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How would you answer this interview question  yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Job interview questions can be difficult at times, but one  question that definitely causes many people to get nervous is "Why do you want  to work here?" It is a very frank, hard job interview question, and one that  every job seeker could use a few tips on how to approach. Essentially, it's just  one hurdle in your job hunt you will need to overcome - so to learn how to  respond to such an interview question with a clear, confident, and impressive  answer, watch this video!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="New window will open" href="http://www.linkedin.com/redirect?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnewgradlife%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F2009%2F12%2Fjob-interview-interview-questions%2Ehtml&amp;urlhash=zcSV" target="_blank"&gt;http://newgradlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/job-interview-interview-questions.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want to work here?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I saw the funniest comment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminded me of a joke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seen the guy's small instrument,  girl asks "Who do you think you'll satisfy with this thing", the guy replies "Me  of course..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question you raised is another version of that story.  I always reply such a question with honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the information,  the job / project allows application of a new technology, new opportunities,  pays good, pays normal and I'm broke, I give the right answer.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-5926668982568506950?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5926668982568506950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-want-to-work-here-can-you-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5926668982568506950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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target="_blank"&gt;http://www.xobdo.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one translation (as a dictionary) given below,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefundoowriter.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/result.png"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-904" title="result" src="http://thefundoowriter.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/result.png?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-9005766516180257172?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9005766516180257172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2010/02/online-dictionary-for-n-e-india-xobdo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is your Competitor tomorrow!!!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Who is your Competitor tomorrow!!!??? - An interesting article By Y. L. R.  MOORTHI, Prof IIM Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy reading..!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have Breakfast… or…Be Breakfast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sells the largest number of cameras in India?&lt;br /&gt;Your guess is likely to  be Sony, Canon or Nikon. Answer is none of the above. The winner is Nokia whose  main line of business in India is not cameras but cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being  cameras bundled with cellphones are outselling stand alone cameras. Now, what  prevents the cellphone from replacing the camera outright? Nothing at all. One  can only hope the Sonys and Canons are taking note.&lt;br /&gt;Try this. Who is the  biggest in music business in India? You think it is HMV Sa-Re-Ga-Ma? Sorry. The  answer is Airtel. By selling caller tunes (that play for 30 seconds) Airtel  makes more than what music companies make by selling music albums (that run for  hours).&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally Airtel is not in music business. It is the mobile  service provider with the largest subscriber base in India. That sort of  competitor is difficult to detect, even more difficult to beat (by the time you  have identified him he has already gone past you). But if you imagine that Nokia  and Bharti (Airtel's parent) are breathing easy you can't be farther from truth.&lt;br /&gt;Nokia confessed that they all but missed the smartphone bus. They admit that  Apple's Iphone and Google's Android can make life difficult in future. But you  never thought Google was a mobile company, did you? If these illustrations mean  anything, there is a bigger game unfolding. It is not so much about mobile or  music or camera or emails?&lt;br /&gt;The "Mahabharat" (the great Indian epic battle)  is about "what is tomorrow's personal digital device"? Will it be a souped up  mobile or a palmtop with a telephone? All these are little wars that add up to  that big battle. Hiding behind all these wars is a gem of a question – "who is  my competitor?"&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, to intrigue my students I toss a question  at them. It says "What Apple did to Sony, Sony did to Kodak, explain?" The smart  ones get the answer almost immediately. Sony defined its market as audio (music  from the walkman). They never expected an IT company like Apple to encroach into  their audio domain. Come to think of it, is it really surprising? Apple as a  computer maker has both audio and video capabilities. . So what made Sony think  he won't compete on pure audio? "Elementary Watson". So also Kodak defined its  business as film cameras, Sony defines its businesses as "digital."&lt;br /&gt;In  digital camera the two markets perfectly meshed. Kodak was torn between going  digital and sacrificing money on camera film or staying with films and getting  left behind in digital technology. Left undecided it lost in both. It had to. It  did not ask the question "who is my competitor for tomorrow?" The same was true  for IBM whose mainframe revenue prevented it from seeing the PC. The same was  true of Bill Gates who declared "internet is a fad!" and then turned around to  bundle the browser with windows to bury Netscape. The point is not who is  today's competitor. Today's competitor is obvious. Tomorrow's is not.&lt;br /&gt;In  2008, who was the toughest competitor to British Airways in India? Singapore  airlines? Better still, Indian airlines? Maybe, but there are better answers.  There are competitors that can hurt all these airlines and others not mentioned.  The answer is videoconferencing and telepresence services of HP and Cisco.  Travel dropped due to recession. Senior IT executives in India and abroad were  compelled by their head quarters to use videoconferencing to shrink travel  budget. So much so, that the mad scramble for American visas from Indian techies  was nowhere in sight in 2008. (India has a quota of something like 65,000 visas  to the U.S. They were going a-begging. Blame it on recession!). So far so good.  But to think that the airlines will be back in business post recession is  something I would not bet on. In short term yes. In long term a resounding no.  Remember, if there is one place where Newton's law of gravity is applicable  besides physics it is in electronic hardware. Between 1977 and 1991 the prices  of the now dead VCR (parent of Blue-Ray disc player) crashed to one-third of its  original level in India. PC's price dropped from hundreds of thousands of rupees  to tens of thousands. If this trend repeats then telepresence prices will also  crash. Imagine the fate of airlines then. As it is not many are making money.  Then it will surely be RIP!&lt;br /&gt;India has two passions. Films and cricket. The  two markets were distinctly different. So were the icons. The cricket gods were  Sachin and Sehwag. The filmi gods were the Khans (Aamir Khan, Shah Rukh Khan and  the other Khans who followed suit). That was, when cricket was fundamentally  test cricket or at best 50 over cricket. Then came IPL and the two markets  collapsed into one. IPL brought cricket down to 20 overs. Suddenly an IPL match  was reduced to the length of a 3 hour movie.. Cricket became film's competitor.  On the eve of IPL matches movie halls ran empty. Desperate multiplex owners  requisitioned the rights for screening IPL matches at movie halls to hang on to  the audience. If IPL were to become the mainstay of cricket, as it is likely to  be, films have to sequence their releases so as not clash with IPL matches. As  far as the audience is concerned both are what in India are called 3 hour  "tamasha" (entertainment) . Cricket season might push films out of the market.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the products that vanished from India in the last 20 years. When did  you last see a black and white movie? When did you last use a fountain pen? When  did you last type on a typewriter? The answer for all the above is "I don't  remember!" For some time there was a mild substitute for the typewriter called  electronic typewriter that had limited memory. Then came the computer and mowed  them all. Today most technologically challenged guys like me use the computer as  an upgraded typewriter. Typewriters per se are nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;One last  illustration. 20 years back what were Indians using to wake them up in the  morning? The answer is "alarm clock." The alarm clock was a monster made of  mechanical springs. It had to be physically keyed every day to keep it running.  It made so much noise by way of alarm, that it woke you up and the rest of the  colony. Then came quartz clocks which were sleeker. They were much more gentle  though still quaintly called "alarms." What do we use today for waking up in the  morning? Cellphone! An entire industry of clocks disappeared without warning  thanks to cell phones. Big watch companies like Titan were the losers. You never  know in which bush your competitor is hiding!&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter vein, who are the  competitors for authors? Joke spewing machines? (Steve Wozniak, the co-founder  of Apple, himself a Pole, tagged a Polish joke telling machine to a telephone  much to the mirth of Silicon Valley). Or will the competition be story telling  robots? Future is scary! The boss of an IT company once said something  interesting about the animal called competition. He said "Have breakfast …or….  be breakfast"! 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I felt it would better if they provide link options for bloggers also, atleast wordpress and blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download it from here: &lt;a href="http://www.tweetdeck.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.tweetdeck.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6381622164106012543?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6381622164106012543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2010/02/must-have-application-tweetdeck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6381622164106012543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6381622164106012543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2010/02/must-have-application-tweetdeck.html' title='A must have application: TweetDeck'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-5602174773337045254</id><published>2010-02-04T17:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:12:28.770+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Why people in India hide the truth?</title><content type='html'>First let me ask you one question, did you watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/3_Idiots" target="_blank"&gt;3 Idiots&lt;/a&gt;? I think 90% of you people have watched it. Many say that it is one the wrong education system of India. From my point of view it is not, it is on the system that is there inside your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in India whenever you want to do something out of box, either you will be slapped by your parents, family or someone very close to you. Take the character of Madhavan, he wanted to be a photographer but because of his parents he went to engineering college. They forcefully stopped him to be a photographer. Have you watched &lt;a title="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fashion_%28film%29" target="_blank"&gt;Fashion&lt;/a&gt;? The same story here also, Priyanka Chopra’s parent was not willing to send her to the fashion industry. She has guts to protest so she did, many don’t have so they lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my last paragraph was all about some examples and one word out of the box thinking. Now here I want to elaborate the meaning Out Of the Box Thinking. Tell me who is the last Nobel laureate from India? Yes from India, 100% India, I am not asking about someone who got Nobel from some other country but an Indian. It is C.V. Raman, 1930, pre independence. Name few scientists, some photographers, and some Olympic medal winner, top in literature, poet, director, ad magnets, fashion designers, or some other well known people in the world working in India, for India and are Indian. You will get few; we are 100 cr people, so now calculate the percentage of people who think out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So India is shining right? We have a big boom in IT industry right? So actually what is the position of the Indian software engineers in world, let’s discuss about that. You know names of the big IT giants of India; name at least one software, designed and marketed by them, name one innovation. Name one chip designed by an Indian company, one mobile, anything innovative in this web world. Actually we are C graded slave of US, UK or Japan. The work what their people will do in 30 days, spending 30 rupee, we do that in 5 days, spending just one rupee. Things are their, innovations are their, estimations are their and we work as slave, come to office on Saturday and Sunday, work late night, and do whatever our big bosses (read gore langurs) tell us to make them happy. This is the story of service industry, even if in product companies also they don’t give important works to the Indians and we are happy with the easy works there, even most of the people don’t want to innovate something because their brains are already hibernated by the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me why only few people are thinking out of the box, and others are not? I think there is the mystery. Many of us think out of the box but others force them not to think out of the box. Main reason for this is their past failure or they can’t think like that. Suppose you are a middle class guy and your girlfriend wants to be a model, will you support that? How many of you? Tell me the percentage. Now if you stop her forcefully, she won’t do that, because she loves you, but will you be able to stop her love towards that? Now if she does something like posing in front of camera not professionally though, she will never tell you, because she knows you will be hurt, you will never let her do that, so she lies. Does it mean she doesn’t love you? No, it means she fears you more than she loves. Same occurs for the parents too.&lt;br /&gt;Many parents don’t want their child to become model, singer, and actor because they think they will be lost. And others who have the ability to become a scientist, they become a “A” graded software engineer because of our education system, and others those want to be something other than this, become C graded software engineer in some well reputed service company of India, get married with a bubbly girl and start the same cycle for the next generation. The cycle never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what my suggestion is?&lt;br /&gt;Please if you feel like a failure, don’t force others to be so.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that you are a successful person, don’t think everybody will be successful in your way. Don’t force your thinking to others, whoever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are being forced by someone, think again and again, it’s your life, so decision should be yours. 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-849693457844981269</id><published>2010-01-06T17:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:12:28.771+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Jyoti Basu Dead ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-855" title="jyoti-basu" src="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/files/2010/01/jyoti-basu.png?w=249" alt="" width="249" height="300" /&gt;Jyoti Basu is reported to be dead as per the latest information recovered. The veteran Left Front leader and ex-Chief Minister of West Bengal has passed away today after suffering from pneumatic infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per a report published on &lt;a href="http://www.kalponik.us/2010/01/comrade-jyoti-basu-dead.html" target="_blank"&gt;kalponik.us&lt;/a&gt;, he died today at around 1:30 pm today, 6th January 2010. He developed breathing trouble at early morning hours and was shifted to the ventilator in the afternoon hours. He was admitted to the Salt Lake AMRI Hospital in Kolkata for the aforesaid pneumonic infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death news of the iconic figure will be shocking to many of his followers as he was the pioneer of Leftist movement in India. The West Bengal Govt. is preparing for the mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jyoti Basu was the member of CPI (M) Politburo from the founding time of 1964 till 2008 and served as the longest Chief Minister of India from 1977 to 2000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-849693457844981269?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/849693457844981269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2010/01/jyoti-basu-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/849693457844981269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/849693457844981269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2010/01/jyoti-basu-dead.html' title='Jyoti Basu Dead ?'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-592990046206778903</id><published>2010-01-04T02:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:14:03.713+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Good Bye 2009</title><content type='html'>Ohh what a year it was, amazing. This year my photography improved a lot, bought a new camera, but not DSLR. Learn a lot about photography. The article I have published are totally unique and got lots of positive responses. People loved my articles on &lt;a href="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/2009/04/13/%E0%A6%9C%E0%A6%BF%E0%A6%93%E0%A6%A8-%E0%A6%95%E0%A6%BE%E0%A6%A0%E0%A6%BF-%E0%A6%AE%E0%A6%B0%E0%A6%A8-%E0%A6%95%E0%A6%BE%E0%A6%A0%E0%A6%BF-%E0%A6%86%E0%A6%A7%E0%A7%81%E0%A6%A8%E0%A6%BF%E0%A6%95/"&gt;Thakurmar Jhuli&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/if-human-have-breeding-season/" href="http://"&gt;The Breeding Season&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/2009/04/09/reality/" href="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/2009/04/09/reality/"&gt;Reality Show&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh did you read my last year's article &lt;a title="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/2008/12/31/good-bye-2008/" href="http://"&gt;Good Bye 2008&lt;/a&gt;? She is not saying yes yaar, but she is a nice girl and yes she is very very very good friend of mine. So lets see what 2010 tells us. Succeed in two of three resolutions. This year I need to buy the Car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started writing new type of poems. The type is add first alphabet of every line and get her name. Moved my blog to wordpress, it is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a Camera (DSLR - Nikon D3000).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ok this time no resolution on her, she already has told NO CHANCE, but I want to make this year happiest for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;See last year's resolution: &lt;a href="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/2008/12/31/good-bye-2008/"&gt;http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/2008/12/31/good-bye-2008/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-592990046206778903?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/592990046206778903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-bye-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/592990046206778903'/><link rel='self' 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file system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listing directory contents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing file permissions and attributes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving, renaming, and copying files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewing and editing files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environment variables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interactive History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filename Completion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bash is the way cool shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redirection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Command Substitution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for strings in files: The grep  command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for files: The find command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading and writing tapes, backups, and archives: The tar command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File compression: compress, gzip, and bzip2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for help: The man command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basics of the  vi editor&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic UNIX Command Line (shell) navigation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last revised May 17 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-684930469391402000?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/684930469391402000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/unix-in-10-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/684930469391402000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/684930469391402000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/12/unix-in-10-minutes.html' title='Unix in 10 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/&gt;&lt;span id="more-742"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;irtually you are playing with-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ntire team of currents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou are not happy, and challenging-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cean to come and play for-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndefined game of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ystery is in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd it is becoming more vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ope I could clap for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n the dream when I see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-5996426613838294212?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5996426613838294212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-dream-when-i-see-you_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5996426613838294212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5996426613838294212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-dream-when-i-see-you_17.html' title='In the dream when 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poem,&lt;br /&gt;In real actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6108439315919164000?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6108439315919164000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-is-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6108439315919164000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6108439315919164000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-is-special.html' title='She is 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This is a famous cake shop in the city. I was there to buy a cake for Mahi, day after was her birthday. Mahi is a friend of mine, actually very close friend of mine. It was already 10 PM and I was in a hurry as I don't have any vehicle and I have to go to Ejipura, that is a big distance, more than 3 KM. I got the cake at 10:15 night. Actually I wanted to spend that night with Mahi only, but what to do, she already had a date. I started walking towards my place thinking those things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; August night 10:25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While walking I was thinking, what I am going to do special for her tomorrow. I called up Indrani and started talking to her. In my right hand it was the cake and my left hand was busy holding the mobile. Now I was in the lane between 80ft road and the Koramangala club.