<?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-13499511</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:19:50.652+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cedric786</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog best describes my feelings in general about everything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-1006711897451358294</id><published>2012-02-05T20:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:39:17.621+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Republic Day – January 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Colors saffron, white, and green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With a navy blue Ashoka Chakra in between,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the pattern of the national flag of India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A result of the sacrifice of countless great souls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The tricolor represents the struggle in achieving India's greatest goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Saffron &lt;/span&gt;symbolizes courage and sacrifice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;White &lt;/span&gt;indicating truth, unity, and peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;standing for faith and fertility,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All in one flag reflecting India's ethnicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Travelling in a Mumbai train,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;One can observe most commuters’ faces in anger and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Hardships of the people living in this city is for all to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A humble living for their family seems to be their only plea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The cost of living is high for no good reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;What will one buy and what will one save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Half of one’s life goes in travelling through these crowded trains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A sound sleep is all they desire at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Is that too much to expect in this earthly life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Some of us have so much; still our desires never cease to end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If only we could all retrospect, and think of all that we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Will it not make our life richer… with happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The journey from another hard day at work and travel has almost ended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;However, even as you reach your destination you are pushed around and out from the moving train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You just think of the day that was as you walk the final steps towards home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Moreover, you start preparing yourself mentally for the next day, when you would recommence your journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Yes, it is the crowded train once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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Mobile phones have become a big necessity in our lives. From starting our day with the alarm ringing on our mobile phone to wake us up, to reminders for birthdays, anniversaries and meetings, no other instrument has been able to control us so much as this small hand held device. Just think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Using the mobile phone, one can constantly stay in touch with family and friends at our fingertips. One message or one call is all it takes at times to catch the attention of the opposite person. The mobile phone has been one of the most interesting inventions. Moreover, this has helped us all to connect with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Most of us Christians visit the Church to attend the service. While some of us visit the Church daily, most of us only attend the Sunday service. Why do we visit the Church? Well, most of us do it so that we can connect with GOD. While some of us do it, just to fulfill our religious obligations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Anyways, the reason is not important here. Once a person decides to attend the service, it is the responsibility of the person to ensure that he or she does not, directly or indirectly cause inconvenience to the congregation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I am not going to talk about the dressing part here that is not what I want to do. However, coming back to mobile phones, I fail to understand that if a person has decided to come to Church to connect to GOD, why that person cannot switch off the mobile phone. I know we will have some excuses for that too. Important calls, urgent messages, and so on. Valid reasons one might say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;However, I am sure that every mobile phone on earth has an option to keep the device on Silent mode. If the call or message is so important or urgent when we are in Church, why do we not use this feature then? At least, it will not cause inconvenience to the faithful, who are a large number, gathered in the Church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_m6anud="116"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_m6anud="119" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_m6anud="142" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;From my personal observations in the recent past, most of the time the mobile phone beeps, the device belongs to an adult or an elderly person. More often than not, they do not know how to use the mobile phone features, and struggle to switch off the device or keep the device in silent mode for that matter. Children nowadays are more knowledgeable in handling such devices, and at least they use the silent mode feature at a minimum in the Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I hope I have not offended anyone’s feelings with all that I have written. I just wanted to state my perspective, which is, “Once you are in Church, you decide for yourself, you have come there to CONNECT with whom?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-3270514606815384743?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/3270514606815384743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=3270514606815384743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/3270514606815384743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/3270514606815384743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2011/08/connecting-with-god.html' title='Connecting with GOD'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-8879990248431327991</id><published>2011-08-28T15:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:39:03.615+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This one is for you, Sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_q74pk5="154" style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Growing up as a kid involved a lot of fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;As I had two siblings and I was their loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My sister was quite elder to me and hence was very protective of me as a kid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hence, I felt like she was my second mom and about that, I am candid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;She being the eldest sibling and I the youngest, ninety-nine percent of the time we always got along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_q74pk5="136" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hence, whenever I had fights with my elder brother, I got all the support even if I was in the wrong. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_q74pk5="135" style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My sister used to experiment a lot in her recipes, and I enjoyed watching her cooking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_q74pk5="150" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;However, the best part was her recipes turned out good every time, about that I am not lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_upqs8e="101" style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;She got married when I had just completed my schooling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;So living a life without her presence at home, I started adapting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;At a time, when I was growing into adolescence and increased feelings for the opposite sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_man40s="91" style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I missed my sister's presence, started lacking the confidence to interact with girls and at times was feeling like a wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_q74pk5="134" style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Someone did say that time is the best healer, and this definitely seemed the case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_q74pk5="123" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;As I grew into a man, everything in life started falling in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Now that I am married, and look at the way you have brought up your two kids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I can only sense what you might be feeling, as to you more than a brother I was a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I had just started scribbling few lines thinking about you on my writing pad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_q74pk5="107"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Here I am thanking you SISTER, for all the good times we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-8879990248431327991?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/8879990248431327991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=8879990248431327991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/8879990248431327991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/8879990248431327991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2011/08/sister.html' title='This one is for you, Sister.'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-1350057966698096597</id><published>2011-08-21T12:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:59:48.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who will help me carry him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_op1mo9="116" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_8j32i0="91" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;The movie Gladiator that released in the year 2000 had quite a few good dialogues. However, the sequences of dialogues towards the end of the movie always makes me emotional. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;After a fight between Maximus the main protagonist of the movie and Commodus the emperor of Rome, where both men die, the following dialogues follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lucilla&lt;/b&gt;: Is Rome worth one good man's life? We believed it once. Make us believe it again. He was a soldier of Rome. Honor him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_9mvrdh="90" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gracchus&lt;/b&gt;: Who will help me carry him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;[Gladiators surround the body of Maximus and carry him out of the arena]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_8j32i0="93" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The dialogue &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Who will help me carry him?”&lt;/i&gt; reminds me of the times I have had to carry a few men in my family to their final resting place. It is definitely not a good feeling. In the last 5 years, this has happened quite a few times already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Charles Dias, My Dad, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Victor Fernandes, My Uncle, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Eric Sequeira, My Cousin’s Husband, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_op1mo9="95" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_op1mo9="93" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Philip Dias, My Uncle, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_op1mo9="123" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1111cc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I can just say "May Their Souls Rest In Peace".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-8115178823386476519?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/8115178823386476519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=8115178823386476519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/8115178823386476519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/8115178823386476519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2011/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-6952238021132365675</id><published>2011-07-30T12:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-30T12:51:14.427+05:30</updated><title type='text'>White Mischief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HQsGjuLugk/TjOwPZ1aXYI/AAAAAAAABmw/AqWXl6zaGvg/s1600/CD.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HQsGjuLugk/TjOwPZ1aXYI/AAAAAAAABmw/AqWXl6zaGvg/s640/CD.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_xecwzr="305"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_xecwzr="333" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(This poem written by me was published in the quarterly edition of the Avaya Newsletter - Khabrilal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-6952238021132365675?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/6952238021132365675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=6952238021132365675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/6952238021132365675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/6952238021132365675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2011/07/white-mischief.html' title='White Mischief'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HQsGjuLugk/TjOwPZ1aXYI/AAAAAAAABmw/AqWXl6zaGvg/s72-c/CD.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-7831819169921186514</id><published>2011-07-24T12:06:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:29:03.641+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Be content</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_19liup="90" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A pair of eyes to observe properly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A pair of ears to hear clearly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A pair of hands to get a lot of work done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_gicjc1="90"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_8f80qf="104"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_jh1c0m="90" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A pair of feet to walk and meet new people in the journey of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_gicjc1="90"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3dlqcp="123" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;However, you have only mouth and that is for one good reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3dlqcp="133" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The words that you speak cannot be taken back and hence have the potential to make or break a relation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You already have realized the damage that you could do with one mouth; imagine the trouble you would land yourself in with two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_3dlqcp="125" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Similarly, in life try to be happy with all that you have, you will surely get what you deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;In other words, thank GOD for all that you have and trust GOD for all that you need.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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Life teaches us many lessons that are so simple to understand, that we treat it like a small drop because they appear insignificant at that time. However, we fail to understand the impact of the same until that small drop becomes a huge ocean in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-384031683261309080?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/384031683261309080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=384031683261309080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/384031683261309080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/384031683261309080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2011/07/sign-of-changing-times.html' title='A Sign of Changing Times'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-8726382232253694624</id><published>2011-07-08T22:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:58:37.418+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LwKwHV_WgYw/Thc9EwQLihI/AAAAAAAABk0/1p_flvemK4M/s1600/not+yet.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LwKwHV_WgYw/Thc9EwQLihI/AAAAAAAABk0/1p_flvemK4M/s320/not+yet.png" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Have i been the perfect son that every mother desires?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Have i really been a good brother to my siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Have i been the best colleague anyone could have at work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Is my faith in God strong enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Has everything around me changed for the worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Have people lost faith in my abilities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My time will surely come.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So don't come me out yet.