... and thats the way the cookie crumbled....&lt;br /&gt;Well! the four meetings had different outputs and initially i thought nothing went rite... took things together on that night and thought should get things done... did a small research and analysis stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Well! in the second meeting on the day the reason the people said was due to some issues they had to go with someone else even though we were freezed... actually that was helpful for me to find the gateway for the first meeting... thought once someone is freezed... still things can change... afterall its a business world... laid a good foundation and in three days time the destiny was changed... the guy who made me to taste a sweet sorry in the first meeting three days later he did that for someone else and we were in...&lt;br /&gt;now for the second meeting... when something is freezed then it has to be that way... so... yet again laid a foundation there for the gateway and within a week time destiny changed yet again... we were in again...&lt;br /&gt;for the third meeting... have laid a foundation and waiting for the result... for this last meeting the guy who gave me peanuts... gave him back the same... and then he realised and released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually! that day made me to realize... that no day is bad day... Its only that we need to have the mindset to learn from things... Just in case if things had gone smoothly on that day... then i wouldn't have learned things... sometimes in life whatever we learn from the tough times are of great value when we want to taste success...&lt;br /&gt;well! thats it for now... thanks for dropping in to read...&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/7929224023066673761-5008207415036124790?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5008207415036124790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=5008207415036124790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/5008207415036124790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/5008207415036124790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2008/06/xp-err-hence.html' title='Xp-err--hence'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-7321536602948450867</id><published>2008-05-03T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:57:45.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vishwak Avanan'/><title type='text'>When i ran out of thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I had my lunch and i am feeling drowsy, had a heavy meal. Thought the best thing would be to scribble something in the blog... Got it. I am gonna write straight without reading it and lvng it to you all. thanks for dropping to read a crap stuff... your on ur way to waste your time...&lt;br /&gt;for all those who want to be creative or who think they are creative like me... then here is something which we need to understand... every individual is creative... and it is something which keeps changing from time to time by the use of technology and other related damn things... i guess we are approaching a state of creative exploitation... the purpose of creativity is to enhance something... actually what happens is... Well! i guess i gonna change my topic now... am running short of words to write...&lt;br /&gt;Well! actually few days back i was moved highly by seeing a sexy girl wearing a sexy top with a sexy skirt and if i had to define her she is the acronym of sexy... when i went close to her, she turned towards me... and luckily i got some topic and few words to catch her attention... well called her out for dinner i felt so good when she nodded her head in the same sexy style... when we went for the restaurant it was all set for a blasting romance... just before it was about to start my brother was kicking my ass as it was already 9 in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;I guess this should do for now... thanks for dropping to read... please be as harsh as possible as my language is worst and the presentation is poor... and please only comment on how more worst i can make it.&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/7929224023066673761-7321536602948450867?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7321536602948450867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=7321536602948450867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/7321536602948450867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/7321536602948450867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-ran-out-of-thoughts.html' title='When i ran out of thoughts'/><author><name>Vishwak Avanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011600157348896395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929224023066673761.post-2031712323998879358</id><published>2006-12-09T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:46:33.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Intelligence. No BIG Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We who live in the 21st century suffer from a breathtaking conceit regarding our ancient human ancestors. We believe that the poor dears were ignorant little children, occasionally making a breakthrough discovery to move the train of human knowledge along (some even going so far as to believe that aliens were responsible for it all rather than people) but by and large, seeing the ancients as a dirty, doltish bunch of superstitious ignoramuses with no indoor plumbing and an unhealthy reliance on the mystical in their everyday lives.&lt;br /&gt;This ignores the facts of archeology which paint a much different picture. About 50,000 years ago, our ancestors created art on the walls of caves outside of Lascaux, France that rivals in realism and talent anything that Renaissance painters could do. The Polynesians populated the Islands of the Pacific by crossing expanses of ocean that wouldn’t be duplicated by Europeans for thousands of years. Going the Polynesians one better, it is still a mystery how people from Southeast Asia managed to make it to New Guinea 50,000 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;The Egyptians moved blocks of stone weighing tens of thousands of pounds with little more than levers and rope (the block and tackle pulley system was waiting to be discovered). By sheer brute strength, they carved and maneuvered these stones, stacking them so perfectly that the tolerances achieved would make a modern engineer jealous.&lt;br /&gt;The irrigation system invented by the Mayans was so sophisticated that nothing comparable would be seen until the 19th century. The Mayans also made an unbelievable leap of knowledge by coming up with the concept of zero in mathematics; as counterintuitive in its own right as the invention of quantum mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;And then there were the Greeks. What we know about this astonishing culture has piqued our curiosity and excited our admiration since Medieval times. It’s what we don’t know about them that may, in the end, prove to be even more incredible than anything we could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While scientists now know pretty much what the Antikythera mechanism did, we still don’t really have a good idea of what it was for. Possible practical uses for the device include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Astrology was commonly practiced in the ancient world. In order to create an astrological chart, the configuration of the heavens at a particular point of time is needed. It can be very difficult and time-consuming to work this out by hand, and a mechanism such as this would have made an astrologer’s work very much easier.&lt;br /&gt;- Calculating solar and lunar eclipses.&lt;br /&gt;- Setting the dates of religious festivals connected with astronomical events&lt;br /&gt;- Adjusting calendars, which were based on lunar cycles as well as the solar year&lt;br /&gt;This new research indicates that the Antikythera mechanism could predict eclipses to the hour of their appearance as well as the orbits of at least Venus and Mars.&lt;br /&gt;The Antikythera mechanism featured wheeled gears whose sophistication and exactness wouldn’t be seen again until the watchmakers of the middle ages. What this device hints at is the probability that much human knowledge and many technological leaps were lost to history following the fall of Greek civilization. Why didn’t this kind of knowledge pass to new generations of humans so that they could build upon and improve what was already done?&lt;br /&gt;Roman stupidity probably had something to do with it, an empire always more willing to plunder and destroy rather than save and study – except that which could assist them in their conquering. And the fall of that empire which plunged the Europe into the so-called “dark ages.” Of course, while barbarians were running wild in Europe, Muslim culture was in full flower, making their own scientific advances. The Muslims, in fact, admired the Greeks immensely and much of what we know of them is largely given to us by Muslim scholars who saved what they could following the great upheavals in Europe.The Antikythera mechanism reminds us that the human capacity for making great leaps forward in knowledge is not something limited to modern technological man. Throughout the history of our species, these astonishing breakthroughs have occurred in every culture and during every epoch proving that we really are quite clever when we put our minds to it.&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/7929224023066673761-2031712323998879358?l=fullspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2031712323998879358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929224023066673761&amp;postID=2031712323998879358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/2031712323998879358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929224023066673761/posts/default/2031712323998879358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-intelligence-no-big-mystery.html' title='Our Intelligence. 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