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly I felt something in my neck, something may be &lt;em&gt;crispy&lt;/em&gt;. Before understanding something I found some five people have covered me, and one guy already taken my lovely HTC Touch. I don’t know what to do the guy who was holding me and was just saying “&lt;em&gt;Maa ch** dunga&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three guys left with the mobile and two more guys are still there. Then I realized it is a robbery. The other guy who was not holding me tried to get the cake bag from me. I don’t know what happened I suddenly, with my full &lt;em&gt;josh&lt;/em&gt; punched him at his nose, it was bleeding, not his nose but my hand, I punched on his teeth, bull shit. I don’t know what happened then, the guys started running and the second guy also followed him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was not sad; I pat myself for fighting for the cake. And suddenly I started laughing, what the hell I did dear, I didn’t fight for the mobile which costs twenty thousand, but I fought for the cake, I bought for Mahi’s birthday, why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thanked those robbers for putting me in that situation, and what they did to me is they made me realize what I love, and who my priority is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Mahi please! Don’t say that, it was the cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A real story,  I put it here to participate in the blogger competition. The details about the competition is given below,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is to inform you about a bloggers competition that we at TempoStand are doing for our new online event, Tadka Maar Ke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The competition is simple, you have to write a post on 'the most masaaledaar incident of your life'. Top 5 posts as picked by our judge Sidin Vadukut (&lt;a href="http://www.whatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.whatay.com&lt;/a&gt;) will win a gift coupon each, from flipkart. Last date to receive the entries is 20th Nov. Head to &lt;a href="http://tadka.tempostand.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://bit.ly/IOJMS&lt;/a&gt; and click on Blog N Win! for more details.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6177413686317989467?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6177413686317989467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-masaaledaar-incident-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6177413686317989467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6177413686317989467'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;You walk really slowly when you are with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN:&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel Ok when he/she is far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE:&lt;br /&gt;You smile when you hear his/her voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;When you look at him/her, you do not see other people around you. You see only him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX:&lt;br /&gt;He/She is everything you want to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;You realize that you smile every time you look at him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;You would do anything to see him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE:&lt;br /&gt;While you have been reading this, there was a person in your mind all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO:&lt;br /&gt;You've been so busy thinking of that person that you didn't notice that number 7 is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE:&lt;br /&gt;You are going to check above if that's true and now you are silently laughing to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4971548414365487250?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4971548414365487250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/nice-forward-12-ways-to-know-that-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4971548414365487250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4971548414365487250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/nice-forward-12-ways-to-know-that-you.html' title='Nice forward: 12 Ways to Know That You Love Someone'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-3071356194444317547</id><published>2009-11-03T20:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:14:03.714+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Maahi- Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aztecsoft Vibes: 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last three months were very hectic for me as I had a break up and I was unable to forget her, Kanika. It is Vibes day today, and everybody in office is happy about that. I was having lunch with my group Pradeep and Srinivas and discussing about that the all other guys will be coming for the Vibes and we are going to meet them. Pradeep loves a girl Prativa, she is also coming. I am ready with my newly bought digi-cam. Pradeep told us we can start at 2’o clock and reach there by 2:30 at the place. I am not at all interested in Vibes, but I am interested in meeting old mates and noodle group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual 2:30 we started and then my favourite jam in Hosur Road, so we reached there at around 3:30. The program has already begun. I don’t have any wish to go inside the hall; I lit a cigarette and started enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Hey Benny. – This one is for me. My name is Akash Bannerjee and my friends call me Benny.&lt;br /&gt;-    Hey Geeta long time, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;-    I am fine man. So how r you doing in Archway? Making some big if else?&lt;br /&gt;-    Ha ha, not really. I am now concentrating on the security side.&lt;br /&gt;-    Oh! That’s cool. You are going to be a hacker or something.&lt;br /&gt;-    Hey I am working on security doesn’t mean I can hack. Hacking is totally different think all total, see…&lt;br /&gt;-    Please bandh karo apna pravachan, we are here to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;-    Hey guys, wassup? – Asha joins us.&lt;br /&gt;-    Hi Asha, this guy started again with his technical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-    Hey, he is a geek.&lt;br /&gt;-    I know, I know, you are biased.&lt;br /&gt;-    I am not biased…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I am so lucky, two girls discussing about me, and this girl Asha thinks I am the new generation Einstein. But I am feeling bored, I need to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Hey nice song, who is singing that?&lt;br /&gt;-    Yeah, really nice. Chalo lets go, Benny are you coming?&lt;br /&gt;-    No, you people go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless, I am speechless, I am speechless, don’t get bored readers, my thinking machine stops working. What a voice and I don’t know what other things are there, I want to see her alone, I don’t want any disturbance. I slowly started moving toward the hall. The song is coming closer and closer, my heart beat is increasing higher and higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall is full of audiences; they are shouting and whistling like anything. A girl is on the stage. Her legs created a pyramid structure. She is in a blue top and a jeans, may be denim colour, the colours and all are not recognizable from this distance, and also light is very low and coloured on the stage, so I don’t know she is fair or dark but yes she has some thing, she is some thing, but who is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Hey Benny, what are you doing? Come dance with us… Pradeep is shouting from front row.&lt;br /&gt;-    Just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;-    Oh maal dekh raha hai?&lt;br /&gt;-    Shut up yaar!&lt;br /&gt;-    What happened?&lt;br /&gt;-    Nothing. I am not watching, just listening.&lt;br /&gt;-    So the song is good right?&lt;br /&gt;-    Don’t know but the singer is.&lt;br /&gt;-    Benny, are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;-    I don’t know. It can be love or crush; I have to find it out.&lt;br /&gt;-    Chup Sale! You and your philosophy!&lt;br /&gt;-    What’s her name?&lt;br /&gt;-    Who knows! Coming for a sutta?&lt;br /&gt;-    Chal…&lt;br /&gt;-    But she is a maal.&lt;br /&gt;-    I don’t know but yeah, what is her name?&lt;br /&gt;-    How did I know?&lt;br /&gt;-    Maahiya…&lt;br /&gt;-    What? How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;-    The song she was singing Mahiya… Let her call in that name only.&lt;br /&gt;-    Wah re wah... Carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the tea stall, Pradeep ordered for tea and cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-3071356194444317547?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3071356194444317547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/maahi-chapter-2_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3071356194444317547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3071356194444317547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/maahi-chapter-2_03.html' title='Maahi- Chapter 2'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-6873521886242600062</id><published>2009-11-02T14:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:15:01.320+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Maahi - Chapter one</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Chapter One&lt;br /&gt;In the train from Howrah to Yashavantpura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very difficult now days to get a proper seat, whatever it is AC or not. I have a journey of long 36 hours and I got the RAC seat, I call it Jab We Met seat. If the guy next to me is some budha, then I am gone, I have to sleep the whole 36 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes my number 36. What a coincidence 36 hours on the seat number 36! As I thought in seat number 37 there is middle age bald guy, with whom I don’t want to talk. A deep sleep is waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hi, Mr Akash. I am just shocked hearing my name in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hello, but I don’t think I know you.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You are absolutely correct. We don’t know each other; we are meeting for the first time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What the fuck, then how do you know my name?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have checked the passenger’s list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. I have to spend 36 hrs with this idiot.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So as I know your name, you might be interested about me too – stranger said.&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, who wants to know about this bloody fucker but I know he is going to tell me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;- My name can be anything but for the time being you can call me Vivek.&lt;br /&gt;- As in?&lt;br /&gt;- Slow friend slow, I will let you know the story. Actually I am thinking that we can play a game, game is like you will tell me your story then I will tell you my story.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to discuss personal with this Vivek or whoever? But I was really upset today, so I thought OK we can give a chance.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So I think I can guess something about you.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Obviously, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You are very upset today.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Anything personal?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yeah lil but I can tell you, you are a Stranger. Sometimes it is easy to say personal things to Strangers.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yeah that’s true. So …&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So, today is her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Whose? Your girlfriend’s?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No, not girlfriend, a friend.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Whom you love, and she doesn’t right?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yeah, true.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So u r from Calcutta and leaving, so that you don’t have to attend?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No, I am from Bangalore. I just came here for her call.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I didn’t get it, for a call means what?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ok…&lt;br /&gt;I took a little pause.&lt;br /&gt;- I thought of eloping her but she didn’t call.&lt;br /&gt;- I didn’t get you still.&lt;br /&gt;- Then you have to listen the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;- Ok carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train whistles and its starts for its destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/maahi-chapter-2/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next chapter...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6873521886242600062?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6873521886242600062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/maahi-chapter-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6873521886242600062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6873521886242600062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/11/maahi-chapter-one.html' title='Maahi - Chapter one'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-212364943047570653</id><published>2009-10-27T16:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:15:43.745+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooter'/><title type='text'>Diwali-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/4031451552/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2761/4031451552_9864c627db.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/4031451552/"&gt;Diwali-2009&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/abhinabab/"&gt;abhinabab&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali or Dīpāvali (Sanskrit: दीपावलि: a row of lamps) is a significant festival in Hinduism, Buddhism, Sikhism, and Jainism, and an official holiday in India and Nepal.Adherents of these religions celebrate Diwali as the Festival of Lights. They light diyas—cotton string wicks inserted in small clay pots filled with oil—to signify victory of good over the evil within an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hinduism, across many parts of India and Nepal, In the age of Sri Lord Krishna, named Naraka more powerful evil killed by Satyabhama who is wife of Sri Lord krishna,People celebrate the death of Naraka which is called as Diwali. Addition of the above story it is the homecoming of Rama after a 14-year exile in the forest and his victory over Ravana. In the legend, the people of Ayodhya (the capital of his kingdom) welcomed Rama by lighting rows (avali) of lamps (dĭpa), thus its name: dīpāwali. In South India, it marks the victory of Krishna over Narakasura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-212364943047570653?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/212364943047570653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/212364943047570653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/212364943047570653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-2009.html' title='Diwali-2009'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2761/4031451552_9864c627db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4351507741840276026</id><published>2009-10-26T11:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:16:12.232+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>If Human have Breeding Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The breeding season is the most suitable season, usually with favorable conditions and abundant food and water, for breeding among some wild animals and birds. Species with a breeding season have naturally evolved to have sexual intercourse during a certain time of year in order to achieve the best reproductive success. Different species of wild animal and birds have different breeding seasons according to their particular requirements and food availability etc.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t have. Human also is an animal and if they have breeding season what would happen? &lt;i&gt;Just Imagine&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What animal do is food for existence and exist for food. Sex is not a very romantic thing to them; it is just a way of reproduction. People work for food, but when we get more than what we need we start spending money for other things like fashion, hobbies etc. Today I see 99% people of my age is frustrated (whether girl or boy) because he/she is still virgin (talking about India). Situation wouldn’t be like this in that case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No romance, no drama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes would have changed. How you see a gal/guy would have change. You always think about the food, not for your other pleasure. No dramatic situation, no love stories, no Romio-Juliet. What about Yash Chopra? Public will see his movie only for 2-3 months. Even shooting is a problem; Sharukh Khan can give expression only in those months. So the film you are shooting this year’s breeding season needs to be released in next year’s breeding season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No family, no &lt;i&gt;sas-bahu&lt;/i&gt; soap opera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you need family, when you have only two months of SEX, who wants other burdens? So there is no &lt;i&gt;Sas-Bahu nakhda&lt;/i&gt;, no mega. Think about Ekta Kapoor, she will be job less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No fashion industry, no gym, no &lt;i&gt;rona dhona&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are not thinking about SEX, then why to watch bikini girls on ramp? They will be jobless and what about fashion designers and fashion photographers? Think they will click apple, mango photos, may be in bikinis also. Why we need to impress some one? We will get one in that time, no body will think all the year about SEX. So no need to go to gym, no need to fly to Noida from Bangalore to meet someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- No AIDS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where did HIV [Human Immunodeficiency Virus] come from? Both of the AIDS viruses, HIV-1 and HIV-2, originated in Africa... As is often the case with microbes, a jump from one species to another is probably to blame... chimpanzees (for HIV-1) and sooty mangabeys (for HIV-2)... When did the AIDS epidemic begin?... the Big Bang seems to have occurred around, or just after, the Second World War. Emerging microbial infections often result from adaption to changing ecological niches and habitats.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIDS actually a disease came from chimpanzees. I don't know who was the guy who had SEX with chimpanzee, but it was only for pleasure not for reproduction. So situation is like you will have SEX only for reproduction, then this couldn't have happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- No GAY, Lesbians&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those have SEX for pleasure too, no reproduction need gay or homo sexuality. So on that scenario the gay sex think couldn't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No love/crush @ first sight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl is singing on the stage, and a guy is flat hearing that. He doesn’t know her, but he loves her music. He doesn’t know her name, so he gives her a nick name. The guy does many things to meet the girl, does many things to know her and after all they are friends, very good and close friends and then he came to know that she loves some one else. What a tragic but romantic story- bull shit, nothing would have happen if there is breeding season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Readers if you have many more things to suggest, please drop a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4351507741840276026?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4351507741840276026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-human-have-breeding-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4351507741840276026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4351507741840276026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-human-have-breeding-season.html' title='If Human have Breeding Season'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-8365415826076132689</id><published>2009-10-09T19:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:16:40.044+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooter'/><title type='text'>Lonely Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/3974947374/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3974947374_109f01e244.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/3974947374/"&gt;Lonely Afternoon&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/abhinabab/"&gt;abhinabab&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken @ Park Street, Kolkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the halcyon days of the 70's and 80's, Kolkata night life more or less meant an evening at Park Street. Many noted musicians had played at popular night spots like Trinca's, Blue Fox, Mocambo and Moulin Rouge. Even before that, in the 40s, 50s and 60s Kolkata had a reputation of having the most prolific night life with Park Street as its centerpiece rocking with exclusive live music, dance and cabaret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park Street remains Kolkata's foremost dining district with noted restaurants and pubs such as Trinca's, Mocambo, McDonalds, KFC, Peter Cat, Flury's, Bar B Q, Oasis, Olympia, Moulin Rouge and many others. Celebrity restaurants like Indian Cricket icon Saurav Ganguly's signature restaurant-Saurav's- The Food Pavilion is a top draw. Then there is the Park Hotel, Kolkata, famous for its in-house restaurants and night club, Tantra. Kolkata's nightlife revolves around Park Street's nightclubs, pubs and coffee houses. Also there are landmark coffee shops like The Atrium and Barista's. It is often known by names like "Food Street" and "The Street that Never Sleeps".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This road runs from Chowringhee Road in the west to Park Circus in the east. The portion of Park Street between Chowringhee Road and Mullick Bazar has been the one of the city's main attractions for years. It connects directly to Park Circus on the east from where other major roads such as Old ballygunge Road/Sayed Amir Ali Avenue/Gariahat Road starts and connects to important areas such as Ballygunge of south Kolkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park Centre offers a wide variety of apparel, especially ladies’ garments, cosmetics and electronic gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park Street has several notable buildings such as the Asiatic Society, St. Xavier's College, Calcutta, a Seventh-day Adventist Church, and the South Park Street Cemetery has cenotaphs and tombs of prominent figures from the British Raj era and Kolkata's Armenian population. Park Street remains the recreation zone for Kolkata people since the British era. A visit to Kolkata is deemed incomplete without a visit. However, in last 20 years, many restaurants, 5-star hotels and nightclubs have cropped up all over Kolkata. As a result, Park Street has lost much of its earlier attraction. In spite of this, following tradition, Park Street is decorated with lights on Christmas Day. It also houses several Saree stores where you can buy exclusive Sarees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-8365415826076132689?