&lt;/span&gt; Not yet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Thought of writing this poem while watching the movie Gladiator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-8726382232253694624?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/8726382232253694624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=8726382232253694624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/8726382232253694624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/8726382232253694624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-yet.html' title='Not yet...'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LwKwHV_WgYw/Thc9EwQLihI/AAAAAAAABk0/1p_flvemK4M/s72-c/not+yet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-744482562631433227</id><published>2011-07-08T19:53:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:57:43.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UndpsUXHYls/ThcStebx7fI/AAAAAAAABkw/KXzoo6IaNaA/s1600/P5100203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UndpsUXHYls/ThcStebx7fI/AAAAAAAABkw/KXzoo6IaNaA/s320/P5100203.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;The beautiful season has made its presence felt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Everything around has blossomed to its fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Different shades of green is all that i see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;How i wish this season would not cease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;The cool weather makes one feel so nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Wish you were around to add some spice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Nothing seems more pleasant than the season of monsoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-IN; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Really a nice season to cherish just after my honeymoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Wrote this while travelling from Pune to Mumbai in the Intercity Train)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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I am sure this word has the potential to bring a smile on each individual’s face, when he or she thinks about his family members. From the time we are born till the time we breathe our last, most of us are blessed with a family around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Parents lay the core foundation for any family. In most societies family is the principal institution for the socialization of children. Being brought up in a middle class family, I really appreciate the core values instilled in me and my siblings by my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The word family also brings to our mind many other attributes such as love, selflessness, sacrifice, happiness, pain, comfort and so on. My entire life, i have seen my father put in long hours at work so that he could afford quality education for his children. I have seen my mother, a homemaker, not only nurture us physically, but also nurture us in every aspect of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;In today’s world, we see more of small nuclear families. Both husband and wife work hard to make ends meet and to see to it that they can afford the best of everything in life for their children. However, children seem to be less appreciative of the effort put in by their parents and of the material things that they possess. Bringing up a family with good values has never been tougher than it is today. The role of the family prayer (Rosary) thus becomes so much more important now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;As Christians saying the Rosary together has always been an important aspect of our lives. The power of prayer should never be underestimated in one’s life. Parents should definitely encourage their children to participate in the Rosary everyday. However, at the same time I feel that parents should never force their children to pray. Children should be lovingly taught about the importance of God in their family. In today’s times I really feel that a family that stays together can only do it because of God and their attitude towards saying the family prayer together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The above article written by me was published in the Christmas issue of the Our Lady of Egpyt Church bulletin (Olep Flight).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-1403450596469861383?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/1403450596469861383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=1403450596469861383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/1403450596469861383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/1403450596469861383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2010/12/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/TRGHgOFxhrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/o68B8Xt5d6A/s72-c/Family.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-6207672825347276245</id><published>2010-07-20T10:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:53:09.304+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It was really funny to see my mom yawn, soon after i yawned. I noticed it happening twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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He died of a massive heart attack at the age of 51 on 17th January 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I Mr. Cedric Dias would like to speak a few words on behalf of the Sequeira and Dias families. Forgive me if I do breakdown during this tribute. Mr. Eric Sequeira was one of the closest brother-in-law’s the Dias family has ever had. As I speak of Mr. Eric I would also like to remember another person, my dad, Mr. Charles Dias who passed away 3 years back. Both these men lived in Vasai at a certain stage in their lives. They got along really well during the time they lived. These men were simple and down to earth in every sense of the word. Be it in their dressing sense, their attitude, behavior, humor or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;These men had core family values instilled in them. They went out of their way to see to it that their immediate family members were not deprived of any benefits inspite of their not so good financial situation. However, that did not stop them from helping others. Whenever, any family members or friends needed any help or advice, they could surely depend on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The last time I shed tears was during my dad’s death. This has been the next. This is how me and my family members have really valued both these people. I guess all of you people who have interacted with either of these men, will definitely agree with what I have just said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know that no amount of words would be enough to comfort the immediate family members. However, I also do believe that time is the best healer. Hence, I request all of you present here to remember the Sequeira and Dias families in your prayers in this their hour of grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know that Eric’s presence will be greatly missed by one and all. Hence, I feel that the best way to deal with his absence is to live life with the values that he stood for. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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Kerr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;One day I decided to quit. I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality. I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" His answer surprised me “Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" "Yes", I replied. "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo". He said. "In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;But I would not quit. He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant. But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots. I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern, yet, they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come," God said to me. “You will rise high!" "How high should I rise?" I asked. "How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return. "As high as it can?" I questioned. "Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I left the forest and brought back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Never regret a day in your life. Good days give you Happiness.&amp;nbsp;Bad days give you Experiences. Both are essential to life. Keep going. Happiness keeps you Sweet, Trials keep you Strong, Sorrows keep you Human, Failures keep you Humble, Success keeps You Glowing, But Only God keeps You Going! Have a great day! The Sun is shining!! 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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-6149267004342977787?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/6149267004342977787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=6149267004342977787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/6149267004342977787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/6149267004342977787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2009/10/fern-and-bamboo.html' title='The Fern and the Bamboo'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-922236015188686295</id><published>2009-08-30T14:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:34:40.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow...another Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our innocence was at its very best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When we looked at everything without any answers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;There was a time when even though we were not able to identify&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our life was so truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; in every little sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In life’s pursuit we may have come a long way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But what have we really gained and what have we left far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do we regret anything or have we just resigned to the fact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That all those memories are now passé and life has to go on the way it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When was the last time we treasured true peace within, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Or when was the last time we did not spoil our today for fear of tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do we have any answers or we’ve just stopped thinking about all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nothing in life comes easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And it’s difficult to see everything in black or white,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;But what are we gaining anyways, when at the end of the day you feel uneasy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;About the day that passed and what might be in store the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Definitely there would be many incidents that would coz us a lot of dismay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;However, belief in oneself is all that matters at the end of the day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;It’s best to take things the way they come, and enjoy life to the fullest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rather than ruining another day, the tomorrow which would be another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;T:-)DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-922236015188686295?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/922236015188686295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=922236015188686295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/922236015188686295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/922236015188686295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomorrowanother-today.html' title='Tomorrow...another Today'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-4361810676624405240</id><published>2009-06-14T19:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:36:40.058+05:30</updated><title type='text'>James 1:22-25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Do not merely listen to  the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. Anyone who listens to the word but does not  do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself,  goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But the man who looks intently into the  perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he  has heard, but doing it—he will be blessed in what he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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It has urged citizens to switch off electrical appliances in the city from 7.30 pm to 8:30 pm on Saturday 15th December 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hearing a lot about this since the last one month or so. Newspapers have been covering articles on the same..about how people can be a part of this cause..also at the same time giving ideas as to what they could do during this 1 hour..I just really can't understand what the big deal about this 1 hour..is..We people living in Mumbai are really not aware of the situation faced by our colleagues staying in the distant suburbs of Vasai and beyond on the Western line or even beyond Thane on the Central line..People staying out there are facing load shedding for about 7 hours on an average daily...That's almost 1/3rd of the day..While this movement which is talking about shutting down electrical appliances for an hour seems to be getting too much of unnecessary coverage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The founder member of this movement states that “There's a lot one can do during Batti Bandh. When was the last time you cleared your throat for a round of antakshari or brushed up your acting skills? When was the last time you played dumb charades in a dark room? ". Some people are even planning to have candle-lit dinners. What excuses we need for voluntarily switching of power...a cause for global warming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that sense my fellow colleagues in the distant suburbs are doing so much in regards to global warming...Though not voluntarily...they are still not using power for 7 hours a day...And they don't get so much publicity either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the 6 years i stayed in Vasai. Each day of our lives was planned according to power. Mom waking up early and grinding masala in the mixie, so that she could face no problems in her cooking if power went off later...Updating all our relatives to not give us surprise visits coz we might not be able to cook non-veg food for them ..coz the electrical appliances would not be of any use for grinding the masala and other stuff ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a terrible situation out there....Parents wake up their kids at 6 A.M ..and suddenly when they tell them to wash their face in the bathroom..the power goes off..When the working parents have to cook for their kids for the afternoon before they leave for work ..there is no power..Coz if the power goes off at 6 or 7 am..it would only come after 3 hours..And when the parents return from work travelling in those nightmare trains..what do they see..No power yet again...Power goes at 5 P.M and comes only at 8 or 8:30 P.M ...and believe me this is not fixed either..7 Hours of power cuts keep on changing daily..2day power might go off at 5 P.M. , 2row might go an hour earlier or later...How do you plan for all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the people staying in the distant suburbs want to sing Antakshari daily or have candle light dinner daily...NO....I really don't feel we need to give such silly and stupid reasons for a one hour voluntarily power shutdown..There are people living in difficult and worse situations close by. I really don’t think I would like to be a part of such a movement.. I have already had my share of Antakshari’s and Candle–Lit dinners over a period of 6 years when I happened to be a resident of those distant suburbs..:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have always loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There's never been anyone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I knew you before I knew myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh my baby, I have always loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Years go by in a matter of days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And though we go separate ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I never stop dreaming of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have always loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When you call it makes me cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We never made time for you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I could live it all again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'd never let it end, I'd still be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh God, I miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have always loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There's never been anyone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I knew you before I knew myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh my baby, I have always loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Years go by in a matter of days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And though we go separate ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I never stop dreaming of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have always loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-657309036127753542?