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8365415826076132689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/lonely-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/8365415826076132689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/8365415826076132689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/lonely-afternoon.html' title='Lonely Afternoon'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3974947374_109f01e244_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-5644198930321530642</id><published>2009-10-09T19:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:18:06.679+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooter'/><title type='text'>dreamy eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/3746640599/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2641/3746640599_571fdc094d.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/3746640599/"&gt;dreamy eyes&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/abhinabab/"&gt;abhinabab&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out to touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I've been sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hold my pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you real or are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination playing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one eternal flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreamy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just won't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it must be my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the passion never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, dreamy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't reach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a vision of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a ghost from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be trying not to let you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a summer breeze that comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow lingers on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how can I forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're never really gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreamy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just won't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it must be my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the passion never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, dreamy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't reach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get that close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreamy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just won't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it must be my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the passion never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I try so hard to release you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep seeing through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy eyes (ohh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ohh, ooh ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by some unknown writer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-5644198930321530642?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5644198930321530642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreamy-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5644198930321530642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5644198930321530642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreamy-eyes.html' title='dreamy eyes'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2641/3746640599_571fdc094d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-3859704206620549449</id><published>2009-10-09T19:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:20:14.780+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooter'/><title type='text'>Boat Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/3884449261/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/3884449261_ae40fd5151.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/3884449261/"&gt;BoatMan&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/abhinabab/"&gt;abhinabab&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boat man @ The Kuruva island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kuruva island, 950 acres of ever green forest on the tributaries of east flowing river Kabani, is an ideal picnic spot, far away from the disturbances of city life. The island is uninhabited. Rare species of birds, orchids and herbs are the sovereigns of this supernal kingdom. It is 17 Kms. east of Mananthavady and 40 kms. north west of Sulthan Bathery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-3859704206620549449?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3859704206620549449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/boat-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3859704206620549449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3859704206620549449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/boat-man.html' title='Boat Man'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/3884449261_ae40fd5151_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-7852016572039907073</id><published>2009-10-09T18:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:20:33.621+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooter'/><title type='text'>Engine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/3995583816/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/3995583816_79a64e2714.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/3995583816/"&gt;engn&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/abhinabab/"&gt;abhinabab&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rail transport is a commonly used mode of long-distance transportation in India. Almost all rail operations in India are handled by a state-owned organisation, Indian Railways, Ministry of Railways. The rail network traverses the length and breadth of the country, covering a total length of 63,140 kilometres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-7852016572039907073?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7852016572039907073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/engine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7852016572039907073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7852016572039907073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/engine.html' title='Engine'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/3995583816_79a64e2714_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-8777005033123038948</id><published>2009-10-05T11:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:20:48.149+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Difference between a boyfriend and a male friend to a girl</title><content type='html'>In most cases, women's male friends are really just like boyfriends; she'll call to bend your ear when she's been hurt by her boyfriend, she'll call you to fix her car or if she needs a ride somewhere, she'll borrow money - in short she'll treat you just like a boyfriend - all without the sex!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-8777005033123038948?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8777005033123038948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/difference-between-boyfriend-and-male.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/8777005033123038948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/8777005033123038948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/difference-between-boyfriend-and-male.html' title='Difference between a boyfriend and a male friend to a girl'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-5183081294637798929</id><published>2009-10-01T16:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:21:08.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='java'/><title type='text'>The MARS ROVER problem</title><content type='html'>The problem is stated below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A squad of robotic rovers are to be landed by NASA on a plateau on Mars.&lt;br /&gt;This plateau, which is curiously rectangular, must be navigated by the&lt;br /&gt;rovers so that their on-board cameras can get a complete view of the&lt;br /&gt;surrounding terrain to send back to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rover's position and location is represented by a combination of x and y&lt;br /&gt;co-ordinates and a letter representing one of the four cardinal compass&lt;br /&gt;points. The plateau is divided up into a grid to simplify navigation. An&lt;br /&gt;example position might be 0, 0, N, which means the rover is in the bottom&lt;br /&gt;left corner and facing North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to control a rover, NASA sends a simple string of letters. The&lt;br /&gt;possible letters are 'L', 'R' and 'M'. 'L' and 'R' makes the rover spin 90&lt;br /&gt;degrees left or right respectively, without moving from its current spot.&lt;br /&gt;'M' means move forward one grid point, and maintain the same heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assume that the square directly North from (x, y) is (x, y+1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INPUT:&lt;br /&gt;The first line of input is the upper-right coordinates of the plateau, the&lt;br /&gt;lower-left coordinates are assumed to be 0,0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the input is information pertaining to the rovers that have&lt;br /&gt;been deployed. Each rover has two lines of input. The first line gives the&lt;br /&gt;rover's position, and the second line is a series of instructions telling&lt;br /&gt;the rover how to explore the plateau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The position is made up of two integers and a letter separated by spaces,&lt;br /&gt;corresponding to the x and y co-ordinates and the rover's orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each rover will be finished sequentially, which means that the second rover&lt;br /&gt;won't start to move until the first one has finished moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTPUT&lt;br /&gt;The output for each rover should be its final co-ordinates and heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INPUT AND OUTPUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test Input:&lt;br /&gt;5 5&lt;br /&gt;1 2 N&lt;br /&gt;LMLMLMLMM&lt;br /&gt;3 3 E&lt;br /&gt;MMRMMRMRRM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected Output:&lt;br /&gt;1 3 N&lt;br /&gt;5 1 E&lt;br /&gt;==========&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The solution link:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/av24fot8i5" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.box.net/shared/av24fot8i5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The gist description:&lt;/b&gt; The source code is available in src folder.&lt;br /&gt;JUnit test case is available inside test folder.&lt;br /&gt;The JUnit testcases contain only test inputs given in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;For inputs other than given input you can use the com.mars.rovers.Main class which takes the user inputs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-5183081294637798929?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5183081294637798929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/mars-rover-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5183081294637798929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5183081294637798929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/10/mars-rover-problem.html' title='The MARS ROVER problem'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-2455165490864301403</id><published>2009-09-16T14:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:21:36.352+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='java'/><title type='text'>xstream: An intro</title><content type='html'>XStream is a unique open-source Java library for serializing objects into XML and deserializing that XML into objects. Unlike other APIs, such as David Megginson's XMLWriter or Elliotte Rusty Harold's XOM, which use specific classes and methods to produce XML, XStream relies on Java idioms such as object names to produce element names and strings within classes to produce element content. It also produces a kind of reflection of objects in XML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XStream is being actively developed by a small project team with over a dozen contributors. It promises to become a very useful tool for persistence and transport; and I think it embraces, as does Joe Walnes, some virtues of agile programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Walnes explained the following in private correspondence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;XStream's primary purpose is for serialization. It allows existing Java objects to be converted to clean XML and then restored again, without modifications. This is particularly useful as a form of persistence (no complicated database mappings required) or for sending objects over the wire. It has been optimized for this and is in heavy use on production systems.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XStream offers a two-minute tutorial and JavaDocs. Unfortunately, the XStream distribution doesn't yet provide example programs, though there is a test suite. This article demonstrates several example Java programs that should help you get started with XStream today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current, stable version of XStream is 1.0.1, which was released at the end of May 2004. This article, however, uses the latest snapshot available in late July 2004. Programs were compiled and run with Sun's Java 1.4.2_05 and included an XStream JAR (xstream-SNAPSHOT.jar) in the classpath at compile time. The examples also use Aleksander Slominski's speedy XML Pull Parser or XPP (xpp3-1.1.3.3_min.jar) at runtime. Both the stable and snapshot versions of XStream includes JARs. Download both the XStream archive and the example programs to a working directory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Simple Program&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with a simple program that shows the basics of XStream serialization. The program Hello.java follows. It is available in the sample archive for this article. The program uses XStream to output a string in XML:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sourcecode language="java"]import com.thoughtworks.xstream.XStream;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public class Hello {&lt;br /&gt;public static void main(String[] args) {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XStream xstream = new XStream();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String salutation = "Hello, World!";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String xml = xstream.toXML(salutation);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System.out.print(xml);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}[/sourcecode]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public class Hello imports only one class, com.thoughtworks.xstream.XStream. It calls a constructor for XStream, creating the object xstream. Then it uses the toXML method to store the string salutation as XML, and writes the XML to the console using the System.out.print method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows the current directory and the XStream JAR in the classpath explicitly. (Of course, use colons instead of semicolons if you are on Unix.) Once Hello.java compiles successfully, run it with this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;java -cp .;xstream-SNAPSHOT.jar;xpp3-1.1.3.3_min.jar Hello&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line adds the XPP JAR to the command line; it should output the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XStream automatically wraps the Java String salutation in the XML element string. The string element appears to be an example of XStream's style of XML reflection. If you really want to see this in action, try Reflect.java:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sourcecode language="java"]import com.thoughtworks.xstream.XStream;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public class Reflect {&lt;br /&gt;public static void main(String[] args) {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XStream xstream = new XStream();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String xml = xstream.toXML(xstream);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System.out.print(xml);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}[/sourcecode]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program serializes the object xstream into XML, producing over 7,000 lines of "reflection." If you want to avoid the dependency on XPP, you can use DOM instead, like this (HelloDom.java):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sourcecode language="java"]&lt;br /&gt;import com.thoughtworks.xstream.XStream;&lt;br /&gt;import com.thoughtworks.xstream.io.xml.DomDriver;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public class HelloDom {&lt;br /&gt;public static void main(String[] args) {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XStream xstream = new XStream(new DomDriver());&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String salutation = "Hello, World!";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String xml = xstream.toXML(salutation);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System.out.print(xml);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;[/sourcecode]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The differences between Hello.java and HelloDom.java are highlighted in bold: HelloDom.java imports the additional class com.thoughtworks.xstream.io.xml.DomDriver and then uses DomDriver in the XStream constructor. When you run HelloDom, you can drop the reference to the XPP JAR on your classpath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Using Another Class&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next program, Instant.java, uses a non-public outer class, Date, to represent some data for a date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;import com.thoughtworks.xstream.XStream;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;class Date {&lt;br /&gt;int year;&lt;br /&gt;int month;&lt;br /&gt;int day;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;public class Instant {&lt;br /&gt;public static void main(String[] args) {&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; XStream xstream = new XStream();&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Date date = new Date();&lt;br /&gt;date.year = 2004;&lt;br /&gt;date.month = 8;&lt;br /&gt;date.day = 15;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; xstream.alias("date", Date.class);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; String decl = "\n";&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; String xml = xstream.toXML(date);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; System.out.print(decl + xml);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class Date holds three fields, all of which are integers. After the Date constructor, each of these fields is given a value, e.g. date.year = 2004;. The alias method creates an alias XML element name for the Date class, changing the default name from Date to date. XStream uses the fully qualified class name for the element name, including the package name, so the alias method will come in handy for tweaking names. The program also creates an XML declaration and uses it in its output.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compile and run the program, and you will get this output:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deserializing XML to Objects&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final program, Deserialize.java, shows you how to deserialize XML to an object, and then to reuse it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;import com.thoughtworks.xstream.XStream;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;class Date {&lt;br /&gt;int year = 2004;&lt;br /&gt;int month = 8;&lt;br /&gt;int day = 15;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;public class Deserialize {&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; public static void main(String[] args) {&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; XStream xstream = new XStream();&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Date date = new Date();&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; xstream.alias("date", Date.class);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; String xml = xstream.toXML(date);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; System.out.print(xml);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Date newdate = (Date)xstream.fromXML(xml);&lt;br /&gt;newdate.month = 12;&lt;br /&gt;newdate.day = 2;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; String newxml = xstream.toXML(newdate);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; System.out.print("\n\n" + newxml);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note this line from Deserialize.java:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Date newdate = (Date)xstream.fromXML(xml);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line creates a new object newdate using the fromXML method to convert the string xml back to an object (also casting it as Date).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After compiling and running Deserialize.java, you will see this output (two XML documents):&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second instance of date comes from the object created from deserialized XML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.xml.com/" target="_blank"&gt;XML.com&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.xml.com/pub/a/2004/08/18/xstream.html" target="_blank"&gt;original source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-2455165490864301403?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2455165490864301403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/09/xstream-intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2455165490864301403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2455165490864301403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/09/xstream-intro.html' title='xstream: An intro'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-359998375240718939</id><published>2009-09-15T12:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:21:57.045+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>What's your Rashee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="taraus" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-558" height="224" src="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/files/2009/09/taraus.png" title="taraus" width="600" /&gt;I got a forwarded mail yesterday subjected "Women and Sun-sign", stated different kind of girls of different signs. Actually I don't believe these bull shits at all still I started searching something on guys too. Don't get me wrong it is just to see my sign characteristics are matching with my own or not. See the below whatever I am going to write is not my word at all I can say I just composed all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Who smiles through life - except when crossed?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, or thinks he knows the most?&lt;br /&gt;Who loves good things: baked, boiled or roasted? Oh, Taurus!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the mottos of Taurus is "Take care of the senses and everything else will take care of itself". The outlook on life of this sun sign is very practical and sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Taurean is a loving and nurturing person. The keywords that best describe the personality of Taurus are luxury, comfort, sensibility, sensitivity, stability, loyalty and security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.buzzle.com/articles/characteristic-of-taurus-sign-understanding-the-taurus-man.html"&gt;Taurus man&lt;/a&gt; would make a good husband and a father. His is good-tempered and rarely loses his temper; this is one of his finest qualities. In brief, a Taurus man is very much family-oriented and leads a successful personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Taurean woman is stylish and well-groomed. She is practical and money-conscious by nature. At times, she can be stubborn too. A Taurean woman has the ability to strike a balance between her family life and career. She is a sensible person who understands the feelings and emotions of people around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few positive traits of Taurus are persistence, reliability, determination, trustworthiness, and affection. The negative traits are stubbornness, possessiveness, jealousness and greediness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Taurean likes good food, permanency, and all the comforts life can offer. He hates to break his routine or being rushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, a Taurean is very trustworthy and loyal. He would respect his friends. Basically a Taurean gets along with a person who shares his interests and tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Taurean is a good team player. Any employer would love to have a Taurean in his organization because an individual of this sun sign is hard-working and would never complain about his work. He is even ready to stay back if necessary. A person belonging to this star sign dislikes job-hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's perfectly true that the bull isn't a wild dreamer like the Aquarian male. Taurus will never sweep you off your feet like a Leo, or promise to take you floating away to live with him in a fairy castle, drifting on pink clouds forever and a day, like an Aries. He's more likely to drop by on foot some Saturday night, with the architect's blueprints for the house he plans to build for you, out of real lumber and with real cash.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Taurus man is not only calm and quiet, but also humble and practical person. A Taurean man is not the one to fall in love at "first sight". He would take some time to decide when it comes to deciding his life partner. He prefers to take one step at a time. Once he decides on his heartthrob, he would go out of his way to win her love. A Taurus man would send flowers and also write love poems for his loved one. He is the epitome of cleanliness. He does not come back to a disorganized home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Taurus man would make you feel secure and he does not believe in taking chances. He would prefer a wife who is ladylike than a tomboyish wife. A Taurean man would not like to be dominated. He enjoys nature and beauty. As a father, he is a tender and loving person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before ending I should mention some &lt;b&gt;famous&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Taurus personalities&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolf Hitler&lt;br /&gt;Al Pacino&lt;br /&gt;Andre Agassi&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;Barbra Streisand&lt;br /&gt;Bertrand Russell&lt;br /&gt;David Beckham&lt;br /&gt;Duke Ellington&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;Ella Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;Fred Astaire&lt;br /&gt;Florence Nightingale&lt;br /&gt;Gary Cooper&lt;br /&gt;Harry S. Truman&lt;br /&gt;Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Johannes Brahms&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Kate Smith&lt;br /&gt;Lionel Barrymore&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Cromwell&lt;br /&gt;Omar Khayyam&lt;br /&gt;Orson Welles&lt;br /&gt;Pierce Brosnan&lt;br /&gt;Queen Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Sachin Tendulkar&lt;br /&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Temple&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;br /&gt;Stephen A. Douglas&lt;br /&gt;Tony Blair&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Yehudi Menuhin&lt;br /&gt;Zubin Mehta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://www.indianastrologyhoroscope.com/Famous_Taurus1.html" target="_blank"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-359998375240718939?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/359998375240718939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-your-rashee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/359998375240718939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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নিয়ে,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;নী&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ড় হারা পাখীদের অনিশ্চয়তা নিয়ে-&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;শু&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ন্যতার মধ্যে  হারিয়ে না গিয়ে,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ভ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;গ্ন ইচ্ছা বুকের মধ্যে লুকিয়ে,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;দ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ক্ষিণের খোলা  হাওয়ায় গা ভাসিয়ে,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;র&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ঙ্গীন ভবিষ্যতের কথা ভেবে-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;শি&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ক্ত চোখ হাসি  দিয়ে ঢেকে,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;নী&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;রবে বলে যাও কত কথা।&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;দা&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ওনি তবু হারিয়ে যেতে  নিজেকে-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;স&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ব কিছু আনিশ্চয়তার 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title='শ্রাবণী'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-9054957602800228858</id><published>2009-07-30T16:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:22:44.124+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>What is Love</title><content type='html'>It means making her happy. You can say that, but it is not so easy. Think she loves someone else, mad about him and want to go far just for him, although that guy doesn't respond properly. If you think she is mad, then you are not in love, you are just another selfish chap. Think about yourself, what could you do for her if you would in same situation? Got the answer? Yes that's true, you could do the same thing, what she is doing now. If you have a different answer then you don't love her, you just want her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-9054957602800228858?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9054957602800228858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/9054957602800228858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/9054957602800228858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-24828943768140664</id><published>2009-07-02T11:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:23:01.092+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Improve your Presentation Skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;They expect a professional presentation, so they expect to see a ''professional.'' Dress appropriately for the occasion, but don't be one of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wess Roberts&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prepare with care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give a great presentation, you need great preparation. Start, by thinking about your topic and the audience and what they are most interested in. Then list your key points and write down the general structure of the presentation ahead.&lt;br /&gt;If you need to, write down every word that you want to say and memorize it. Experienced presenters don't need to do this. But if you're a little nervous or you're new to presenting, then by writing everything down it will boost your confidence and settle your nerves on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these 5 tips to give a fresh, vibrant presentation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a good night sleep beforehand. Eat a healthy breakfast and try and free your schedule, so you're more relaxed going into it.&lt;br /&gt;Before you present, spend 15 minutes going over your presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Then concentrate on your breathing for 2 minutes. This focuses your thoughts, relaxes you and gets rid of any nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the open and close of your presentation are the most important parts. So put in extra effort here, to make it memorable.&lt;br /&gt;If you forget something or make a mistake, then never stop and apologize. Keep going and try and relax. It will soon be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Body Language&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's said that 80% of a successful presentation is about body language, and only 20% is about content. So use these top tips to communicate the right message through your body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make eye contact with people at all times. Never stare at the ceiling or back of the room as you present, unless the nerves are too much.&lt;br /&gt;Appear confident. Use an open stance, stand tall and proud. Smile and let your personality shine. Don't be overly formal.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that relaxed body language conveys honesty and openness. So walk around a little and make use of props to hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;Vary your voice and use slow, open hand gestures. Never have your hands in your pocket or play with a pen. Move your hands to an open position and then pause for effect.&lt;br /&gt;Speak slowly and carefully, but passionately. If you're enthusiastic about the topic, then your listeners will be as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spark Interaction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encourage interaction with others during your presentation. By having others talk for a few seconds, it takes the focus off you temporarily, to let you clear your head and focus on the key points ahead. Another trick to clear your head is to pause while your team are reading a slide or considering key points you've just mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, public speaking is one of the hardest things to master. But if you prepare carefully, take it slowly on the day and are enthusiastic about it, then you will deliver a powerful presentation to your colleagues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-24828943768140664?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/24828943768140664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/improve-your-presentation-skills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/24828943768140664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/24828943768140664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/improve-your-presentation-skills.html' title='Improve your Presentation Skills'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-1904572786216211416</id><published>2009-07-01T14:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:23:17.008+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Solve the problem yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Your ability to solve problems effectively determines how high you rise in your career.&lt;br /&gt;-Brian Tracy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get problems here and there. Tell me how many you solve yourself, with your friends or with your parents? Ask yourself. What I suggest is check the problems you are able to solve easily without help, and quickly. Now see these problems are from which field, yep that is your field. Choose that path as your career and set a decent goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-1904572786216211416?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1904572786216211416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/solve-problem-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/1904572786216211416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/1904572786216211416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/07/solve-problem-yourself.html' title='Solve the problem yourself'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-5708868979415075601</id><published>2009-06-30T14:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:23:32.408+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Happy Breakup</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can see the Indians are growing up, the Bollywood is growing up, the industry is growing up. This I start after listening the song &lt;a href="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/2009/06/26/chor-bazari-love-aaj-kal-lyrics/"&gt;Chor Bazari&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imtiaz_Ali%27s_Next" target="_blank"&gt;Love Aaj Kal&lt;/a&gt;. I just shocked after listening it. One couple enjoying their break up, wow! I was thinking it is another milestone in Indian Film Industry as I never heard this kind of song and hats off to the guy who thought about it. But suddenly I thought that it is not one day change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching in my memory for the line of change and I got that. Remember the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTmwI16Amds" target="_blank"&gt;Move On&lt;/a&gt; ad of FastTrack? And this is the today's generation or what you say &lt;b&gt;geNext&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I feel some people believe in true love. They fear about break up, they feel sad thinking about it, not noticing someone sitting in-front of him/her thinking about him/her, may be that is his/her true love he/she is searching for. The main reason of breakup I feel is fantasy, sometimes for free space, sometimes for public attention in all the cases more than average and less than average cause break up or sad life. Self satisfaction is one of the reason, not want to compromise or someone compromising more than what need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people feel sad about their breakups because no one wants to be alone. There is only one medicine I can prescribe is another relation, but don't go fast, just sake of a relationship. I would suggest open your eyes, you will find someone who can do anything for you. If you don't want to pretend and ask, don't do just be with him or her, one day he/she will tell you. You have given yourself enough chances and nothing working, now give chance to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move On and Happy Break Up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-5708868979415075601?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5708868979415075601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-breakup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5708868979415075601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5708868979415075601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-breakup.html' title='Happy Breakup'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4321762645946637564</id><published>2009-06-26T16:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:24:10.615+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Chor Bazari- Love Aaj Kal- Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Chanda re chori bazari do naino ki&lt;br /&gt;pehle thi aadat jo hat gayi pyaar ki jo teri meri&lt;br /&gt;umar aayi thi wo ghat gayi chanda re&lt;br /&gt;duniya ki to fikar kahan thi&lt;br /&gt;teri bhi ab chinta ghat gayi chanda re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu bhi tu hai main bhi main hoon&lt;br /&gt;duniya saari dekh ulat gayi&lt;br /&gt;tu na jaane main na jaanu&lt;br /&gt;kaise saari baat palat gayi&lt;br /&gt;ghatni hi thi ye bhi ghatna&lt;br /&gt;ghatte ghatte lo ye ghat gayi&lt;br /&gt;aa chori bazari do naino ki&lt;br /&gt;pehle thi aadat jo hat gayi&lt;br /&gt;tareef teri karna tujhe khone se darna&lt;br /&gt;haan bhool gaya ab tujh pe&lt;br /&gt;din mein chaar dafa marna&lt;br /&gt;tareef teri karna tujhe khone se darna&lt;br /&gt;haan bhool gaya ab tujh pe&lt;br /&gt;din mein chaar dafa marna&lt;br /&gt;pyaar khumari utri saari&lt;br /&gt;baaton ki badli bhi chhat gayi&lt;br /&gt;hum se main pe aaye aise&lt;br /&gt;mujh ko to main hi main kat gayi&lt;br /&gt;ek hue the do se dono&lt;br /&gt;dono ki ab raahe kat gayi&lt;br /&gt;chanda re chanda re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab koi fikar nahi ghum ka bhi zikar nahi&lt;br /&gt;haan hota hoon mein jis raste pe&lt;br /&gt;aaye khushi wahin&lt;br /&gt;azaad hoon main tujh se&lt;br /&gt;azaad hai tu mujh se haan jo jee chaahe&lt;br /&gt;jaise chaahe kar le raj yahin&lt;br /&gt;laaj sharm ki chhoti moti&lt;br /&gt;jo thi dori wo bhi kat gayi&lt;br /&gt;chauk chaubaare gali molhalle&lt;br /&gt;khol ke main saare ghoonghat gayi&lt;br /&gt;tu na badli main na badla&lt;br /&gt;dilli sari dekh badal gayi&lt;br /&gt;ek minute mein duniya daari ki&lt;br /&gt;main saari samaj nikal gai&lt;br /&gt;haan rang biranga paani phenke&lt;br /&gt;seedhi saadi kudi bigad gayi&lt;br /&gt;dekh ke mujh ko hasta gaata&lt;br /&gt;sadh gayi ye duniya sadh gayi&lt;br /&gt;chanda re chanda re&lt;br /&gt;chanda re chanda re&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4321762645946637564?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4321762645946637564/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4320440770057279851</id><published>2009-06-26T16:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:24:27.621+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>We Twist- Love Aaj Kal - Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Let's start some Ronauk Shounak&lt;br /&gt;Let's have some party now&lt;br /&gt;Let's have some Raala Rappaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang de chak a&lt;br /&gt;No matter Let them say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have some dhol dhamaka&lt;br /&gt;Let's call the dholi now&lt;br /&gt;Let's have some matti tappa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo chalo ji lak lak gao lo&lt;br /&gt;Chalo chalo ji Mauj bana lo&lt;br /&gt;Chalo chalo ji Nach lo Gao lo&lt;br /&gt;Pakad kisi ki Wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we Twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;And we Twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;And we Twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;And we Twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;we twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in da spot tonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4320440770057279851?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4320440770057279851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-twist-love-aaj-kal-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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From now onwards, the Traffic Police cannot catch a motorist just to examine the driving license or vehicle documents. He can catch you only if you have violated any traffic laws or if you are driving drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that when caught for traffic violation, the fine you pay must be limited to the violation. In other words, the police can't bloat the bill saying that you have no insurance cover or emission certificate, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Many motorists do not know this. According to the State's Road Transportation Act, no policeman can slap a penalty on you just because you have no insurance or emission certificate. If you have not purchased insurance cover for your vehicle, then the police officer must issue a notice, not impose penalty. You must be given 15 days' time to purchase insurance cover and one week for obtaining the emission certificate. Days later, meet the sub-inspector at his station with the insurance cover or emission certificate, so that he will annul the charge at once. Police can fine you only if you fail to produce these documents within the stipulated period. If your vehicle is brand new, then you need not bother about obtaining the emission certificate for one full year.&lt;br /&gt;In response to a question as to why policemen fine people instantly without giving them time to obtain insurance cover or emission certificate, Additional Commissioner for Traffic Praveen Sood said, "Yes, it is a mistake. People must force policemen to issue notice or complain to me at least the following day. I have suspended the Indiranagar sub-inspector for catching people for silly reasons," he said.&lt;br /&gt;The best way to teach the police a lesson is filing a written complaint with their higher officials and, a week later, using the Right to Information Act (RTI) to know the action taken against them.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, any question or application filed under RTI cannot be ignored and no official is bold enough to ignore the RTI Act.&lt;br /&gt;Praveen Sood  (Additional Commissioner for Traffic) - 22942276.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-7719997353706818826?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7719997353706818826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-knowing-this-may-leave-big-hole-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7719997353706818826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7719997353706818826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-knowing-this-may-leave-big-hole-in.html' title='Not knowing this may leave a big hole in your pocket'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-9176244572017631248</id><published>2009-06-25T00:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:24:43.098+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Another gr8 quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hitch (the movie)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-9176244572017631248?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/9176244572017631248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-gr8-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/9176244572017631248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/9176244572017631248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-gr8-quote.html' title='Another gr8 quote'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-6761636792391213225</id><published>2009-06-24T14:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:25:10.876+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemz'/><title type='text'>She makes me crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6761636792391213225?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6761636792391213225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-makes-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6761636792391213225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6761636792391213225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-makes-me-crazy.html' title='She makes me crazy'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-3745255491200300616</id><published>2009-06-16T01:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:39.432+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Introducing a photoblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="_mcePaste" style="position:absolute;left:-10000px;top:0;width:1px;height:1px;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Look, I'm not an intellectual - I just take pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="_mcePaste" style="position:absolute;left:-10000px;top:0;width:1px;height:1px;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;-Helmut Newton quotes (German Photographer, 1920-2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Look, I'm not an intellectual - I just take pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.artpages.org.ua/index.php?option=com_datsogallery&amp;Itemid=104&amp;func=viewcategory&amp;catid=3&amp;startpage=1"&gt;Helmut Newton&lt;/a&gt; quotes (German Photographer, 1920-2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;When &lt;a href="http://www.artpages.org.ua/index.php?option=com_datsogallery&amp;Itemid=104&amp;func=viewcategory&amp;catid=3&amp;startpage=1"&gt;Helmut Newton&lt;/a&gt; can't say he is an Intellectual, then who the hell I am. Just try to capture something that attracts my eyes, process in my own darkroom, compose and upload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://fundooclicks.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get my clicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Abhinaba Basu (new place: &lt;a href="http://fundooclicks.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://fundooclicks.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;Flickr stream: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhinabab/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-3745255491200300616?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3745255491200300616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/introducing-photoblog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3745255491200300616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3745255491200300616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/introducing-photoblog.html' title='Introducing a photoblog'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-5836460973311821689</id><published>2009-06-11T19:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:38.