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/657309036127753542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=657309036127753542' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/657309036127753542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/657309036127753542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/10/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Rxsl7UPdiwI/AAAAAAAAALA/Py8h8UhZSWc/s72-c/m.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-7302387231128824199</id><published>2007-10-19T22:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:46:57.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RxjnUxf0RqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GH3wlYotR68/s1600-h/t.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123098920204125858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RxjnUxf0RqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GH3wlYotR68/s320/t.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bus is empty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My thoughts are not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are the beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To whom stranger am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thinking of you ain't a duty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which i don't regret a bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coz memories of you are not just sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are the best of the lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-2358587456569875745?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/2358587456569875745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=2358587456569875745' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/2358587456569875745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/2358587456569875745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/08/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RrM9JxmCjXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Zq-7-mpJUEE/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-2891265398226314124</id><published>2007-07-10T20:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:11:56.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mother Dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RpOlNSssCOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0AAwB1Hcztg/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085590052007577826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RpOlNSssCOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0AAwB1Hcztg/s320/mother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This poem on Mothers was forwarded to me in a mail. I think its really worth a glance n hence have put up the same on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;An excellent poem on MOTHER, the greatest ever personality Almighty created for humanbeings and other living creatures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was a just-born and she was thirty-one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Though we were we, we were one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would cry out in Latin and she would respond in Greek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would learn nothing but she never got tired to teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was surrounded by monsters eager to pull my cheek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But they would vanish the moment i was wet and weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She would come running and hold me in her arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As if i had won the contest of the charms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I was able to walk and chew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey, i was two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I and she could now understand each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was her everything and she needed no other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would try to walk and fall down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But knowing she was with me, the fear of getting hurt was now gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We still could not converse that effectively,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But she would understand my needs so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I could now roam about free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because now i have turned three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was ready to join a new world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My academic life was now gonna mould.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She would dress me as best as a prince,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But when i would come back, she would need at least an hour to rinse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was now able to talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was a ferry and she was my dock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I still remember the child, whose shirt I had tore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey buddy, i have turned four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I now came home a little late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nevertheless finding her waiting at the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She would hug me and carry me in her arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It felt like flying through the farms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We now did the homework together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would spoil the home and she used to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Years passed and now i was fifteen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And with each year i would forget to lean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wouldn't care for what she said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because now i had become mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She would ask me to study for a good future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i was busy in a different culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now i had many shes in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dreamed of having one of them as my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I changed a lot which she did not teach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She would try to hug me but i was out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She still waited for me at the gate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i would look at her with utmost hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She would be awake till late in the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because i wasn't home, i was in a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She had so much to scold, but she never did say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoping to find me better the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Time went on and now i am grown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lost in the world of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I and she, between us have a river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have left her for my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When i was young, for me, she sacrificed her ambitions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i don't care, i now have my own mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am not with her now, i am in a different city,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is so old now but i don't even pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She needs me now but i am nowhere to find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In the race for appraisal, i have become blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In a few years from now, i will be two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There will be in my life someone new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then i'll forget even to bother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am her son and she my 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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-2891265398226314124?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/2891265398226314124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=2891265398226314124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/2891265398226314124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/2891265398226314124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-poem-on-mothers-was-forwarded-to.html' title='Mother Dearest'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RpOlNSssCOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0AAwB1Hcztg/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-4914815768921161096</id><published>2007-07-06T11:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:13:45.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Janne hum kya payenge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Ro59ZSssCMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XLTynKPt89M/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084138902817343682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Ro59ZSssCMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XLTynKPt89M/s320/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Socha na tha ki aise bhi koi din ayenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Socha na tha ki aise bhi koi din ayenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ab aye ho itni door say tum, to chalo gaur farmayee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unko samjhate samjhate ham khud bhool jayenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unko samjhate samjhate ham khud bhool jayenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Agar woh samhaj gaye toh shayad hum jannat payenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Project plan banathe banathe din kat jayenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Project plan banathe banathe din kat jayenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Patah nahi yeh plan implement karne ke liye waqt kaha se layenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kehthe hai ki project accha ho toh pahnayenge tumhe har,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kehthe hai ki project accha ho toh pahnayenge tumhe har,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Magar agar kuch galtiya hui ya pakdi gayi toh honge tum halal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-4914815768921161096?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/4914815768921161096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=4914815768921161096' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/4914815768921161096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/4914815768921161096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/07/dedicated-to.html' title='Janne hum kya payenge...'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Ro59ZSssCMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XLTynKPt89M/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-365496301479383810</id><published>2007-07-05T14:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:54:15.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Ro5-JissCNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0CmytZbXRTQ/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084139731746031826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Ro5-JissCNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0CmytZbXRTQ/s320/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RoyuOissCKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9pvsfFcaSzI/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rah mein ruke the hum unke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rah mein ruke the hum unke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Woh nahi ayi or nahi hue hum unke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ladkiya kehthi hai ki bhaag khul gaye unke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ladkiya kehthi hai ki bhaag khul gaye unke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nahi hue woh hamare aur na hum unke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-365496301479383810?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/365496301479383810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=365496301479383810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/365496301479383810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/365496301479383810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/07/inspired-by.html' title='Waiting for....'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Ro5-JissCNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0CmytZbXRTQ/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-6200045809346647649</id><published>2007-07-01T20:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:26:33.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothings Gonna change....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RofAbyssCJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AXgUS5bwt-8/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082242288209102994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RofAbyssCJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AXgUS5bwt-8/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Second weekend in a row it has rained so heavily,&lt;br /&gt;And just as before all things came to a stand gradually,&lt;br /&gt;The system in place here has hardly learnt any lessons,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s the people who have to face the brunt of their inactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the monsoons arrived they went ahead and declared,&lt;br /&gt;"We are completely geared for the rains" is what they proclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;This statement is made every year much to the amusement of viewers,&lt;br /&gt;As a huge per cent of the roads is dug up and waiting for completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't seem like things are going to improve in any way,&lt;br /&gt;As the corrupt officials have started taking the common man for granted in every way,&lt;br /&gt;Not owning up for the mess is something everyone seems to be doing nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;So Mumbai's days as a developed city, is being taken to the cleaners with every passing day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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It sounded very interesting, and hence of thought of putting the same on the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ROMANCE MATHEMATICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = marriage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OFFICE ARITHMETIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Smart boss + dumb employee = production &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHOPPING MATH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A man will pay $20 for a $10 item he needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A woman will pay $10 for a $20 item that she doesn't need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GENERAL EQUATIONS &amp; STATISTICS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;LONGEVITY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;PROPENSITY TO CHANGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-591291447388213594?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/591291447388213594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=591291447388213594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/591291447388213594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/591291447388213594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-about-some-maths-in-life.html' title='How about some Maths in LIFE?'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-5458794254599248379</id><published>2007-06-16T19:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:29:45.959+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life: Enjoy the Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RnPzpoyCs6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/IG1XkL_GiJ8/s1600-h/polly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076669101624177570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RnPzpoyCs6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/IG1XkL_GiJ8/s320/polly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I watched a movie called Along Came Polly starring Ben Stiller &amp; Jennifer Aniston this weekend. It's a movie that released way back in 2004. Along Came Polly happens to be a very hilarious comedy. However even this comedy movie had a serious dialogue which delivered a message..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The line that i am talking about is this: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It's not about what happened in the past, or what you think might happen in the future. It's about the ride, for Christ's sake. There is no point in going through all this crap, if you are not going to enjoy the ride. And you know what... when you least expect something great might come along. Something better then you even planned for.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;These lines really means so much in terms of our daily life, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-2699633823976958343?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/2699633823976958343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=2699633823976958343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/2699633823976958343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/2699633823976958343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Rkam2y4TeJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rY6TtxTllOo/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-7058742305332519372</id><published>2007-05-12T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:26:54.119+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Glimpse of things to come..