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love is not about getting some one. It is all about making some one happy. Do whatever you can for her, but only if your heart wants. Wait is the most special word in Love. Don't loose patience, care for her, wait for her, some day she will understand you. Be her good friend first. Take all the responsibilities, try to be with her always. Still if you don't get her, you will get someone better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-5836460973311821689?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5836460973311821689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/love_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5836460973311821689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5836460973311821689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/love_11.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-2413818802806513643</id><published>2009-06-10T22:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:36.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love is not about getting some one. It is all about making some one happy. Do whatever you can for her, but only if your heart wants. &lt;strong&gt;Wait&lt;/strong&gt; is the most special word in Love. Don't loose patience, care for her, wait for her, some day she will understand you. If she says she doesn't s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-2413818802806513643?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2413818802806513643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2413818802806513643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2413818802806513643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4085208457566052147</id><published>2009-06-06T22:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:35.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nice quote</title><content type='html'>"PYAAR"..........ka matlab usse nibhana............agar tumme nibhane ne ki himmat na ho.........to don't say..........I LOVE U....it is vry CHEAP 2 hear.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4085208457566052147?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4085208457566052147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/nice-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4085208457566052147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4085208457566052147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/nice-quote.html' title='Nice quote'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-741263649306122337</id><published>2009-06-02T21:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:33.465+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I don't know without saying anything, doing anything how some one can be so inspirational for you. She changed my life, yep its true and she doesn't know how far it is. She thinks she is not strong enough, but if she is not the how can she changed my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Plato&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she thinks I am different, I am fundoo. She doesn't know that is because of her. She says I can solve problems so quickly, but she doesn't know I can solve only because it's her problem. I don't know how much I love her but I know she is the queen of the world, she deserves a better guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meet her, don't know how time passes by. I can be any type of clown to make her happy.  If she reads this and able to know this is about her, I know she may create a barrier between us, but I know she won't read because she doesn't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask why don't you say your feelings to her? Because she deserves better boyfriend/ husband than me, and I am not a good boyfriend. I already had experience and I don't want to get shocked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is she? She is nice, cute, little mad, and very chhweet. If you can understand her mood better than me then just tell me, hats-off to you. It's like London's weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people think they understand her, dude you are wrong. You could know her outside but to know her mind you have to have a pin hole, and that is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to loose her saying "I Love You", but I want to get her as a friend at least, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-741263649306122337?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/741263649306122337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/741263649306122337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/741263649306122337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-2678573889191896633</id><published>2009-05-29T00:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:32.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>prince robot dance with sunita</title><content type='html'>[youtube=&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kT54Q8348BM]"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kT54Q8348BM]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-2678573889191896633?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2678573889191896633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/prince-robot-dance-with-sunita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2678573889191896633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2678573889191896633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/prince-robot-dance-with-sunita.html' title='prince robot dance with sunita'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-1191577585532479959</id><published>2009-05-28T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:30.684+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Watch Prabhu Deva, Mithun Chakraborty Rock Together on Mar 27 Episode of Dance India Dance</title><content type='html'>[youtube=&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZ8o1Ygt4QE]"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZ8o1Ygt4QE]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-1191577585532479959?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1191577585532479959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-prabhu-deva-mithun-chakraborty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/1191577585532479959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/1191577585532479959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-prabhu-deva-mithun-chakraborty.html' title='Watch Prabhu Deva, Mithun Chakraborty Rock Together on Mar 27 Episode of Dance India Dance'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4821167288063842645</id><published>2009-05-28T01:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:29.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Photo Blog: Bannerghata National Park</title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[gallery]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4821167288063842645?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4821167288063842645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-6799608493582180894</id><published>2009-05-27T00:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:27.119+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to Forget About a Girl You Love Who Has a Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Start liking someone else quick. In this position of depression, you are very vulnerable to emotional attacks. Liking someone else will distract you from that old girl.&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to any slow or love songs... you will grow desperate.&lt;br /&gt;If you are friends with her, make it clear to yourself that friendship is all she wants. She has her boyfriend because she likes him!&lt;br /&gt;Be sensitive to her, but not overly. You'll just be digging a deeper hole for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;There are other women, who will accept you! Go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Go out and have some fun. Don't just stay at home thinking about what she's doing with the bf.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry over a woman who doesn't like you.&lt;br /&gt;Do not let yourself think that you are not attractive, or that you will never find someone better. There is always someone better.&lt;br /&gt;If she has a MySpace, Facebook, etc, avoid her page. Seeing her and her boyfriend there will just hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have her within your top 5/10/etc, unless you are practically best friends. She'll just be suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;Try not to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;If you start to think about her, then think about someone else. Someone hotter.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be calling her a lot. That's just not cool.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have a legit reason, just don't call/text her.&lt;br /&gt;Don't call her babe, baby, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at her as the most important person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Say no to her once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a student: Forget her because it could effect your mental health, which will directly affect your studies. After all, your degree is more important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6799608493582180894?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6799608493582180894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-forget-about-girl-you-love-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6799608493582180894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6799608493582180894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-forget-about-girl-you-love-who.html' title='How to Forget About a Girl You Love Who Has a Boyfriend'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-7731777395862632698</id><published>2009-05-12T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:25.805+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Limerick 01 - লিমেরিক ০১</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;হাসতে মানা, কুদতে মানা, কোরতে মানা খেলা,&lt;br /&gt;ঘুরতে মানা, ফিরতে মানা সকাল সন্ধ্যা বেলা।&lt;br /&gt;এত মানা যে কি ভীষণ,&lt;br /&gt;ফুরিয়ে জাচ্ছে এ জীবন।&lt;br /&gt;গান গাইতে নেইকো মানা, তাই সপ্তমে মোর গলা।&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-7731777395862632698?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7731777395862632698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/limerick-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7731777395862632698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7731777395862632698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/limerick-01.html' title='Limerick 01 - লিমেরিক ০১'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4117920993345340237</id><published>2009-05-12T14:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:24.271+05:30</updated><title type='text'>শিল্পী ও তার ভালবাসা</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;সবুজ পাতার ফাক দিয়ে ভোরের আলোর রেখা,&lt;br /&gt;সে যেন কোন পটশিল্পীর তুলি দিয়ে আকা,&lt;br /&gt;আলোর রেখা প্রশ্ন করে শিল্পীর কানে কানে,&lt;br /&gt;তার এত কথা কি করে কিভাবে সেই শিল্পী জানে।&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;শিল্পী নিজেও জানেনা সেকথা, নেই কোন উত্তর,&lt;br /&gt;শিল্পীর চোখ কি বলে সেটা, আলো রাখেনা খবর-&lt;br /&gt;আলো সবাইকে পথ দেখালেও, নিজে অন্ধ অতি,&lt;br /&gt;চিনতে পারেনা বুঝতে পারেনা তার ভাবনার জ্যোতি।&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;শিল্পী এখানে একটার পর আরেকটা আলো আকে,&lt;br /&gt;শুভ্র জোছনা, তামাটে মরু, লাল তমালের ফাকে।&lt;br /&gt;আজ আছে, কাল কি হবে- হারিয়ে গেলে আলো,&lt;br /&gt;শিল্পী যদি ভাবতো এসব- বাসত কি কেউ ভালো?&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4117920993345340237?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4117920993345340237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4117920993345340237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4117920993345340237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='শিল্পী ও তার ভালবাসা'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-3146533587098911656</id><published>2009-05-11T01:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:23.199+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest language to propose</title><content type='html'>In your view what is the sweetest proposal language in India. Forget about yours or your gal's mother-tongue, just put your thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[polldaddy poll=1609891]&lt;br /&gt;[polldaddy poll=1609891]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-3146533587098911656?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3146533587098911656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweetest-language-to-propose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3146533587098911656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3146533587098911656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweetest-language-to-propose.html' title='Sweetest language to propose'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-6723872701509630273</id><published>2009-05-04T12:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:21.659+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NINE WORDS WOMEN USE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(1) Fine:&lt;/strong&gt; This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2) Five Minutes:&lt;/strong&gt; If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3) Nothing:&lt;/strong&gt; This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(4) Go Ahead:&lt;/strong&gt; This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(5) Loud Sigh:&lt;/strong&gt; This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(6) That's Okay:&lt;/strong&gt; This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(7) Thanks:&lt;/strong&gt; A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(8) Whatever:&lt;/strong&gt; Is a woman's way of saying F--YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(9) Don't worry about it, I got it:&lt;/strong&gt; Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related Post: &lt;a href="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/2009/03/12/ekti-jotil-choritro/"&gt;Ekti jotil Choritro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6723872701509630273?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6723872701509630273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/nine-words-women-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6723872701509630273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6723872701509630273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/nine-words-women-use.html' title='NINE WORDS WOMEN USE'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-2271474891077819863</id><published>2009-05-03T16:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:20.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Salman and Alisha Salsa</title><content type='html'>[youtube=&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6BsxnBk6ec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0]"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6BsxnBk6ec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-2271474891077819863?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2271474891077819863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/salman-and-alisha-salsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2271474891077819863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2271474891077819863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/salman-and-alisha-salsa.html' title='Salman and Alisha Salsa'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-7958458607703990708</id><published>2009-05-01T02:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:18.359+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ব্ল্যাক ম্যাজিক - Black Magic</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;আপনারা সবাই আমার সাথে নিশ্চয় একমত হবেন যে ভগবানের দুনিয়ায় কোন বিচার নাই।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;আপনি আপনার পছন্দের মেয়ের দিকে তাকিয়ে থাকতে থাকতে চোখে ছাঁনি ফেলে দিবেন কিন্তু মেয়ে করবে কি? মেয়ে পাশের বাড়ীর গাবলুর সাথে গাড়ি ক’রে ঘুরবে। আপনি কাজ করতে করতে ব্রেইন পঁচিয়ে ফেলবেন, হাত ঘসতে ঘসতে হাতের রেখা উঠে যাবে, মাস শেষে আপনার হাতে কত থাকবে?—১০০৫ টাকা। সব বন্ধুরা একে একে সুন্দরী মেয়ে বিয়ে করে ফেলবে আপনি কি করবেন?–&lt;img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-375" title="black magic" src="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/files/2009/05/blackmagic1.jpg?w=300" alt="black magic" width="300" height="232" /&gt;আপনি ৩৪ বছর বয়েসে এক মৈনাক পর্বত বিয়ে করবেন যাকে বিয়ে করার পর বাড়িতে আত্মীয় আসা বন্ধ হয়ে যাবে!! অথবা সুন্দরী বউ বিয়ে করলেন, তিন মাসের মাথায় নেটে তার লুকানো ক্যামেরায় ভিডিও পেয়ে গেলেন!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;আপনি মেসেঞ্জারে বান্ধবীর সাথে চ্যাট করার জন্য ঘন্টার পর ঘন্টা বসে থাকবেন বান্ধবী করবে কি?- আপনাকে অদৃশ্য রেখে দুনিয়ার যত বদ ছেলেদের সাথে চ্যাট করবে।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;আপনি ব্লগে চরম জ্ঞানী কবিতা, গল্প, রাজনৈতিক বিশ্লেষন দিবেন কেউ কমেন্ট করবে না, যারা করবে তারা না পড়েই করবে,, কমেন্ট করবে কাদের পোষ্টে???–দুনিয়ার যত মদ খোর , গাঞ্জাখোরদের পোষ্টে!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;এবার বলুন ভগবানের দুনিয়ায় কোন বিচার আছে??–নেই।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;শুধুতে ভাইদের জন্য এই পোষ্ট তা নয়!! তাদের বোনদের প্রতিও আমার রয়েছে অসীম মমতা।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;তারাও মাঝে মাঝে ভাবেন ভগবানের দুনিয়ায় কোন বিচার নাই। যেমন, আপনি সারাদিন শাশুড়ীর সেবা করবেন, শাশুড়ী কি করবে? প্যান প্যান ভ্যান ভ্যান করতেই থাকবে! আপনি শাশুড়ির নামে জামাইকে বিচার দিবেন, জামাই কি করবে? মায়ের কথা শুনে আপনাকে উল্টো গালি দেবে।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;আপনি মন প্রান উজার করে হাজব্যান্ডকে ভালোবাসবেন, সে কি করবে? কলিগের বাসায় তাস খেলার নামে অন্য জায়গা থেকে ঘুরে আসবে, রাতে তার শার্টে অন্য মেয়ের চুল পাওয়া যাবে।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;আপনি তিন ঘন্টা লাগিয়ে সাজবেন আপনাকে কেমন দেখাবে? –ভুতের মত। রাস্তায় বান্ধবী সহ হাঁটছেন, সব ছেলেরা বান্ধবীর দিকে তাকাচ্ছে! কেউ আপনার দিকে তাকাচ্ছে না!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;এখন বলুন দুনিয়ায় কোন বিচার আছে?–নেই।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;তাহলে কি আমরা হাল ছেড়ে দেবো?-কাভি নেহি!! আমরা ডিজিটাল বোকা****! হাল ছেড়ে দেয়া কাকে বলে সেটা আমরা শিখিনি। কিন্তু হাল কই? ধরবোই কি আর ছাড়বোই কি? হালই তো পাচ্ছি না!! সেই সব হালের সন্ধান দিতে আমার এবারের সিরিজ ব্ল্যাক ম্যাজিক। কম্পিউটারে যেমন ভাইরাস দিয়ে হ্যাকাররা কাজ হাসিল করে, আমরাও এভাবে ব্ল্যাক ম্যাজিক দিয়ে সব সমস্যার সমাধান করবো।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;এই পোষ্ট পড়ার পর আপনি যে সব ক্ষমতার অধিকারী হবেন:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;১) বান্ধবী যে ছেলের সাথে গাড়িতে ঘুরবে, তার গাড়ির বারোটা বেজে যাবে, একদিন টায়ার পানচার, অন্যদিন স্পার্ক প্লাগ ময়লা, পরের দিন কার্বোরেটর জ্যাম। তার পরও যদি আপনার বান্ধবী ঐ ছেলের সাথে ঘুরে তাহলে ফাইনাল টোটকা!! রাস্তায় ঐ ছেলের মারাত্নক বাথরুম পাবে!! যেখানে আশে পাশে ২০ মাইলের মধ্যে কোন টয়লেট নেই!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;২) আপনার বান্ধবী যে ছেলের সাথে চ্যাট করবে নেটে, সেই ছেলের কম্পিউটার প্রতি ৩ মিনিটে একবার ইন্টারনেট ডিসকানেক্টেড হবে!!&lt;br /&gt;৩) মন্ত্র পড়ে শাশুড়িকে ফু দিবেন শাশুড়ীর কথা বন্ধ।&lt;br /&gt;৪) হাজব্যান্ড বাইরে যাবার সময় মুখে একটা ফু দেবেন অন্য মেয়ের লিপস্টিক তার কাছে বিষ হয়ে যাবে!!&lt;br /&gt;৫) যারা পোষ্টে কমেন্ট পাচ্ছেন না, তারা হাজারে হাজারে কমেন্ট পাবেন!! সাথে তারাও পাবেন!!&lt;br /&gt;ইত্যাদি, ইত্যাদি।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;সতর্কীকরন:&lt;br /&gt;আভিনব বাসুকে ব্ল্যাক ম্যাজিক করতে যাবেন না, তিনি কালো জাদুতে পোষ্ট ডক্টরেট, আপনার জাদু তারা কোৎ করে গিলে ফেলবে। উল্ল্টে আপনার বদ হজম হবে!! ম্যাজিক বাউন্স করবে!!! গাড়ু নিয়ে তখন দৌড়াতে হবে!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;প্রথম ব্ল্যাক ম্যাজিক ভাইদের জন্য:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;আপনার পছন্দের মেয়ে আপনাকে দেখতে পারে না, ঐ দিন জুতা নিয়ে তাড়া কেরেছিলো, পেটমোটা বোকাচোদার সাথে ঘুরে বেড়ায়, রাস্তায় প্রায় তাদের চটপটি খেতে দেখা যায়, আপনি কয়েকদিন রাগের চোটে নিজর হাতে ব্লেড দিয়ে মেয়ের নাম লিখেছেন, রক্ত দিয়ে চিঠি লিখেছেন কিন্তু মেয়ে এটা ছাগলের রক্ত বলে অবিশ্বাস করছে। এখন আপনি নেংটি পড়ে বনবাস যাওয়ার প্ল্যান করছেন::&lt;br /&gt;আপনার জন্য করনীয়।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;“”"” ঐ মেয়ের একটা ফটো জোগার করবেন, সেটাতে রসূন দিয়ে একটা ক্রস আকবেন. তারপর ফটোর উপর কয়েক ফোটা মধূ ফেলবেন (এটা মেয়ের মানসিক কষ্ট দূর করতে সাহায্য করবে) তারপর ছবিটি একটা গাছের নিচে পুতেঁ রাখবেন!”"”"”"”"”ফুলের টব হলে হবে না, বড় গাছ হতে হবে।&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;আশা করা যায় ঐ মেয়ের প্রেম ভেঙ্গে যাবে। আজ এই টুকুই, নেক্সট পোষ্টে পাবেন কিভাবে ঐ মেয়েকে আপনার প্রেমে ফেলবেন।&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-7958458607703990708?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7958458607703990708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/black-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7958458607703990708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7958458607703990708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/05/black-magic.html' title='ব্ল্যাক ম্যাজিক - Black Magic'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4473600831209291907</id><published>2009-04-29T22:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:16.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to flirt with a gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-361" title="Flirt a gal" src="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/rbnbdj.jpg?w=216" alt="Flirt a gal" width="216" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;First and foremost, listen more than you talk. This doesn't mean sit there like a dud, but ask a question, wait until she is completely done talking then agree with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Now then, start up a conversation with her. Speak with confidence and flow, but do not attempt extreme images such as macho, super-smooth, cool dude, comedian, pick-up artist, witty conversationalist, or having a profession that you do not have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;You can pretend the confidence at first. It will come more naturally when she responds to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Don't overwhelm her with compliments. You should focus on going from "nice acquaintance" to "intimate friend/potential lover" smoothly. Intimate friends joke around, tease each other gently, touch each other. Start with touching her on the arm when you're laughing (don't watch the hand). See if she touches you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Throw in some jokes. Humor can relieve awkwardness. Alternatively, just learn to be witty. Almost all girls like intelligence as well as confidence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Show that you're secure with yourself and when you say something that you stick to your word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;If you say something weird, follow it up with something funny and turn it into a joke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Sit close to her but don't breathe down her neck. Two chairs side-by-side are all that are needed. You might also be able to sit behind her and at times hit her hair a time or two. She'll turn around if she feels you, then make a joke that she finds humorous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;If she has a scarf on that you think it's nice, tell her, and touch her scarf for a few seconds, and ask when and where she got it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Find something that you both think is hilarious. Turn it into an inside joke, so when you want to talk to her, you have something to say no matter what, and she thinks that something is funny. However, don't use it too much, otherwise it loses its humor and her opinion of your humor is lowered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Don't always be eager to start conversation with her. If she walks into class, you do not have to jump up and say "Hi!!" immediately, but if she sits next to you and initiates conversation, go for it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Be the man! Girls hate it when they have to start the conversation or take the lead (Let her talk too though! Remember, listening is just as important!). You CAN go and sit next to her/talk to her, if she likes you she will not mind (she'll love it!