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RkWOny4TeII/AAAAAAAAAHE/jeaJnR_PTtE/s1600-h/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063610170371963010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RkWOny4TeII/AAAAAAAAAHE/jeaJnR_PTtE/s320/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The last time round when i had written the article on Alistair Pereira, i tried to express my opinion on what i felt was a wrong verdict. The laborers who were sleeping on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;footpath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;had become victims of this guys drunken driving. I have highlighted the word "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Footpath&lt;/span&gt;" as that's where these guys were sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;However with every passing day, it seems that some of these laborers are taking public anger over the judgment as a victory for themselves. After sleeping on the footpaths, these guys have taken their sleep a bit further and now have started sleeping on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nowadays while on my way to work, i see that a large number of these guys sleep on the roads. I don't think anyone would, and can justify this action of theirs. Just as I always felt, footpaths are one place where the person driving a vehicle should not stray on. Similarly i feel, roads are one place where these laborers should not sleep on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's true that firstly footpaths or roads are not for sleeping.. And that the concerned authorities may have given them some leeway by allowing them to sleep on the footpaths.. But if people start sleeping on the roads i donno what next...do we need flyovers everywhere, so that these roads can be left open for the guys to sleep. I just received a mail a couple of days back wherein the photo suggests a new test for driving license in Mumbai... I think that's just the way the scene may look like, when in the near future you apply for a driving license in Mumbai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-7058742305332519372?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/7058742305332519372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=7058742305332519372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/7058742305332519372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/7058742305332519372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-time-round-when-i-had-written.html' title='Glimpse of things to come..'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RkWOny4TeII/AAAAAAAAAHE/jeaJnR_PTtE/s72-c/ShowLetter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-7463489089442741030</id><published>2007-05-02T18:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:40:52.739+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Easier said than done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RjiJbS4TeHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GIBx4FWsEsY/s1600-h/broken-heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059945283368220786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RjiJbS4TeHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GIBx4FWsEsY/s320/broken-heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have heard all of this n more, but the fact is, its difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;You know u really love someone when u want him or her to be happy, even if his or her happiness means that you're not part of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;If the person u love doesn't love u back, don't be afraid to love someone else again, for you'll never know unless u give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;The greatest irony of love is letting go when u need to hold on and holding on when u need to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Loving people means giving them the freedom that they choose to be and where they choose to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;For all the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;heartaches&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;, for gloomy days and fruitless years, u should give thanks, for u know, that these were the things which helped you grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wat do u have to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-4914318966923984209?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/4914318966923984209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=4914318966923984209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/4914318966923984209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/4914318966923984209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-moves-on.html' title='Life Moves On....'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RinnRpnb6CI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Hv1AmQhIQxQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-823673893083904162</id><published>2007-04-15T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:13:45.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blood on His FACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RiIdnRu5QbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/85K0KTUcMII/s1600-h/alistair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053634292475314610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RiIdnRu5QbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/85K0KTUcMII/s320/alistair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alistair gets 6 month for killing 7 people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY THE 13TH PROVES LUCKY FOR PAREIRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The headline in yesterday's newspaper was worth a stare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As this involved the infamous guy in news named Alistair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7 laborers lost their lives after this guy's rash driving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But just 6 months of jail term is what he got for his striking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is not the first time a rich brat has got away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And this shows how our judicial system is unfair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Officers involved screwed the case with their investigation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And this has bailed out Alistair and brought him elation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The persons who died in this accident involved daily wage workers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hence an appeal against this judgment is just not round the corner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Everyone who has been following the case knows the trial was not fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;However with the system in place right now its fun for guys like Alistair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-4410175886077784894?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/4410175886077784894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=4410175886077784894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/4410175886077784894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/4410175886077784894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-cooking-contd.html' title='What&apos;s Cooking... Contd'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Rg9VOkXHizI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a6yDx9n6tCg/s72-c/rajma2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-4855643968362994175</id><published>2007-04-01T00:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:31:11.242+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Rg6vr0XHiyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JdkQpi0sa_k/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048165399653747490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Rg6vr0XHiyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JdkQpi0sa_k/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Liking &amp;amp; Loving are two words that are related so closely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;That we end up confused while using these words mostly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Liking someone generally takes a hell of a time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;While Loving someone happens instantaneously most time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Loving a person after Liking is commonly heard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;While Liking a person after Loving sounds absurd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Some say to love someone is to love unconditionally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But the fact is that saying is not easy to follow actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;After liking a person, one would definitely not want to be the cause of their hurt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But to prevent it from happening invariably, one should always stay alert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;There's no point blaming the opposite person for any mess, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When the feelings to that person are not really expressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Liking a person is something i have felt and have expressed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But loving that person is something i have left unaddressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Difference between liking and loving has left me confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And it really seems i have come out of this more bruised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-4855643968362994175?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/4855643968362994175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=4855643968362994175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/4855643968362994175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/4855643968362994175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/04/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Rg6vr0XHiyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JdkQpi0sa_k/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-894431445331326257</id><published>2007-03-25T09:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:29:23.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Grow Up: Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RgYBgxQf4GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cD1Cqm1mZe0/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045722095005196386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RgYBgxQf4GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cD1Cqm1mZe0/s320/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Don't know what one should say after hearing such crap. Passing the buck is fine. But not to this extent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Who is responsible for India's loss in the first match of the World Cup to Bangladesh? Is it Dravid, Chappell, Sachin, or Sehwag. No it's Mrs. Indira Gandhi. How come? I thought she had died long back. Tell me how is she to blame? Fool, don't you know it was she who created Bangladesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;However the way TV news channels and newspapers cover news nowadays, even this has earned its place on some channels and papers. What more can one say about way the media portrays itself nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Another news item i have mostly heard on some popular news channels. A person has died somewhere, the person hosting the news asks his news reporter at the funeral site, " Waha pe kya mahaul hai" (How is the atmosphere around there). Obviously the reporter would not say, "Yaha pe khushi ka mahaul hai" (People are celebrating his death here). Hearing such crap and breaking news inside people's homes has really showed the level of news coverage nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-894431445331326257?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/894431445331326257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=894431445331326257' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/894431445331326257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/894431445331326257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/03/grow-up-media.html' title='Grow Up: Media'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RgYBgxQf4GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cD1Cqm1mZe0/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-3000588469027845385</id><published>2007-03-24T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:39:21.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Actions Misguide Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RgVoBxQf4EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/V2QeZIeqaOQ/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045553337150201922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RgVoBxQf4EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/V2QeZIeqaOQ/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The other day while coming back from office, my bus was stuck in traffic as usual. The bus then halted at the signal for some time. I was sitting at the window seat and that's when i noticed this traffic policeman who caught attention from everyone around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Unlike the regular traffic policemen we see everyday, this guy happened to be very animated in his actions. The way he was moved his body and gave directions just reminded me of Billy Bowden (International cricket umpire from New Zealand who is considered the best in terms of his animated actions on the cricket field). He was whistling continuously and loudly, waving his arms around. Suddenly everyone in the bus and on the road had their eyes set on him. This just went on for 3-4 minutes. Even the people in the surrounding buildings were looking at him from various floors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Everyone was appreciating the way he was going about his work. I was even tempted to take a video of him from my mobile camera. As i did not want others in the bus looking at me if i did this, i avoided the same. So you can only imagine the effect this traffic policeman had on everyone. People were just smiling around. However the events that followed this i never expected. It made me realize that what i had seen was only because there was some special occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Suddenly a fleet of cars arrived, followed by various Police vehicles. Some important ministers or foreign dignitaries were passing though that road, probably on their way to the international airport. Everyone realized then that the events that we watched earlier was just an act for the "big persons" who passed by. The following 2 days i just could not notice that animated traffic policeman . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;One can't blame the Traffic Policeman; he was just doing his job to impress his superiors, just as an employee in his office would do to impress his seniors. Anyways on the lighter side it's that time of the year when most companies give their employees the annual raise which he or she deserves. Hopefully the superiors are watching their employees the year round, and not getting impressed by their "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;actions&lt;/span&gt;" just before appraisal time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-3000588469027845385?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/3000588469027845385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=3000588469027845385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/3000588469027845385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/3000588469027845385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/03/actions-misguide-sometimes.html' title='Actions Misguide Sometimes'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RgVoBxQf4EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/V2QeZIeqaOQ/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-8609548452656618886</id><published>2007-03-18T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:12:13.714+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Rf0jyaPmUOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Cr8el5iYqkQ/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043226506670002402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Rf0jyaPmUOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Cr8el5iYqkQ/s320/a.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Relations can be inherited by birth or formed in the natural course, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;However what matters in the end is there should be no remorse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Maintaining relations with one and all is kind of a challenge in every sense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And the feeling one derives after achieving this is really very immense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;There are also some relations that are forgotten in the due course of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But it is not something like a person has committed a heinous crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ideally relations need to be strengthened with every passing day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But invariably in today's world most relations seem to be going astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Time is something which is really needed for maintaining a relation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Coz without that cracks would definitely start appearing in its foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Just boasting about one's so called relations is really not enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Coz what matters in the end is who stands by &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; when you're in the rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-8609548452656618886?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/8609548452656618886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=8609548452656618886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/8609548452656618886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/8609548452656618886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/03/relations.html' title='Relations'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/Rf0jyaPmUOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Cr8el5iYqkQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-5087366209473681494</id><published>2007-02-17T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:10:28.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RdbjMARxviI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tFZJDXMBx6k/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032459429005606434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RdbjMARxviI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tFZJDXMBx6k/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;18-02-1941 to 31-10-2006&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A year back we really did not think about this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That a year from then you would give us all a miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Missing you in person is something we will all have to live with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hence your thoughts are something we always look up to indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You lived a life that was really so simple in every sense,&lt;br /&gt;And thinking about it gives a pleasure which is really immense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The pain which you had to endure in your final days was not what you deserved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;However the resolve which you displayed even then was something unheard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Returning to your house was something you desired for long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;However seeing you very tired &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decided to call you along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wishing you in person now, is something that has ended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hence by celebrating your life, we will have to be contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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I always try to relate with this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was dreaming of the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And my heart was beating fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I began to lose control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I began to lose control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I didn´t mean to hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I´m sorry that I made you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I didn´t mean to hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I´m just a jealous guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was feeling insecure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You might not love me anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was shivering inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was shivering inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I didn´t mean to hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I´m sorry that I made you cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I didn´t want to hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I´m just a jealous guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was trying to catch your eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thought that you were trying to hide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was swallowing my pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was swallowing my pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I didn´t mean to hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I´m sorry that I made you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I didn´t mean to hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I´m just a jealous guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So remember if u want to maintain a relation:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's really important for the other person in ur life to love u as u love that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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I liked reading it from a forwarded mail and hence publishing the same.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Slow Down Culture......Pl find time to read it.....its worth it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It's been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It's a rule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Globalize processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to posses a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate, hold x quantity of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. At the end, this always yields better results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Said in another words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;1. Sweden is about the size of San Pablo, a state in Brazil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3. Stockholm, has 500,000 people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, Nokia are some of its renowned companies. Volvo supplies the NASA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The first time I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me up at the hotel every morning. It was September, bit cold and snowy. We would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000 employees drive their car to work). The first day, I didn't say anything, either the second or third. One morning I asked, "Do you have a fixed parking space? I've noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot." To which he replied, "Since we're here early we'll have time to walk, and whoever gets in late will be late and need a place closer to the door. Don't you think? Imagine my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nowadays, there's a movement in Europe name Slow Food. This movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing. Slow Food is against its counterpart: the spirit of Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle. Slow Food is the basis for a bigger movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Basically, the movement questions the sense of "hurry" and "craziness" generated by globalization, fueled by the desire of "having in quantity" (life status) versus "having with quality", "life quality" or the "quality of being". French people, even though they work 35 hours per week, are more productive than Americans or British. Germans have established 28.8 hour workweeks and have seen their productivity been driven up by 20%. This slow attitude has brought forth the US's attention, pupils of the fast and the "do it now!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This no-rush attitude doesn't represent doing less or having a lower productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality, productivity, perfection, with attention to detail and less stress. It means reestablishing family values, friends, free and leisure time. Taking the "now", present and concrete, versus the "global", undefined and anonymous. It means taking humans' essential values, the simplicity of living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It stands for a less coercive work environment, more happy, lighter and more productive where humans enjoy doing what they know best how to do. It's time to stop and think on how companies need to develop serious quality with no-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of products and services, without losing the essence of spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;In the movie, Scent of a Woman, there's a scene where Al Pacino asks a girl to dance and she replies, "I can't, my boyfriend will be here any minute now". To which Al responds, "A life is lived in an instant". Then they dance to a tango. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it when we die of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on time. Others are so anxious of living the future that they forget to live the present, which is the only time that truly exists. We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We need to live each moment. As John Lennon said, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Congratulations for reading till the end of this message. There are many who will have stopped in the middle so as not to waste time in this globalized world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how slow are you living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-4805525395685447605?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/4805525395685447605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=4805525395685447605' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/4805525395685447605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/4805525395685447605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/02/interesting-reflection.html' title='An interesting reflection'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RcwyZARxvgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eVJr8f3qCBs/s72-c/attachmentc7ae3776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-1382262253973313304</id><published>2007-01-20T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:02:27.368+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life so Cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RbIFat4nwhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GxcKtHF6BCU/s1600-h/1_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022082491023344146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RbIFat4nwhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GxcKtHF6BCU/s320/1_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Name: Flight Lieutenant Ronald Kevin Serrao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Age: 26 Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Birthday: January 17th 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Deathday: January 18th 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Married on: April 29, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Married to: Flight Lieutenant Deepika Dadlani Serrao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RbIFhN4nwiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ekNs8zZNjlI/s1600-h/4_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022082602692493858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RbIFhN4nwiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ekNs8zZNjlI/s320/4_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just came to know about this person 2 days back. I had heard the news on T.V. about a guy who had lost his life flying an IAF aircraft. I ignored this news as we have so many IAF aircrafts meeting with accidents nowadays. However my sister updated me that this person happened to be from our native place, and hence i referred a site for more details on him. Reading about him made me feel life is so cruel at times. Why did he deserve to die in this manner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This guy was killed while taking part in a live air-to-ground firing exercise in Jaisalmer district of Rajasthan. His father John Serrao was a Lieutenant Colonel (Retired) and his mom Jessica Serrao was a doctor. He had not even completed 5 years with the IAF, but his life did come to a tragic end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It felt even worse reading his Orkut profile because we had people scrapping him on the 17th of January, wishing him on his birthday and the very next day people were writing scraps that involved condolences on his death. Life can change within such a short span of time. Don't know why GOD decided to call him at this early age. He had got married just about 8 months back to Flight Lieutenant Deepika, don't know what life has in store for this family now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Here are some details of their profile which really ticked the funny bone in me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Name: Ronald Kevin Serrao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Passions: Deepika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sports:I'm game for anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Activities: Try me out....i'm ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Books:I prefer them closed...or better still...in a library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Music: Can dance to any tune...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Movies: There are much better things to do in a hall ...I could never pay attention to one....;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cuisines: Aaah..now u'r talkin...love to eat...donno y some people call me a carnivore though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Job description: I always wanted to fly high in the sky ..so there i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Career interests: Aviation n aviation alone...d sky is my home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ideal match: Got one already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;First thing you will notice about me: Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In my bedroom you will find: What do do expect....a football field???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RbIFr94nwjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MYUe9_-Banw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022082787376087602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RbIFr94nwjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MYUe9_-Banw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Name: Deepika Dadlani Serrao&lt;br /&gt;About me: Have you seen beauty with brains....its me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Activities: Love travelling...esp with kevin&lt;br /&gt;Music: Crazy bout any kind of music..esp the kind kevin plays for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TV shows: Don't have time to watch the telly when kevin's around.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Movies: If only i could get my eyes off my husband...&lt;br /&gt;Cuisines: Anything made by kevin&lt;br /&gt;First thing you will notice about me: Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Turn offs: Anyone other than kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My idea of a perfect first date: Just kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;From my past relationships i learned: Kevin is the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Five things i can't live without: kevin, kevin, kevin, kevin, kevin&lt;br /&gt;In my bedroom you will find: kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022082916225106498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RbIFzd4nwkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qo6YvrB71dY/s320/3_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What more can i say or write about what i have read of him. May his soul rest in peace and may his family come to terms with his loss, which would definitely take some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-1382262253973313304?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/1382262253973313304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=1382262253973313304' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/1382262253973313304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/1382262253973313304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-so-cruel.html' title='Life so Cruel'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RbIFat4nwhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GxcKtHF6BCU/s72-c/1_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-6389647995737963261</id><published>2007-01-07T18:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:10:49.275+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spot the Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saddam Hussein:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RaD1n58vpOI/AAAAAAAAADs/5b3zCq6KGME/s1600-h/dickey02_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017280050810037474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RaD1n58vpOI/AAAAAAAAADs/5b3zCq6KGME/s320/dickey02_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He happened to be the president of his country for a period spanning more than two decades,&lt;br /&gt;However the fear which he generated among his own people was more than any other head of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arab nations admired him as a leader, who dared to defy Israel and the West,&lt;br /&gt;However some called him a barbaric dictator who should be finally laid to Rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efforts from different world leaders failed in his persuasion,&lt;br /&gt;And his regime was finally overthrown by a United States invasion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His capture by the U.S. forces resulted in the start of his persecution,&lt;br /&gt;And justice was finally delivered to his people in the form of his execution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;George Bush:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RaD14p8vpPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NDwLGxh-5Oc/s1600-h/George%20Bush%20flys_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017280338572846322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RaD14p8vpPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NDwLGxh-5Oc/s320/George%2520Bush%2520flys_edited.JPG" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He is currently the president of his country for a period which is nearing two terms,&lt;br /&gt;However the fear which he generates among Islamic countries is more than any other head of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western nations consider him as a leader, who defied the United Nations and rest of the West,&lt;br /&gt;However most of the Arab countries and other nations think of him only as a good speaker and for his similarity to a chimpanzee at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efforts from different world leaders in going to war failed in his persuasion,&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully his regime will be finally overthrown by a United States election,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully his capture by the Islamic Terrorists result in the start of his persecution,&lt;br /&gt;And justice will be finally delivered to the civilians families who died in Iraq &amp;amp; Afghanistan in the form of his execution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-6389647995737963261?