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Keep jumping from one topic to another while talking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Tell her some short wise and wonderful story if there is a long pause in the middle of your talks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Remember pretty girls seem alone, strange as it may seem, since just about every boy is just as nervous about talking to them as you are, some very pretty girls have NEVER been flirted with or have had a boyfriend so dont scare her off! Sometimes these super popular girls are even lonely because they feel they have all these friends and no one wants to go out with her. So become her friend first and then move on to the flirting (don't stay her friend too long though; she may worry a relationship may ruin a friendship) this way you will not scare her off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Find out her interests, and music she likes. Then talk to her about them. If you can't think of anything to talk about, use a conversation starter like "How has your day been?" or "Don't you love this time of year?". These most usually only work if you are already friends with her, and you see her on a daily basis. If you do see her on a daily basis and she mentions, for example, a vacation she is going on soon inquire where she is going branch off from there, and when she gets back ask her how it was. Don't be extremely serious in your inquiry, just ask it casually.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Don't let her get the wrong idea that you're just an annoying pest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;DON'T flirt with two girls at once. It will make her confused and stop liking you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Don't trap her in a corner so you can talk to her( trust me it creeps girls out)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;be funny...most girls agree that if a guy has a sense of humor it's attractive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Tease her, sure. But not about things she cares about, like saving the trees. Don't rip up paper to get laughs. She'll just end up hating your guts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;(Tip from a Girl) Most girls want you to make the first move...and most girls like when you make her laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;li&gt;(tip from a girl) Some girls get confused when you metion something about you liking them and then you take it back and it happens all year. Go for the girl! She might like on you on the inside and she's playing hard to get. Never tell anyone else you have a crush on the girl even if it's your best friend. Secrets leak out eventually.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4473600831209291907?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4473600831209291907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-flirt-with-gal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4473600831209291907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4473600831209291907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-flirt-with-gal.html' title='How to flirt with a gal'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4081095849868486226</id><published>2009-04-29T11:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:14.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where are the RIA "killer apps"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Kas Thomas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've found, over the years, that in almost every successful field of technology there's a "killer app," a category-leader so strong as to be universally understood as the archetype of success in a given domain. Conversely, when a technology lacks a killer app, it tends to be very telling. It says something about the future of that technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Java, for example. When Java first arrived, there were high hopes for its success based on the "write once, run anywhere" mantra. Applets started showing up all over the Web. But on the desktop, no killer apps. And even in the applet world, no killer apps, just a bunch of little games and academic demos. (Java's "killer app," the thing that would ensure its place in history, didn't really arrive until 1999: something called J2EE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when a new technology-space like &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1450&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;RIA&lt;/a&gt; comes along, with contenders having fancy names like &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1451&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;AIR&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1452&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;Silverlight&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1453&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;JavaFX&lt;/a&gt;, I sit back and wait for a "killer app" to emerge, signalling the appearance of a likely winner (or at least a contender with a future ahead of it) in the multi-way battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JavaFX was late to the party, so I continue to give it the benefit of the doubt, but it looks stillborn to me at this point (and I think the Oracle acquisition of Sun may delay progress with JavaFX until far past the point where it can regain ground against Adobe Flex/AIR). One thing we can all agree on is that there is no killer JavaFX app. In fact I can't even name a JavaFX app. Not a single one. "But it's too early," someone will say. To the contrary, my friend: It may be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silverlight has the full mass and motive power of the Microsoft juggernaut behind it, and for that reason we can't dismiss it (yet). But again, where are the killer apps? Shouldn't we have seen one by now? Shouldn't it be possible to walk up behind someone at any gathering of programmers, tap a total stranger on the shoulder, and get an immediate answer to the question: "Can you name a really cool Silverlight app?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Adobe with its shiny new AIR technology, built atop half-open, half-closed Flash and Flex infastructure, an alluring platform with the not inconsiderable advantage of being built, largely, on ActionScript (hormone-enriched JavaScript). It's fun, it's pretty, it's new. But where are the killer apps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there's a class of killer apps built around AIR now. (Maybe you've noticed?) It's called the Twitter Client. &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1454&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;TweetDeck&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1455&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;Twhirl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1456&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;AlertThingy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1457&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;Toro&lt;/a&gt;, the list goes on and on. (Many of these are not just Twitter clients, of course. Some are perhaps better called social clients, since they interact with other services besides &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1458&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean Adobe has won the RIA wars? No, of course not. But it sure has a nice head start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we need to see now is whether additional killer-app categories start to emerge around AIR. If AIR progresses beyond the point of supporting fun little SoCo apps, things could get very interesting (for users of cell phones, palm devices, PCs, netbooks, laptops, readers, and who-knows-what-else) in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not -- if AIR remains the province of waist-slimming Twitter clients and zero-calorie RSS feed readers -- then we may have yet another evolutionary dead end along the lines of (dare I say it?) &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1459&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;Java Man&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;Kas Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more from Kas Thomas, &lt;a href="http://mailer.dzone.com/link.php?M=157446&amp;N=307&amp;L=1460&amp;F=H" target="_blank"&gt;visit his blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4081095849868486226?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4081095849868486226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-are-ria-apps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4081095849868486226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4081095849868486226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-are-ria-apps.html' title='Where are the RIA &amp;quot;killer apps&amp;quot;?'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-7261267928521846409</id><published>2009-04-27T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:12.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poonam Yadav attempts suicide after being pregnant by Ismail Darbar…</title><content type='html'>The famed musician of Bollywood industry Ismail Drabar and the Sa Re Ga Ma contestant Poonam Yadav’s affair’s story has been making big rounds in the media since long. And now the story of Poonam Yadav’s attempting suicide after her abortion&lt;img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-364" title="poonam yadav" src="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/poonam-yadav1-_1353.jpg" alt="poonam yadav" width="208" height="274" /&gt; has also been making big headlines all over the media for some days. The tragic incident has set many tongues wagging with many blaming the music composer. Ismail Drabar was the mentor of Poonam and it is said that both shared a close relationship. The story got published in a leading tabloid of Mumbai, which shocked the country and the Bollywood fans spread every corner of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ismail denied the rumours and all the allegations on him. He said, “Controversies have always been my middle name. But when it comes on your izzat, you cannot sit quietly and take things lying down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tabloid accused him of being responsible for her abortion and then her attempt of suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poonam was taken to the hospital a few days back where it was confirmed that she swallowed the extra sleeping pills to commit a suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder, what happened to Poonam or was there a force or pressure of any kind behind that she did not blame to Ismail Darbar for the suicide attempt? She told to the media after getting back to consciousness that she took the extra sleeping pills accidentally and she was not trying to commit suicide. Further she said Ismail and his wife Ayesha helped her financially at the time of crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fact looks obvious that who is guilty or who is trying to hide it? We all understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.radiosargam.com/films/archives/45850/poonam-yadav-attempts-suicide-after-being-pregnant-by-ismail-darbar.html"&gt;http://www.radiosargam.com/films/archives/45850/poonam-yadav-attempts-suicide-after-being-pregnant-by-ismail-darbar.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-7261267928521846409?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7261267928521846409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/poonam-yadav-attempts-suicide-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7261267928521846409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7261267928521846409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/poonam-yadav-attempts-suicide-after.html' title='Poonam Yadav attempts suicide after being pregnant by Ismail Darbar…'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-7587521675734189499</id><published>2009-04-27T17:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:10.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Your semifanalists</title><content type='html'>Which 4 teams are going to get in to IPL- Season 2 semifinal. Post your opinion here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;[polldaddy poll=1573114]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-7587521675734189499?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7587521675734189499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-semifanalists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7587521675734189499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7587521675734189499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-semifanalists.html' title='Your semifanalists'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-2291514391286307233</id><published>2009-04-27T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:09.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2009 election, who is going to win?</title><content type='html'>While election is happening in the country, I am trying to get your opinion about the next government. Here is the poll,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[polldaddy poll=1572923]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your opinion, and those are out of native, not able to vote for his party, can think it as a mock polling booth and vote for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-2291514391286307233?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2291514391286307233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-election-who-is-going-to-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2291514391286307233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2291514391286307233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-election-who-is-going-to-win.html' title='2009 election, who is going to win?'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-602841312927742707</id><published>2009-04-27T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:07.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>হারিয়ে যেতে ইচ্ছা করে</title><content type='html'>মাঝে মাঝে হারিয়ে যেতে ইচ্ছা করে, সেখানে যেখানে কোন বাধা নেই, যেখানে কেউ কোন প্রশ্ন করবে না। আমার এক বন্ধু বলছিল একবার উত্তর ভারত ভ্রমণে যেতে। আমি খুব খুশী ছিলাম, হা বলে দিয়ে আবার জিজ্ঞাসা করলাম, কদিনের ছুটি লাগবে বলত? কুড়ি দিন মোটামুটি - আমার আশাও শেষ হয়ে গেল, জানিনা ছুটি পাব কিনা।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-602841312927742707?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/602841312927742707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/602841312927742707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/602841312927742707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_27.html' title='হারিয়ে যেতে ইচ্ছা করে'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-5614023106126399767</id><published>2009-04-24T23:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:06.081+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Implementing BI funtionality to your application</title><content type='html'>Tired of handcrafting reports or using cumbersome report designers?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to include world leading BI functionality into your&lt;br /&gt;application??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download Yellowfin 4.0. Yellowfin is a functionally rich Business&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence application that provides end-to-end reporting functions&lt;br /&gt;through a single easy to use interface. Yellowfin has been designed&lt;br /&gt;to be embedded into third party applications, delivering ease of use&lt;br /&gt;and real-time data analysis, through ad-hoc reporting and real-time&lt;br /&gt;dashboards. 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Yes I was feared about the movie won't be there in next week, so tried to watch it as soon as possible, although was not getting a partner for it, managed my friend to come with me. The story you will get in any news paper (the quoted one is from TOI). I am trying to tell you about my exceptions and what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems Anjan Datta is doing serious and comercial movies one after another. It starts form &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bong_Connection"&gt;The Bong Connection&lt;/a&gt; (a big hit) then &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0456320/"&gt;Bow Barracks Forever&lt;/a&gt; (not a big hit but a good story and it explains something), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chalo_Let%27s_Go"&gt;Chalo Let's Go&lt;/a&gt; (full enterteinment), and then Chowrasta. I think next will be a commercial big hit movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting Parambrata somewhere in the story, but it's ok. Two things I didn't understand, Victor Bannerjee got Bodhi but how and when? He is superb in the film acts as the story teller, or kind of Vivek in the old days yatra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparajita did good, showed how hypocryts live inside a bengali mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saswata, Rupa Ganguly story is quite same as the story of Warish, I thought but it's not. I don't know what that guy named Jojo was doing in the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some says it is story of relationship, but I see a movie about &lt;strong&gt;compromise&lt;/strong&gt;. Those who don't compromise in life should watch the movie once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Director Anjan Dutt uses the sylvan town (Darjeeling) to explore the lives of an odd assortment of people who make up its social fabric. There's Victor Banerjee, the tea planter who writes love letters to his deceased wife and waits for a balmy day to jump off the cliff. He calls it flying! There's the stern school teacher (Saswata Chatterjee) who can barely handle the return of his divorced wife (Rupa Ganguly), and her new lover, into his life again&lt;img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-304" title="Chowrasta: Saswata and Rupa" src="http://thefundoowriter.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/167911.jpg?w=300" alt="Chowrasta: Saswata and Rupa" width="300" height="217" /&gt;. There are the pair of honeymooners who are already afflicted by the first wave of marital blues, specially since their's is a runaway marriage between an earthy Punjabi and a Tagore-loving Bengali. And then, there is the terrorist (Atul Kulkarni), dreaming of Gorkhaland, even as the law is after him and his paymasters are duping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sundry lives criss-cross each other on and around the shadowy chowrasta -- the central point of Darjeeling -- with each character trying to find a new equilibrium in his/her unsettled life. All this, while the sun rises and sets on just another ordinary day in the colonial hill resort that's somehow been left behind in the -- or is it left alone -- in the raucous march of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film may be low on high drama but the director manages to create a mesmerising mood and draws you into the play of emotions that unfolds with a lazy charm. Almost in keeping with the pulse of Darjeeling, captured beautifully on screen by cinematographer Indraneel Mukherjee. While almost everyone pitches in a smart cameo, it is Victor Banerjee's lonely, aging escapist act that remains with you, with the resonance of the songs and the poetry that he so generously spouts through his philosophical ramblings, with garlic bread and whisky.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-5651339373963478532?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5651339373963478532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-review-chowrasta-crossroads-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5651339373963478532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/5651339373963478532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-review-chowrasta-crossroads-of.html' title='Movie Review: Chowrasta Crossroads of Love'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-3138287873890657780</id><published>2009-04-16T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:02.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good tutorial to begin with</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ie7pro.blogspot.com/2007/06/tutorial-how-to-make-plugin-for-ie7pro.html"&gt;http://ie7pro.blogspot.com/2007/06/tutorial-how-to-make-plugin-for-ie7pro.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-3138287873890657780?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3138287873890657780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-tutorial-to-begin-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3138287873890657780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3138287873890657780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-tutorial-to-begin-with.html' title='Good tutorial to begin with'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-742838701965142005</id><published>2009-04-16T01:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:03:00.818+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Start creating eclipse plugins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Step 1: Getting ready to write Java code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we get started, we need to check some workbench preferences to make sure its configured properly for plug-in development. We'll be setting other properties later in the article, but for now, let's just set the default project layout and select the JRE we're going to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting the default project layout:  Edit the Java preferences by selecting the Window-&gt;Preferences menu item.  Expand the Java list item.  Click on the New Project item  and check the Folders  radio button. Ensure "Source folder name" is set to 'src' and that "Output folder name" is set to 'bin'. If you do not alter this setting, all of the class files and source files will be placed in directories based at the root of the project.  This is fine for small scale development, but is not the structure you want when constructing bigger programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  The Hello World plug-in assumes that the project layout has been altered to use 'src' and 'bin' folders.  If you do not do this, you will get runtime errors when testing your plug-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2: Creating the plug-in Project&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are ready to create a Java project for your plug-in. Go to the Navigator view (Resource Perspective), and select File-&gt;New-&gt;Project.  The project creation wizard has a list of categories each with a list of projects.  Select the Java  category in the left hand list and Java project  in the right. Creating a Java project vs. some other project creates a project which understands Java resources and how to manage changes in them. In the Java project wizard, enter a project name for your plug-in. Generally it is a good idea to use the plug-in name or id as the project name to make it easier to deploy your plug-in, and to make sure your plug-in name doesn't collide or get confused with some other plug-in. In our example, we'll use the plug-in id as the project name. Enter org.eclipse.examples.helloworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3: Integrating with Eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we can start writing our code, we need to determine how we're going to integrate with Eclipse. That's because all extensions to Eclipse are done through plug-ins, and plug-ins integrate with each other through extensions on extension points. Eclipse plug-ins typically provide extensions to the platform that support some additional capability or semantics. What is needed is a way for plug-ins to allow other plug-ins to change their behavior in a controlled manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse provides an extensibility mechanism that is scalable, avoids name collisions, doesn't require compilation of the whole product as a unit, and supports multiple versions of the same component at the same time. Eclipse does this by introducing the notion of a plug-in which encapsulates functional extensions to the Platform. Each plug-in has a name, id, provider name, version, a list of other required plug-ins, and a specification for its runtime. A plug-in can also have any number of extension points that provide a portal into which other plug-ins can add their functionality. This is how Eclipse enables other plug-ins to handle the variability supported by your plug-in. In order to integrate with other plug-ins, a plug-in provides extensions on these extension points (perhaps even its own extension points in order to provide some default behavior).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plug-in is described in an XML file called the plug-in manifest file. This file is always called plugin.xml, and is always contained in the plug-in sub-directory. The Eclipse Platform reads these manifest files and uses the information to populate and/or update a registry of information that is used to configure the whole platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our case, we want to use a button on the Workbench toolbar, so the extension point we will use is org.eclipse.ui.actionSets.  An action set is a strategy for the addition and removal of menu and toolbar items. This strategy is executed if the user explicitly adds the action set to the workbench. A user can add an action set to the workbench by invoking Window-&gt;Customize Perspective-&gt;Other...  to display the available actions. To activate an action set, you would navigate the action set categories, select the desired action set, and press OK. A perspective can also add an action set to the initial page layout by invoking IPageLayout.addActionSet(id).  For details on the actionSets extension point, open the help reference material by invoking Help-&gt;Help Contents...  select Platform Plug-in Developer Guide-&gt;Reference-&gt;Extension Points Reference-&gt;Workbench.  Select this hyper-link and you will be presented with the Platform Extension Points. You are interested in org.eclipse.ui.actionSets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4: Creating the plug-in Manifest File&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we know what we've got to do, lets tell Eclipse about our plug-in by creating the plug-in manifest file. Use File-&gt;New-&gt;Other...  and select Simple-&gt;File  to create a file called plugin.xml in the org.eclipse.examples.helloworld project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit the plugin.xml file so that it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sourcecode language="xml"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;?xml version="1.0"?&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;plugin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name="Eclipse Hello World Example"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id="org.eclipse.examples.helloworld"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;version="0.0.0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;provider-name="OTI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;requires&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;import plugin="org.eclipse.core.resources"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;import plugin="org.eclipse.ui"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/requires&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;runtime&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;library name="helloworld.jar"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/runtime&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;extension point = "org.eclipse.ui.actionSets"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;actionSet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id="org.eclipse.examples.helloworld.HelloWorldActionSet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;label="Hello World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visible="true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;description="The action set for the Eclipse Hello World example"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id="org.eclipse.examples.helloworld.HelloWorldMenu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;label="Samples"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;separator name="samples"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/menu&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;action id="org.eclipse.examples.helloworld.actions.HelloWorldAction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menubarPath="org.eclipse.examples.helloworld.HelloWorldMenu/samples"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toolbarPath="Normal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;label="Hello World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooltip="Press to see a message"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icon="icons/helloworld.gif"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class="org.eclipse.examples.helloworld.HelloWorldAction"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/actionSet&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/extension&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/plugin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/sourcecode]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can use Eclipse to edit this file using the default text editor. To do so, select Window-&gt;Preferences, expand the Workbench entry, and select File Associations. Add resource extension xml, and add the "Text Editor" to its associations. Now when you attempt to open an editor on a .xml file, you'll do so with the default text editor. This will do just fine for our simple example. PDE makes this a LOT easier for complex plug-ins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets take a look at the manifest file and see exactly what's there. First we see that we're declaring a plugin. That's always the root element of a plug-in manifest file. The attributes of the plugin  element give the plug-in name, id, version, and provider name. The id is the really interesting attribute. It specifies the identifier the platform uses to reference this plug-in. Since this name has to be unique for all installed plug-ins, we use Java package naming conventions to create a unique id. Anything will do, but this is a reasonable convention that should be followed. You'll see how these ids are used a little later when we have to reference another plug-in's extension point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The requires  element is where you specify all the other plug-ins your plug-in depends on. In our case, we're using the actionSets extension of plug-in org.eclipse.ui , so we specify that plug-in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plug-in runtime  element is how you tell the platform where to find the classes in your plug-in. Essentially, the requires  and the runtime  elements go together to specify the "classpath" for the plug-in. This approach allows each plug-in to have its own classpath independent of any other plug-in. Further, each plug-in has its own classloader which is used to load all classes defined by that plug-in (i.e., the classes found in its library declarations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're finally getting to the real integration! The extension element (in our plugin.xml file) describes an extension on the org.eclipse.ui.actionSets extension point. In our example, we're extending the actionSets extension-point of plug-in org.eclipse.ui.  The id of our extension, how the platform refers to it, is org.eclipse.examples.helloworld.HelloWorldActionSet  while the display name is "Hello World". If you look at the documentation referenced above for the actionSets extension-point, you'll see that it can have a number of action elements which describe the actions in the set. Each action has a class attribute that specifies the class that implements the required interface, org.eclipse.ui.IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate.  This is what we have to implement for our extension. You'll also need to provide the helloworld.gif file to provide an icon for your action. Anything will due for testing. Create the icons folder in your plug-in folder. All plug-in file and folder pathnames are relative to the plug-in folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get confused between an extension-point element and an extension element with a point attribute. The extension-point element defines a hook into the platform while the extension specifies and instance of using the hook. The point attribute is the id of the extension-point you're extending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5: Setting up the plug-in Project&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch to the Java perspective if you're not already there with Window-&gt;Open Perspective-&gt;Other  and select the Java perspective (or if Java is available on the menu, you may select it directly). Then select the packages explorer tab to view the packages in your project. You should only see the packages you've specified in your Java build path so far, probably just the JRE_LIB entry for your rt.jar. Since your going to be using the IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate  interface, and other parts of the platform to develop our example, you need to include the referenced plug-in runtimes in your Java build path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the plug-in manifest file above, we can see that we require plug-in org.eclipse.ui.  Referencing the plug-in in the requires element of our plug-in allows the platform to find classes we reference at runtime, but it doesn't help the compiler at development time. We need to get this plug-in's runtime in your project's build path so we can compile against imported classes and interfaces. To do this, select the project and view its properties; right click on the project. Select the Java Build Path  entry, and click on the Libraries  tab. Then click on the Add External JARs...  button and browse to &lt;your eclipse install directory&gt;/eclipse/plugins/org.eclipse.ui_2.0.0, the directory for the 2.0 version of the Eclipse UI plug-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why we like to have the plug-in ids correspond to the plug-in directory names? It makes it a lot easier to find things. In directory org.eclipse.ui_2.0.0 you'll see the workbench.jar  file. Select this file to add it to your build path. The Eclipse UI plug-in depends on the Eclipse SWT plug-in, so we will need to add that one too: org.eclipse.swt.win32_2.0.0-&gt;ws-&gt;win32  contains swt.jar,  assuming you are running on Windows®. There are similar directories for Linux users running either motif or gtk. The platform automatically provides a special runtime support plug-in: org.eclipse.core.runtime_2.0.0  - you should also add the runtime.jar  from this plug-in to your build path. If your plug-in depends on any other plug-ins, you'll need to add their jar files too. PDE takes care of all of these things for you, but we'll save that for another article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Eclipse release 2.1 re-architects the UI plug-in. The workbench.jar  is located in the directory org.eclipse.ui.workbench_2.1.0.  In addition the JFace plug-in is required. The jface.jar  file can be found in the org.eclipse.jface_2.1.0.  directory. The remaining plug-ins can be found in the corresponding release 2.1 directories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're ready to write the code and compile it against workbench.jar and swt.jar. The workbench has the JDK set, the project has all the jar files in its build path we need, and the plug-in manifest file tells us what classes we have to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 6: Implementing the IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate Interface&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this example, our implementation of interface IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate  is org.eclipse.examples.helloworld.HelloWorldAction. Go take a look at the JavaDoc for the IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate  interface to see what methods we need to implement. The JavaDoc is available from the Help-&gt;Help Contents  menu item. Select Platform Plug-in Developer Guide  expand to Reference-&gt;API Reference-&gt;Workbench-&gt;org.eclipse.ui.  In addition to using standard Java package naming conventions, you should consider including the plug-in id as part of your package name. While not required, it will help you keep your code organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create the implementation class, we'll first create a package for our plug-in. Select the src folder of the org.eclipse.examples.helloworld  project in the packages view, right click, and select New-&gt;Package.  Create a package named org.eclipse.examples.helloworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, select the newly created package, right click, and select New-&gt;Class.  If you prefer using the tool bar, there are buttons to create a package and a class, among other Java-specific buttons. In the dialog that comes up, verify the package name is org.eclipse.examples.helloworld  (it won't be if you didn't select it first), and fill in the class name HelloWorldAction as specified in the class attribute of the action element in our extension (see the manifest file plugin.xml). The superclass java.lang.Object  is fine, but add the interface IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate.  Just click on the Add...  button on the right and start typing IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate. You'll see the selection list zero in as you type. Select IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate  and click OK. You'll see org.eclipse.ui.IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate  in the list of interfaces your class is going to implement. For convenience, click on the Inherited abstract methods  check box so the new class wizard will create stubs for all the interface methods you need to implement. This will save you a lot of typing. If you don't see the class in the selection list that you expect, this is a good indication that your Java build path isn't including everything it needs. Check your build path in the project preferences and try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have our IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate  implementation class. From the interface we have four methods to implement, init  and dispose  from IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate, and run  and selectionChanged  from IActionDelegate. Edit the class, and provide the method implementations given below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sourcecode language="java"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;package org.eclipse.examples.helloworld;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;import org.eclipse.ui.IWorkbenchWindow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;import org.eclipse.ui.IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;import org.eclipse.jface.action.IAction;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;import org.eclipse.jface.dialogs.MessageDialog;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;import org.eclipse.jface.viewers.ISelection;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;import org.eclipse.swt.widgets.Shell;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/** HelloWorldAction is a simple example of using an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* action set to extend the Eclipse Workbench with a menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* and toolbar action that prints the "Hello World" message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public class HelloWorldAction implements IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IWorkbenchWindow activeWindow = null;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/** Run the action. Display the Hello World message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public void run(IAction proxyAction) {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// proxyAction has UI information from manifest file (ignored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shell shell = activeWindow.getShell();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MessageDialog.openInformation(shell, "Hello World", "Hello World!");&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// IActionDelegate method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public void selectionChanged(IAction proxyAction, ISelection selection) {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// do nothing, action is not dependent on the selection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public void init(IWorkbenchWindow window) {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;activeWindow = window;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// IWorkbenchWindowActionDelegate method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public void dispose() {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//  nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/sourcecode]&lt;br /&gt;The code isn't too complicated, so I won't cover it in any more detail. Other articles will be addressing the specific Eclipse features we're using, but we want to focus on plug-ins and the end-to-end integration story rather than the code specifics in this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 7: Testing your plug-in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're ready to test our plug-in! The best way to do this is to use two Eclipse workbenches, one for plug-in development, a second for testing and debug. Let's call them the development workbench and the testing workbench to avoid confusion. We don't want to use the same instance the Eclipse workbench for both development and test for a number of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to restart the workbench every time there's a change in your plug-in so it gets reloaded properly. If you use your development instance for this, you'll be restarting it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a problem in your plug-in, it could hang the development workbench making it difficult to locate and fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't debug a workbench with the same workbench that's running the debugger. That's because when the debugger hits a breakpoint, the whole workbench is stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to launching a testing workbench you must tell Eclipse where the required plugins are located. Edit the Plug-in Development preferences by selecting the Window-&gt;Preferences menu item.  Expand the Plug-In Development list item.  Select Target Platform and click on the Not in Workspace button on the right hand side. You will note the selected items in the list to the left of this button are all now checked. Finally click on the OK button to accept these changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start Eclipse with Eclipse simply choose Run-&gt;Run As-&gt;Run-time Workbench.  Eclipse automatically starts executing in a second workbench, the testing workbench. Be patient this operation may appear to take a long time; when a second workbench opens the operation is complete. To view the location of this second workbench browse the launch configuration via Run-&gt;Run....  Alternatively both these functions may be achieved via the Workbench toolbar Run icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we can test the Hello World actions. You'll see the Hello World icon that was specified in the icon attribute of the action element in our plug-in manifest file on the Workbench toolbar (if you don't provide an icon, it will appear as a gray or red square). Move the cursor over it and you'll see the hover help you entered. Click and you see the message. Not quite as simple as printf("Hello World");  but it looks a lot nicer.  To turn off the Hello World action set (and remove the associated button), select Window-&gt;Customize Perspective...  and expand the Other category.  Now you can uncheck the Hello World item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you turn off the Hello World action set, you'll see that the icon is removed from the toolbar and you can no longer invoke the plug-in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debugging your plug-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debugging your plug-in is just as easy. Just open your Java source and put a breakpoint where you would like to start debugging. Then debug your test workbench by selecting Run-&gt;Debug As-&gt;Run-time Workbench . The workbench will open a debug perspective page, and you'll see the Eclipse process running. Eclipse will come up, and be ready for you to invoke your plug-in. Again, enable the Hello World actions and click on the Hello World button. The test workbench will halt at your breakpoint and you'll see your code, breakpoint, and variables in the debug perspective in your development workbench. Go ahead and experiment with the debugger. Then press resume when ready, and up comes the message. Remember you can only have one active Run-time workbench, so you will need to close your testing workbench between trials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-742838701965142005?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/742838701965142005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-creating-eclipse-plugins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/742838701965142005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/742838701965142005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-creating-eclipse-plugins.html' title='Start creating eclipse plugins'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4591695057134639106</id><published>2009-04-16T01:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:02:58.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Download Microsoft Visual Studio Express edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Visual studio express edition 2008, download &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/express/download/" target="_self"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4591695057134639106?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4591695057134639106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/download-microsoft-visual-studio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4591695057134639106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4591695057134639106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/download-microsoft-visual-studio.html' title='Download Microsoft Visual Studio Express edition'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-6333408038385622980</id><published>2009-04-15T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:02:56.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sttarted writing a IE plugin</title><content type='html'>Decided to do long back but starting &lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; tonight. The thing starts with Visual Studio installation (you can start with vbs too). So now time to install the Visual Studio in &lt;strong&gt;Neo&lt;/strong&gt; (my laptop). Will update soon with all the steps I am doing. But I need to upgrade the ram in Neo as running VS and Eclipse is just next to impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to create content extension, follow the next, I will be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How to register an ActiveX Object as the Player for a Media Type:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msdn2.microsoft.com/en-us/library/aa751976.aspx"&gt;http://msdn2.microsoft.com/en-us/library/aa751976.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe Initialization and Scripting for ActiveX Controls (specifically IObjectSafety):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msdn2.microsoft.com/en-us/library/aa751977.aspx"&gt;http://msdn2.microsoft.com/en-us/library/aa751977.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building ActiveX Controls for Internet Explorer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msdn2.microsoft.com/en-us/library/aa751970.aspx"&gt;http://msdn2.microsoft.com/en-us/library/aa751970.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Introduction to Code Signing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msdn2.microsoft.com/en-us/library/ms537361.aspx"&gt;http://msdn2.microsoft.com/en-us/library/ms537361.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend ATL if you are writing in C++, but you can easily create controls in C# too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I don't know of any great samples off hand, but I'm sure there are several on sites such as http://www.codeguru.com and http://www.codeproject.com.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6333408038385622980?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6333408038385622980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/sttarted-writing-ie-plugin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6333408038385622980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6333408038385622980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/sttarted-writing-ie-plugin.html' title='Sttarted writing a IE plugin'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4506590592983347111</id><published>2009-04-13T16:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:37:52.665+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Importanty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwarded'/><title type='text'>TOLL FREE NOS. 