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/6389647995737963261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=6389647995737963261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/6389647995737963261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/6389647995737963261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2007/01/spot-difference.html' title='Spot the Difference'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RaD1n58vpOI/AAAAAAAAADs/5b3zCq6KGME/s72-c/dickey02_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-7354367890927836360</id><published>2007-01-01T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:08:12.442+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Physically or Mentally Raped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RZkQs4xSm3I/AAAAAAAAADU/xKKMVcBGOPs/s1600-h/rape_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015058023393172338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RZkQs4xSm3I/AAAAAAAAADU/xKKMVcBGOPs/s320/rape_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently i happened to watch a Marathi movie on one of the cable channels in Pune. The movie was titled &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saatchya Aat Gharat&lt;/span&gt; (At home before seven). The movie was based on a true life incident and the end posed a question to all men watching it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story revolved around the rape of one of the girl students in Pune University by a fake police man. The incident not only covers the incident and its effects, but also the culture which the youth of today seem to blindly follow as modern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The victim in this case happened to go out with her so called boy friend to a remote location at around night time. A person who impersonated as a cop, caught the two when they happened to get cozy. He then demanded their identity cards. As the couple did not have the same, the guy was told to get the ID card. The Cop then raped her in the guy's absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fallout of this incident was the boy friend did not want to enter any relation with the girl, as she had been raped. The guy was concerned about the reaction of his family and society members if he were to enter into marriage with this female who had been "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RAPED&lt;/span&gt;". A group of friends who were their classmates tried their best to convince the guy not to ditch her. However the guy posed a hypothetical question to one of his friends about what would he have done if he were in his place and his girl friend was raped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy seemed to have no answer and he said as the question was hypothetical in nature he did not think it was necessary to answer the same. This guys girl friend then realized that the person who she thought was worth marrying, did not have the appropriate answer to what would he have done if she was raped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie thus shows how the society has still not changed in regards to its outlook towards woman, especially when the woman happens to be a rape victim. There are a number of other issues which the youth of today can relate through this film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However the one question posed by the guy, seems to have left a real imprint on my mind. What would i have done if my girl friend was raped? Would i ditch her, just because she is no longer a virgin? Is virginity the only issue for a boy to love a girl? Does a guy only love a girl for her physical features? What would i or you have done if the girl in this case was not our girlfriend and happened to be your wife, sister, or some relative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This issue has made me think, but i feel the society needs to have a convincing answer. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do you have one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RYfeqAbRYLI/AAAAAAAAACo/oAbauIRKG6A/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RYTSwgbRYKI/AAAAAAAAACE/wpu70wHedf8/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roads that had been flooded by floods in Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Increase in the average temperature of the Earth's atmosphere is known as global warming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;However with the signs being so evident still we are showing no signs of transforming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;With every passing day its becoming clear that we humans are to blame for this mess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;But we are definitely not doing anything worth and the problem is just growing in excess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RYfeqAbRYMI/AAAAAAAAACw/8PE20tJsV18/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010217923723223234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RYfeqAbRYMI/AAAAAAAAACw/8PE20tJsV18/s320/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RYTSdwbRYHI/AAAAAAAAABs/JfBRKzuyDAg/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desert impacted by the heavy rains in U.A.E last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Expected effects of global warming are many and various, both for the environment and for human life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;However on this issue the influential countries of the world for their personal gains are still in strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Major cause of global warming is the carbon dioxide released when fossil fuels like oil and coal are burned for energy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Hence cleaner cars and cleaner power plants are some of the most important factors that can help overcome a major tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RYfeqQbRYNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UvPcipP94oE/s1600-h/pic13712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010217928018190546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RYfeqQbRYNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UvPcipP94oE/s320/pic13712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RYTSeAbRYJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/208bfMW29v4/s1600-h/pic13712.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vehicles that were damaged because of the water accumulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Countries including the United States and United Kingdom are witnessing their worst summers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;While countries like the United Arab Emirates that have been deserts are witnessing floods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Its high time where in all countries reach a common agreement on ways to tackle this issue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;And give mother nature the necessary treatment which for long has been overdue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 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He was a cheerful lad with not a care in the world. A special friend had he, the little blue hummingbird. Now this little boy didn't have a lot of great friends, but the little bird and the boy were inseparable friends. The boy loved the little hummingbird so, he built him a home. The bird also loved the boy and would follow him wherever he would go. As time went by their love grew and grew.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Then one day the young lad met a pretty young girl in school. The girl had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cute little smile. This was about the time of the biggest dance of the year. All the boy could think about was how he would love to take the girl to the dance. He gathered his courage all day and at the end of school confronted the girl and asked her to go with him to the dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now this young girl was very popular and felt she did not want to be seen with the boy who cared for her so, but she did not want to hurt his feelings and so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6644/4177/1600/666242/2050-200019-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6644/4177/1600/916804/2050-200019-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;figured out a way to avoid saying no or yes. She told the boy if he brought her a red rose she would allow him to escort her to the dance. This hurt the little boy because he knew that in the land of Tandow there had never been a red rose, in fact the only roses in the land of Tandow were white.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way home the boy kept mumbling to himself why couldn't she have asked for a white rose. There were hundreds of them in his front yard. Feeling sorry for himself the boy didn't even notice his friend the hummingbird fluttering above him. Now the bird loved him so, that it could tell instantly the boy was troubled. The bird hovered closer as the boy mumbled on home. Now the bird knew why the bird was so troubled.The bird could not rest all the night long, it pondered all night, a solution to the boy's problem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally as the sun began to rise the answer to how the bird could help his best friend entered his mind. The little blue hummingbird flew to a rose bush and searched for a large rose with a stem bearing thorns directly above it. Now the bird chose a thorn and with all the power in his wings cast his small body against the sharp thorn. It entered with great pain, as the tear drops of blood fell upon the white petals of the rose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now as the boy was ready for school, as he left the house he saw a red rose, he could hardly believe it, he ran to the bush and plucked the red rose. In his excitement he failed to notice the lifeless little body that lay below the bush in a puddle of blood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy as could be, he began with his red rose on his way to school. Before he got there some other boys playing football in a field called to him and asked him to come and play. His first thought was, no, he had something more important to do. But they begged him and said they really needed him to even the teams. He looked at the rose, then them, then back at the rose. He said to himself. Ah!!! she didn't really want to go with me anyway. Then, throwing the rose down, the boy went and played football. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RXu7yGIeIII/AAAAAAAAAAs/wTIFQ_fkw5Y/s1600-h/jesus_manger_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006801880066433154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QDwzOtwQ1SU/RXu7yGIeIII/AAAAAAAAAAs/wTIFQ_fkw5Y/s320/jesus_manger_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've probably already figured out the allegory... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6644/4177/1600/102817/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. The boy is each of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. The humming bird is Jesus Christ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. The girl is eternal life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. The rose is the atonement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. The football game is the worldly things we sometimes feel are so important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The message &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6644/4177/1600/637075/CH58B_B_Baby%20Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6644/4177/1600/753209/CH58B_B_Baby%20Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e season;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s a time of year to give the world something more just than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6644/4177/1600/659450/CH58B_B_Baby%20Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;presents from the store. Love is God. Live in love. Start the day with love. Spend the day with love. End the day with love. This is the way to God. Only the person who is filled with love will be dear to the Lord. Let us all spread Love and make Jesus the reason for the Season.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(This was the 49th post on my blog. However this was the first one which i had not written. I had read this article on my colleagues blog: &lt;a href="http://ramcomendonca.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://ramcomendonca.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. With his permission i have published the same article on my blog, as the main purpose of this article was to convey the right message to the people reading this. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7287/1647/320/481906/Mom%20dad%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;There is a person who in the last 2 months has had to really slog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hence i thought it was very worth mentioning her on my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I never knew this lady was really so strong from inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Coz every setback for him in hospital she took in her stride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;She lived her entire life under his shadow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But throughout his suffering she did not mellow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Every single day she was there with him in hospital, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And do believe me that in itself is very brutal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;With every passing day his health condition started looking very grim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But still she managed to never break down a single day in front of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It was always expected that his passing away would bring out all the tears she had so long controlled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And despite efforts by one and all there was no better person from whom she would get consoled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I know she will miss his presence every single day of her life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And that is something one can't help as she was his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hopefully with time she will come in terms with his loss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Coz that is something in words we won't be able to put across. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Every moment that we fell down its you we used to clutch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;For everything you have been to us mom, thank you very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I know that words don't express everything one feels. 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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-332912004497475047?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/332912004497475047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=332912004497475047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/332912004497475047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/332912004497475047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-mummy-strongest.html' title='My Mummy Strongest'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-4962653245739251919</id><published>2006-11-12T13:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:14:03.604+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What's Cooking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7287/1647/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7287/1647/320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I always wanted to learn cooking and i have tried out small things every now and then. Going to China and watching my colleague George cook so easily, motivated me to learn cooking. Hence 2day i decided to cook a complete meal for myself as i was alone at home. So i decided to cook chicken masala, rice, and tomato curry. I had the recipe for chicken masala so i went ahead accumulating the ingredients for the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chicken Masala (Time: 1:30 minutes)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ingredients: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Boneless chicken pieces, 500 gm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Chilli Powder, 1 tea spoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ginger-Garlic paste, 2 tea spoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Oil, 4 table spoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Salt, 1 table spoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Onion, 2 medium sized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tomato, 2 medium sized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Potato, 1 medium sized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Green Chillies, 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Coriander leaves, according to requirement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Water, according to requirement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Chicken Masala, 3 tea spoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Preparation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Marinate 500 gm of chicken pieces with 1 tea spoon of chilli powder, 1 tea spoon of ginger-garlic paste, &amp; salt. Keep this as it is for 1 hour. Fry 2 chopped onions in 4 table spoon oil. Add 3 chopped green chillies. 1 tea spoon ginger-garlic paste, &amp;amp; 3 tea spoon of chicken masala. Fry this stuff for 2 minutes. Add marinated chicken, 2 chopped tomatoes, water, chopped potato, and coriander leaves. Cook for 30 minutes. Ready to be served. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomato Curry (Time: 15 minutes)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ingredients: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tomato Puree, 2 table spoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Onion, 1 medium sized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Coriander leaves, according to requirement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Water, 200ml &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Preparation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Heat 200 ml water for about 5 minutes. Add 2 table spoon of Tomato puree and stir it in the heating water. Add chopped onion pieces and coriander leaves to this mixture. Boil this mixture for about 10 minutes. Ready to be served. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cooked Rice (Time: 25-30 minutes)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ingredients: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Rice, 300 gm (according to requirement) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Water, 500 ml &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Salt, 1 tea spoon ( Change according to rice quantity) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Preparation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Heat water for about 10 minutes in a utensil. Wash rice 3-4 times to clean it properly. Add rice to this boiling water, and add 1 tea spoon of salt. Stir occasionally. Heat this mixture till rice becomes sufficiently soft. Turn off the gas, and drain the water from the utensil. Keep this drained rice for about 15 minutes. Ready to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hoping that the food has tasted good enough so that i can continue my attempts at cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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For those who don’t know, my dad had been diagnosed with multiple complications after being admitted to hospital. This was dads 45th day in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was very fine till about the first week of September. However after I left for Pune, my dad had got himself admitted to Asha Parekh hospital for some tests after he had complained of chest pain. During his 6 day stay in this hospital he was diagnosed with chronic renal failure. In simpler terms it meant 90-95% failure of the kidneys. The only solution for this was performing an operation for setting up a fistula in the forearm by which he would need to undergo &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dialysis"&gt;dialysis &lt;/a&gt;for his entire life by coming to hospital 2 days in a week. The doctors had updated that the &lt;a href="http://www.kidneypatientguide.org.uk/site/fistulaAnim.php"&gt;fistula &lt;/a&gt;was not required at the moment and so they discharged him after specifying some medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the period of 4 days after being discharged from hospital, my dad developed rashes on his entire body. He complained of chest pain again and had vomiting and so the local doctor was called home a couple of times. On the following Sunday afternoon he complained of severe chest pain and hence we moved him to Holy Spirit Hospital. The doctors after performing some initial tests confirmed that he had some complications in his heart and immediately admitted him to the ICU. During this period his Fistula operation was done, however the chest pain increased once dialysis had started. As Holy Spirit Hospital did not have a Cardio Unit he was moved to Nanavati Hospital. My dad had been in Holy Spirit for about 12 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being admitted in the ICCU of Nanavati Hospital, the doctors performed an &lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=11222"&gt;Angiography &lt;/a&gt;operation which is needed to check if there are any complications in the heart. This operation confirmed that my dad had 3 blocks in his heart which was the cause of chest pain. So the doctors suggested a &lt;a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/tutorials/coronaryarterybypassgraft/htm/_no_50_no_0.htm"&gt;Bypass Surgery &lt;/a&gt;which would get rid of these blocks and we agreed for the same. The 72 critical hours after the operation passed peacefully, however because of his kidney problems some complications arose. He developed swelling around his stomach and the doctors passed this off as nothing serious. They treated this with some medicines; however my dad was wreathing with pain for more than a week. The doctors said that because of his multiple problems of Diabetes, Blood pressure, Bypass Surgery and Kidney problems some complications may have taken place. During his 23 stay here in Nanavati Hospital he was admitted in ICCU for about 75% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had thought that after having come out of that 72 critical hours after Bypass he would recover. However God had something else planned for him. Till the 40th day we had hopes that he would be discharged and we could take it home. However the problems intensified during his last 5 days and he even did not have the strength to speak. The doctors had left hope on the 44th day and seeing the pain and agony he had gone through during these days, even I prayed that to god to give him death. My dad always wanted a peaceful death; however god had some other plans. On the 44th day in hospital he was put on ventilator because of his breathing problems. Me and my cousin sister stayed that night in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Blood Pressure had started dropping throughout the night despite of strong medications from the nurse to prevent this. At about 4:40 A.M on October 31st the screen which indicates the Oxygen showed zero, and a red line came on screen with a sound and my dad just banged his head on the left side and he passed away. This was the first time I had seen someone dying and believe me it was not a good feeling. The nurses and doctor ran into the ICCU at the moment but it was a bit late. They tried their best to bring him back to life, however it was not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor then broke the news to me and I informed my brother and sister firstly. I then called my cousins and my Dads elder brother and wife went home and broke the news to mom. It was a very hard time for the entire family. After being in hospital for so many days everyone expected him to get well so that we could bring him home. My Mom had stood like a rock with him during the entire 45 days. She did not break for a single moment until the 44th day. It was expected that she would show all her emotions on his death and she cried her heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I will regret is that we could not bring dad back home alive. My dad was always telling in hospital to take him back home. When we told him we would take him home once he recovers, he always said I know that you people will take me straight to the Cemetery and no where else and that proved the case. The last 45 days were physically, mentally, and financially exhausting for all in the family. However my brother left no stone unturned in his recovery. It was only possible due to my brothers help that dad managed to get all this treatment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We will miss dad’s physical presence every day of our lives. However his thoughts and beliefs will definitely guide and strengthen us throughout our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-115850813666328869?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/115850813666328869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=115850813666328869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115850813666328869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115850813666328869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-in-news.html' title='What&apos;s in NEWS?'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-115779906865195958</id><published>2006-09-09T15:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:59:07.392+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just felt like writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/1600/DSCN0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/320/DSCN0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have not written a poem since a pretty long time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And this is something i really missed as a pastime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I guess one needs a topic that is really motivating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coz the best comes out when you associate with that thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Most of the poems i had written when i was really inspired by a girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And that was the time when thinking about her made my mind swirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think poems are ones feeling that are felt by the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And that is something i could not write with a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But it's been a good time as i tried to come out of this situation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And hopefully i'll get better topics to handle my emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Note&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its important for the other person in ur life to love u as u love that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-115779906865195958?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/115779906865195958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=115779906865195958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115779906865195958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115779906865195958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-felt-like-writing.html' title='Just felt like writing'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-115649417207462155</id><published>2006-08-25T13:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:16:04.194+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Windows of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/1600/7129scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/320/7129scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday morning Sunil and his relative Joe decided to visit Shenzhen, the place where I and George were staying. We decided to meet at a place called Windows of the World which is a major tourist attraction here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and George went to visit them at the railway station. This place is known as Windows of the World because it has replicas of all the worlds’ famous monuments. At the entrance it self there was a replica of the Ashoka Chakra. As we entered this place, I did not realize it was so big, but at the end, even one complete day was not enough to watch all the monuments. We seen replicas of the White house, Twin towers, Sydney harbor, Niagara Falls, Statue of Liberty, Taj Mahal, Leaning Tower, Egyptian pyramids, Buckingham palace, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were restaurants inside this place. So we had lunch at one of these food joints. I and Joe did not enough the food that much. This was the second bad experience if I may say with the food here. We had ice-cream and then continued visiting all the monuments. We tried removing our snaps with all these replicas. In between a Chinese girl wanted to remove her snap with me, for which I willingly agreed. There was also this father who wanted to remove snaps of his kid with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day’s visit to this place was really not enough. We were taking breaks between all these sightseeing. Sunil had brought a lot of biscuits and cakes, which was a welcome refreshment on this trip. The number of monuments that were created were breathtaking and it had taken a lot of investment and effort to achieve this final result. This place truly deserves the attention of visitors and native alike. In between we also saw an Indian arrow shooting place. Here we had to pay a fee for purchasing the bows and arrows. I for one only managed to hit the target once in my ten attempts and that to at my tenth attempt. It was a feeling like: Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to attend our day by attending one of the final programs for the day. It was a stage show and they were performing acts related to the history of different countries. It was a truly enjoyable day and was worth every Yuan we paid for this visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-115649417207462155?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/115649417207462155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=115649417207462155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115649417207462155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115649417207462155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2006/08/windows-of-world_25.html' title='Windows of the World'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-115641493905749559</id><published>2006-08-24T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:59:07.225+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/1600/a020scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/320/a020scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and George had to renew our visas and so we had to visit Hong Kong. So we decided to go on 29th July. Abdul also decided to accompany us as he knew this place better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met at Shi Ji Juan station at about 10:20 A.M. I and George had taken a bus to reach this station. From Shi Ji Juan station we took a metro train for Luo Hu. This journey took us about 40 minutes. This place is the border between China and Hong Kong and one needs to go through the immigration formalities here. Once we finished with all the necessary formalities of immigration, we decided to see some shopping malls in HK. So we caught a train for East Tsim Sha Shui. This took us another 40 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was already lunch time, we decided to convert the currency in HK Dollars and visited an Indian restaurant. We had rice, dal and chicken tikka here. (I know your mouth would be watering now, what with me always updating you about the food I had.) After lunch we went to some shopping malls. George wanted to purchase a digital camera, so he got a pretty good one here. I realized that HK was a really expensive place for shopping. All international brands were sold here and there were no sales right now. I did not want to return empty handed so purchased some toys for my niece and nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then caught a ferry to go to the main HK Island. Some of the biggest apartments were in this place; it was an 88 storey building. This place really looked spectacular at night. We then went to McDonalds and after visiting some places nearby decided to return for home. In terms of shopping, this place was not fruitful as clothes out here were really very expensive. I think if I ever were to visit HK again, I should make it a point to be there when there are heavy sales or else only if I am a millionaire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-115634998225501152?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/115634998225501152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=115634998225501152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115634998225501152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115634998225501152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2006/08/relationship-problem_23.html' title='Relationship Problem'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-115634988996034319</id><published>2006-08-23T21:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:59:07.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ENGLISH KORNER (18/07/06)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/1600/DSCN0116.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/320/DSCN0116.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week while having lunch in the office I and George met David. He asked us if we were from India and we had a good conversation. He asked us if we could join him and others for a discussion which they have once a week. We decided to accept his invitation for the following week. They have this meeting every Tuesday after office hours in one of the meeting rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the following week Abdul also joined us, we 3 went to attend this discussion. They welcomed us by giving a round of applause and said they were really happy to welcome their Indian brethren. There were about 15-20 people here. This group calls themselves the English Corner. We formally introduced ourselves to them and they did the same. During this discussion I came to know why the staff in this company had English names. The company’s policy is such that when a person joins the organization they provide them with an English name. It sounds very strange, coz who would like to be known by a name which he/she had no relation with till they completed their graduation. This policy was in place so that when foreigners would come to their company it would be easier for them to remember the English names rather than the Chinese one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people out here were very excited to know about India. Some of the questions might sound ridiculous, but these were really asked. I am just stating some of these here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1) Does real life in India differ from reel life? (This was asked specifically because they had seen girls and boys singing and dancing in Indian movies.)&lt;br /&gt;Q2) If a boy has more money can he marry more than one wife?&lt;br /&gt;Q3) Why do Indian girls win so many beauty contests?&lt;br /&gt;Q4) Does the husband pay money to the bride while getting married or vice-versa?&lt;br /&gt;Q5) How many servants does an average indian have in the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of their questions had us in splits, while for some we just didn’t have any answer. Though most of these guys speak in broken English, it’s encouraging to see them learning a language even though they know that it would hardly be used in the market there. Some of these guys were just learning so that they could communicate with foreigners and understand them. I know it would be difficult for these guys to improve their language as they hardly have access to English media. But did someone say, Nothing in life comes easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-115634988996034319?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/115634988996034319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=115634988996034319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115634988996034319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115634988996034319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2006/08/english-korner-180706_23.html' title='ENGLISH KORNER (18/07/06)'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-115626211050340056</id><published>2006-08-22T21:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:59:06.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A GOOD WEEK (23/07/06)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/1600/DSC04489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/320/DSC04489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George’s college friend Sunil Philip was staying in a place called Guangzhou which was about 3 hours away from our apartment in Shenzhen. He happened to return to this place after a vacation in India. So we decided to meet him on the weekend of 22-23rd July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(Picture left to right: George, Me and Sunil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and George left on Saturday morning at about 10:30 A.M and we reached Guangzhou at about 2 P.M. We needed a bus and 2 trains to reach this place. Sunil came to receive us at the station. We clicked some snaps near the station and then took a cab to his apartment. The flat which he stayed was on the 20th floor of a 30 floor apartment. His apartment was the best that I had ever seen. A Chinese maid had cooked chapattis, baigann ka bhartha and potato vegetable. After having a good meal Sunil took us to a place called Beijing Lu, this is a very good place for shopping. All international and local brands are sold out here. I was hardly able to control myself and I purchased many clothes. We were there here for about 3 hours, and then we went to a shopping mall. Most shopping malls here are at least 4- 6 floors. We spend an hour here and then went to a Muslim restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good. I had beef kebabs, mutton kheema, chicken with cashew nuts and afghani bread. (Is your mouth watering?) The staff here were of the border areas and one could mistake them for Russians or Kashmiris. After having this heavy meal we returned home around midnight. We watched T.V and I slept at about 2 P.M after we had our gossip. However George and Sunil happened to sleep after 4 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day morning we all got up late, had a light breakfast and then went out to see some other shopping malls. We had lunch in a Hunan restaurant. The menu included beef mixed with some vegetables, rice and soya pannier and some mixed vegetables. After this we visited one of the biggest malls in Asia. After this we went to Sunil’s office. He was the manager of this office and so he had the keys. We then sat for an hour and then went to his apartment. We left at about 6:30 P.M. Sunil came to leave us to the station. We reached our apartment at about 10 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best weekend I had in China, and I hope this is the first of many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-115626211050340056?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/115626211050340056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=115626211050340056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115626211050340056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115626211050340056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-week-230706.html' title='A GOOD WEEK (23/07/06)'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-115626193434407156</id><published>2006-08-22T21:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:59:06.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Week in China (16/07/06)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/1600/IMG_0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/320/IMG_0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a week since I landed in China, and I have really enjoyed my stay till now. At the start of this trip I knew that food was going to be a problem here. However one week has passed and I have not yet had an upset stomach. Every evening my colleague George cooks vegetables and rice for dinner. So this was like having home made food. In the afternoon at workplace we order meat curry and rice. This food is spicy just like our Indian food. So the food in fact has been very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Picture top row left to right: George, Me, Allan, Abdul. Bottom row left to right: Carrol, Grace, Joline and Jessie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office timings here are 8:30 A.M to 5:45 P.M, Monday to Friday. There are some company buses that leave at 8 A.M, about 5 minutes from our apartment. So I wake up daily at 6:40 A.M and have bread and jam, bananas and a glass of vitamin C juice. Every evening when we return from work, we head straight to the supermarket, purchase some vegetables and some necessities and then return home. Because George takes care of the cooking, I only bother to fill my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workplace is good. The first thing we do after entering the office is access the Internet. There is an Internet Café in the office, as we are not allowed to send mails from our work seat. Lunch is from 11:45 A.M to 1 P.M. The lights go off prior to lunch indicating that’s it’s a lunch break. People here finish their lunch in 15-20 minutes and take a nap. People here bring their sleeping stands to office. They just open these and go to sleep. Other than the 4-5 people we interact with, the others don’t really speak English. People here only speak the local language, so if we have to communicate with them, it’s definitely not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at the supermarket is easy coz all products have their price tags displayed. It is better if one is able to locate the product he/she wants than to try asking for a product. Allan our project lead has provided us with 3 sheets of translation. It basically contains some information in English along with its Chinese translation. So if we want to know which bus goes from any place to our apartment we just show that paper to the people at the bus stop. Allan has been really very helpful. From the first day itself he has been helping us out in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only scare I had this week was during the Mumbai blasts. Because of the time difference between India and China, (China is 2:30 hours ahead of India) I had already gone to sleep. George happened to watch the English news channel, so he woke me up o update about the same. I called up home soon after to find out about their safety. By next day evening I was able to confirm that all my friends were safe. It’s sad that about 200 or more innocent people lost their lives, but it was good to know that people continued with their lives as usual the very next day. Cheers to Mumbai’s never say die attitude. God is there to do justice to what is right and wrong. I know that he is watching all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to end this article as it starts to rain here. I think its going to be a wet weekend. But I don’t think it’s going to have an impact on us as we have to just eat, sleep and watch T.V. for the next 2 days. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-115626193434407156?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/115626193434407156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=115626193434407156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115626193434407156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115626193434407156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-in-china-160706.html' title='A Week in China (16/07/06)'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-115626121135052385</id><published>2006-08-22T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:59:06.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Two Days in China (09/07/06)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/1600/DSC04460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/320/DSC04460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to China via Bangkok and hence I knew in advance that the journey would be a bit hectic. George Abraham from the Bangalore division gave me company from Bangkok International Airport. After we finished with all the immigration formalities in HK and China, we finally stepped into China. We needed 2 flights, a bus and a car to reach our apartment in Shenzhen. As soon as we had stepped at the taxi stand after alighting from the bus, Allan from the client company was waiting for us with a placard displaying our names. He took us in a local taxi to the apartment we would be staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment we were going to stay was a fully furnished house. It had a T.V, Fridge, Microwave, Dishwasher, Washing Machine, Cooking Gas and a Geyser. There were 3 bedrooms, I and George decided on our rooms while in the mean time Allan went to get some drinking water for us. Allan was heading the international marketing division for the product they were developing. I took bath and then had Maggie noodles which George had cooked in the microwave. In the evening Allan took us to one of the employee’s house who stayed near our apartment. This females name was Grace and Allan was updating me that she was unmarried and was pulling my leg. Grace offered us coconut juice and we then went out for dinner. The people in China have their dinner by 6:30 – 7 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel which they took us was only providing chopsticks, so Grace went out to a shop to purchase spoons and forks. Allan ordered mutton, beef, chicken and some vegetables. I just had mutton fry and rice, as I did not like the way the rest of the food was cooked. I felt bad in a way as I did not want them to feel that I was not enjoying their food. But being the first day I was trying to avoid having an upset stomach. We went to one of the supermarkets and then came back home to end what was our first day in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we both got up quite late. I had jam and bread for breakfast. George then gave me some cash and told me to purchase rice and cooking oil from the supermarket. I managed to purchase this after performing some actions as the people out here doing speak Chinese. After coming home George cooked some rice and added some cooking masala which he had brought from India. In the evening Allan came to our house and took us to some different supermarkets. We did some basic shopping and returned home. Think will have sausages tonight. That’s all for the first 2 days in China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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&lt;!-- /Indian Bloggers --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13499511-115626121135052385?l=cedric786.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/feeds/115626121135052385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13499511&amp;postID=115626121135052385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115626121135052385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13499511/posts/default/115626121135052385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedric786.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-two-days-in-china-090706.html' title='First Two Days in China (09/07/06)'/><author><name>Cedric Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325186920543132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtbYFirKhxg/TiLdroMjsFI/AAAAAAAABl4/vzvNuHxVN9w/s220/IMG_7182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13499511.post-115209578698597562</id><published>2006-07-05T15:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:59:06.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ni hao (Hello)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/1600/hello.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/940/1189/320/hello.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A good opportunity has finally come my way,&lt;br /&gt;And with this i hope my career will make headway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a project my company would be sending me to china,&lt;br /&gt;And i hope i can execute my work with good stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss says i was really destined to have this opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;And this makes me feel that with this company i'll have a good affinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he would be banking on my commitment to this company,&lt;br /&gt;And i hope the loyalty i show in years to this organization would be many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had expected such an offer to come my way so fast,&lt;br /&gt;And things are really looking much better than the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been only two months but i'd really like to admit,&lt;br /&gt;That i am already thinking of making my life at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commitgroup.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Commit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Image Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://www.chinasoft.com.au/images/nihao.jpg"&gt;http://www.chinasoft.com.au/images/nihao.jpg&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Indian Bloggers --&gt;
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We went about walking here and there, before finally watching &lt;a href="http://www.dirkpaasche.de/2001/india/Bombay/02_Gateway_to_India.jpg"&gt;Gateway of India&lt;/a&gt;, and having a good meal at Bade Miyan (&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bade Miyan is in between Taj &amp; Colaba Causeway, you can eat on the road or in your car and its open till the early hours of the morning.)&lt;/span&gt; That week turned out really well, so i decided in advance that even this weekend i would not stay at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Saturday morning the first thing i did was to attend a months mind mass at &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/HolyFly/hlyflymap.htm"&gt;Holy Family Church Andheri&lt;/a&gt;, and i did happen to meet most of my relatives there. I then went to visit my school friends in Kalina whom i had lost touch in between when i shifted to Vasai. It really feels so good to stay in touch with friends with whom we definitely had a good time. I decided on saturday evening that on sunday morning i would leave for Vasai and meet my old building friends and relatives out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I did meet my relatives and i even had lunch at my cousin's place there. I met my friends in the morning and we decided to go to Suruchi Beach in the afternoon. So after lunch we around 10 guys wearing our shorts and with a football and bat and balls decided to leave for that spot. This place is around 15 minutes away from my earlier residence in Vasai. So we decided to catch hold of 2 autowalas and after some bargaining managed to convince them to accommodate 5 of us in each auto with a fare of Rs.10 per person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Being a Sunday this place was very crowded. Parents with their children, boyfriends and girlfriends all seemed to be there. We located a spot at one end of the beach and decided to play football first. So we made two teams of 5 a side each and started with the game. Though i managed to score the first goal of this match, we eventually lost 3-2 when we decided to stop the game. We guys happened to be tired within the first fifteen minutes; i wonder how these footballers manage to play for 90 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Afterwards we just decided to clean ourselves by going in the water, though none of us was interested in swimming. My friends did manage to play a prank on me, though i was the one who had initially started with this when i lived there. We finally decided to leave for home at around 6 P.M. I then left for Kalina and promised to meet them again more often than i did this time. When i stayed for Vasai for 6 years, we hardly went for such outings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It was definitely a good weekend and overall a good week. I did get an offer from my current company for a visit to China in early July. 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