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IN INDIA'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-2006351768398295186</id><published>2009-04-10T02:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:41:00.646+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Importanty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='সাহিত্য'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/Sd5j6Mm3WBI/AAAAAAAABDc/8MGQO5AZ_9I/s1600-h/43C_DANCE_ARTICle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/Sd5j6Mm3WBI/AAAAAAAABDc/8MGQO5AZ_9I/s320/43C_DANCE_ARTICle.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322801661066303506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today they are going to kill me, I am gonna die. No, not original death but death. Actually it happened seven days back, today it's telecast. The judges going to throw me out from the gorgeous dance competition, in front of all participants, guardians and millions of viewers, I will leave the floor with shame, frustration and tears, others will hug me and will cry with me. My dream to become Rani Mukherjee, Karina Kapoor will be vanished in a second, my parents will be in a deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of my fans will sob for me, and then they will forget. Some of my relatives will cry, some will blast in anger,  some will whisper with other, 'Great, she was flying like a queen, now face the actual reality'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, from the day after my elimination I am not able to eat properly, not feeling to go to the school, started dancing in front of the mirror . Sometimes clapping on myself, sometimes laughing like a kid, sometimes crying because I didn't able to become Bips, and sometimes I feeling anger on my parents. On god I never ever wanted to participate in the event, but dad forced me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dance dance, mom started shouting seeing me dancing, "Give point to yourself! The day when you need to dance, you did a big mess and now you are dancing, you are a useless, how can we stand up in front of others now? Shame on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing mom's voice dad also joined the party, "You are right! I spent money like anything, daily I took her to training class, taking leave from office, so many home works I did, whole night did not sleep, made connections, how many parents will do this? You make her Bipasha, Rani, daily show your face on telly with your daughter, now show!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You are telling me? Didn't you have any dream? If she get success, we will buy a bungalow in Mumbai, spend holiday in Singapore, Bangkok, her face in movie, telly, advertisement- day dreams!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Why can't I see dream? If judges take bribe, what can we do? how many girls dance so well like her? I will send show cause notice to the producer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Enough, we are already in a bad situation, don't make it worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were shouting like dogs. Grandma stays downstairs, after grandpa died, her health condition is not at all good, still she was trying to pause the fight. After all mom realised she is going to be late for the office, so she stared at me and told, "Dance Piya Dance, night we will watch yon in telly and then I will see you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is my last night in telly. The show starts 7 pm. Show name is Nach India Nach. There I will dance with gang of boys. They will take me on their lap, they will throw me to others, and I will tolerate everything happily. Because that is a girl's life, that is Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There the male judges will watch me, then they will judge how much appeal do I have. I have to be the queen of male fantasy, and that's the reality. This is not my word, in the grooming session before the show begins, chief instructor told us. But I think there was some mistakes in my learning. I impressed them from the beginning but in the vital round, I failed. No I can't see the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tension started growing after mom, dad left for the office. Till now I am a small celebrity to others, what they will think if they watch me crying, they watch me failing? School guys speak lots of bad things about me because, I dance in bold dresses, but as I was a celebrity nobody dared to say anything in front of me, from tomorrow they will start. After that mom's threat, what she will do with me tonight? Will she kick me out from home? Dad also told he spent lots of money for me, what they will do to me now. I started sweating in fear. In evening I told my granny and went out to take fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started walking, this road, that road. How can I take decision in this mental condition? I don't know where to go, just walking. The sunlight gone off, still I was walking. Suddenly I saw I am in a place, which is kind of jungle, dead pond, bamboo trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped, I realized that the place is not at all good, so started back! But suddenly four five guys came in front of me, I don't know from where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who the hell are you? I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big guy came and held my hand, and others made a round, I was in the center of the gravity I think. They all were drunk. First I was nervous, but I controlled myself, I faced many guys in past few months, and had tough grooming session too. Smartly I cleared me from that guy and asked - "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- First you tell me, what do you want? Why you are roaming around here and there? Do you know this place? This is Dhapa Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, this place is badly famous for murders, rapes, I got tensed. The guy smiled at me and told,&lt;div&gt;- Why tensed babe? Main Hoon Na!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a celebrity, just couldn't able to be Deepika Padukone, and he is talking like this with me! I slapped on his face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Leave me, don't try to come closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Why? Don't you like me? He came more close, but I really like you dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the fuck, am I acting in a movie or what? He doesn't know how say a dialogue, he also needs a grooming session, I started laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hey why are you laughing? Guy is shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly one guy from the gang said, Bablu da, leave the case to my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Yep, take it but handle carefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others came and tried to press me. If it was not me, don't know... But I am different, I know how to handle the situation, I got this kind of training too. I asked them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hey can't you go away, I am not able to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Oh, is it? Come, I will give you oxygen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His lips are coming closer to my lips.  He force me to go inside the bamboo jungle. They are forcing me and I am laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Again behaving like a crazy! He slapped me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, this was not in the scene, I applied a pose, just locking and popping they dropped from my body like aunts. I don't have time to think, I started running. Oh they are following me, just like the dance I did last week, only thing there is no song in background, kisi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ke&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hath &lt;/span&gt;na&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ayegi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ye &lt;/span&gt;ladki. But then what, as per the script I will fell down and they will grab me their hands will search something in my belly, hips, back. And I really fell down, but I know the situation, I turn a round like football, then I come up laughed at them and again started running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am a looser, in competition , and in real life true. I fell down on the mud. Now they will catch me, they will start playing with me as it happens in reality, girl has to give up that is the reality. But nobody came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Oye don't touch her, Bablu's voice. Totally confused all hangover over. Hey I never saw this kind of girl, full mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Right boss, I think some problem in head office, don't know can be AIDS patient, no need to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- May be police agent, they brought them from brothels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What! Police!!!! Let's leave her here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left alone me in the dark. Just now they were telling that they loved me, now I am a prostitute? I have AIDS? Can't have sex with me? Wow, I think they are the brothers of the judges, first they put you in the 13th floor and then they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part - 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I couldn't able to sleep properly. I don't know something is going in my head, I am not feeling well. Is it the symptom of madness? Yes, may be. Yesterday night when I came back, my parents got tensed sawing my face, fully mud ed body. And after hearing the whole story of Dhapa Math, they concluded that I am gone crazy. That night only they decided they will consult a psychiatrist. Sometimes it happen when people lost in their dream, can be cured by medicine. But if not, after spending lots of money then again dad will scold me. Nah, I have to leave home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light of the dining place is on. It means granny is still awake. Granny is old, does not get sleep properly, whole night she reads books, listens musics. Once upon a time she was a good classical singer. She used to tell me, listen the music, you will understand after getting old enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started walking like a cat, tried to open the door lock. There is a sound, I turned back, granny. She has seen me. Oh god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pia, what are you doing there? Come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I try now, hearing sounds parents will get up. I obeyed granny. Granny took me to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;- Out, I am a crazy and crazy people don't stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;- Who said you are crazy? She was crying.&lt;br /&gt;- No not you we are crazy, we don't know our goal just racing, not leaving the children also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;- To get a flower you need to wait, you won't get the result in one day. I told them, nobody listens to me. Pia, you won't go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;- Wow, granny you are so angry!!!&lt;br /&gt;- I should, my dear Pia, what they are doing with you? Eh, you became so thin. When time comes , flowers show the color, but you have to wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to leave home, I wanted to leave my lovely granny? I am really a mad... Granny started singing a thumri. And shocking thing is that I am able to understand the feelings of it. I don't know when I became so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;This is story in no real but it is happening in India now a days. Read the news &lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/news/reality-show-participant-fails-to-clear-audition-attempts-suicide/359430/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inspired by&lt;/span&gt; Chander Buri, &lt;a href="http://www.anandabazar.com/"&gt;ABP&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Letter to editor from Amitava Bannerjee. See &lt;a href="http://www.telegraphindia.com/1080714/jsp/opinion/story_9505911.jsp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Also read: &lt;a href="http://www.nogyan.com/2008/07/15143047/I-will-commit-suicide-if-he-d.html"&gt;I will commit suicide if he dies&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://abhisheksrivastava.sulekha.com/blog/post/2006/08/media-murders-manoj-mishra-a-reality-check-of-the.htm"&gt;Manoj Mishra Story&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-2006351768398295186?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2006351768398295186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2006351768398295186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2006351768398295186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/Sd5j6Mm3WBI/AAAAAAAABDc/8MGQO5AZ_9I/s72-c/43C_DANCE_ARTICle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-808313366224173623</id><published>2009-04-09T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:03:20.627+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Select ur own Rupee Symbol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Check this out, Govt of India is taking your opinion to select the universal  symbol for Rupee as in like "$" for Dollar. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So check the link below and choose the proposed symbols or create one of ur  own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/rupeesurvey.cms" target="_blank"&gt;http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/rupeesurvey.cms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- Message body ''"" --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-808313366224173623?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/808313366224173623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/select-ur-own-rupee-symbol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/808313366224173623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/808313366224173623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/select-ur-own-rupee-symbol.html' title='Select ur own Rupee Symbol'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-7682622275981636110</id><published>2009-04-08T22:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:50:07.909+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Why Chinese phones face death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdzcTeePrjI/AAAAAAAABDU/COmAL-5OJts/s1600-h/photo.cms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdzcTeePrjI/AAAAAAAABDU/COmAL-5OJts/s320/photo.cms.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322371086800629298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 250 lakh handsets are expected to be out of service from April 15, as GSM service providers, including Airtel and Vodafone pull the plug on them. These are unbranded Chinese mobiles that do not have IMEI (International Mobile Equipment Identity) numbers and pose a serious security risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All mobile phone service users have been directed by the Department of Telecom (DoT) to disconnect these phones. In fact, two deadlines - January 6 and March 31 - have already been missed by the companies. Now they have undertaken to acquire the necessary equipment to track these phones by April 15 and discontinue their services thereafter - a process that is expected to take another 15 days, that is, by April 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-7682622275981636110?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7682622275981636110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-chinese-phones-face-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7682622275981636110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7682622275981636110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-chinese-phones-face-death.html' title='Why Chinese phones face death'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdzcTeePrjI/AAAAAAAABDU/COmAL-5OJts/s72-c/photo.cms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-4509025094166757598</id><published>2009-04-08T12:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:27:03.302+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>The Economics of Hurling a Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fLDzlHlqpg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" width="320" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fLDzlHlqpg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do when you are frustrated or angered by a leader’s action (or the lack of it)? You can spit, call names, shout, burn effigies, bite your lip and remain silent, or keep listening to your MP3 and pretend you never thought or heard about it. And, you can also throw a shoe. At least that’s how people seem to express their anguish in recent times. Throwing a shoe at leaders is globally becoming a synonym for expressing displeasure, a method for venting rage, a sign of extreme disrespect, and an act of ultimate insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarnail Singh, a journalist with the Hindi news daily, Dainik Jagran, who flung a shoe at the Indian Home Minister, P. Chidambaram today, is not first of his kinds. He has several Indian and foreign predecessors. In December last year, Muntadhar al-Zaidi, an Iraqi Journalist, called the then American President, George Bush, a ‘dog’ and threw a pair of size 10 footwear. Though Bush carefully dodged it, the assailant became an overnight celebrity and a hero among the Iraqi general public. The act also inspired several tech-savvy Internet game designers. Result: tossing shoe at George Bush became the favorite pass time of several Internet users. Muntadhar is currently languishing in an Iraqi prison serving a three-year sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February 2009, the Chinese Premier Wen Jiabo, met with almost similar insult while he was giving a speech on Global Economy at the University of Cambridge, London. A young member of the hand-picked audience blew a whistle, screamed ‘how can you listen to these lies’, and hurled his shoe, which missed Mr. Wen by a few feet. A message in a board that was discussing this incident said, ‘He got lucky. He didn’t do it in China’. The current state of assailant is not known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If throwing shoe is ‘The’ way expressing anger at Leaders, shoe manufacturers will never be susceptible to recession, one of my colleagues quipped. I beg to differ.  It’s a simple case of supply and demand. You will soon find several retail shoe chains all over India. And they may give you ‘throw one, get two free’ offers. You may also soon find ‘used shoes’ market, selling a pair with a tag ‘Rs. 99 - Thrown at the Prime Minister’. Politicians may conduct ‘Shoe throwing’ rallies or processions. The famous New York based Christie’s may try to auction ‘Only shoe thrown at Michael Jackson’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the banter aside, next time, Journalists in India and elsewhere may be asked to take their shoes off before attending a press conference. But I bet no one can stop a journalist from spitting at the leader or worse, writing a stinker in their column the next day. To sum it up, I would like to quote Al Pacino’s words to Russell Crowe in the 1999 movie ‘Insider’. ‘Ordinary people under extraordinary pressure, Mike. What the hell do you expect? Grace and consistency?’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-4509025094166757598?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4509025094166757598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/economics-of-hurling-shoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4509025094166757598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/4509025094166757598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/economics-of-hurling-shoe.html' title='The Economics of Hurling a Shoe'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-7342966392679189856</id><published>2009-04-07T20:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:34:41.135+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>SAD announces cash award for shoe-throwing journo</title><content type='html'>Praising Delhi journalist Jarnail Singh for his "courage and bravery" in hurling a shoe at home minister P Chidambaram during a press&lt;br /&gt;conference, Sikh political party Shiromani Akali Dal on Tuesday announced a cash reward of Rs 200,000 for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Decisions are not taken by throwing shoes but this incident has showed our pain and suffering. Bhagat Singh had also thrown a bomb in the assembly. We have thus announced a reward of Rs 200,000 for his courage and bravery," Avtar Singh Hit, national general secretary of Shiromani Akali Dal, said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarnail Singh hurled a shoe at Chidambaram, at a press conference here, over his response to the Central Bureau of Investigation's (CBI) clean chit to Congress leader Jagdish Tytler on the 1984 anti-Sikh riots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president of the Delhi unit of Shiromani Akali Dal (SAD) Manjit Singh also supported Jarnail Singh's act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I fully support the journalist. What he has done represents the feelings of all the Sikhs of the country, and not only Sikhs it represents the feelings of all the law abiding citizens of the country," Manjit Singh said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three months ago in Punjab, Rahul Gandhi had promised to not give tickets to Sajjan Kumar and Jagdish Tytler but they were given tickets, and CBI also gave a clean chit to them. We are waiting for the court's judgement and our struggle will continue," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, leaders of various Sikh organisation Tuesday held a sit-in at Jantar Mantar here to protest the CBI's clean chit to Tytler in a case relating to the 1984 massacre of Sikhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4,000-5,000 people participated in the dharna. The protesters first offered 'ardas' or prayer at the Gurdwara Bangla Sahib at noon after which they proceeded towards Congress president Sonia Gandhi's house. They were, however, stopped near Jantar Mantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally posted in: &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/SAD-announces-cash-award-for-shoe-throwing-journo/articleshow/4369948.cms"&gt;Times&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-7342966392679189856?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7342966392679189856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad-announces-cash-award-for-shoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7342966392679189856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7342966392679189856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad-announces-cash-award-for-shoe.html' title='SAD announces cash award for shoe-throwing journo'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-8190104071593690912</id><published>2009-04-06T17:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:31:59.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwarded'/><title type='text'>Italian Love</title><content type='html'>An 18 year old Italian girl tells her Mom that she is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, 'who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!'&lt;br /&gt;The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later, a Ferrari stops in front of their house.&lt;br /&gt;A mature and distinguished man with grey hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit steps out of the&lt;br /&gt;Ferrari and enters the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits in the living room with the father, mother, and the girl and tells them: 'Good morning, your daughter&lt;br /&gt;has informed me of the problem. I can't marry her because of my personal family situation but I'll take charge.&lt;br /&gt;I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life. Additionally, if a girl is born, I will bequeath&lt;br /&gt;a Ferrari, 2 retail stores, a townhouse, a beach front villa, and a $2,000,000 bank account. If a boy is born, my legacy&lt;br /&gt;will be a couple of factories and a $4,000,000 bank account. If twins, they will receive a factory and $2,000,000 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?'&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly on the man's shoulder and tells him,&lt;br /&gt;'You try again.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-8190104071593690912?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8190104071593690912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/italian-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/8190104071593690912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/8190104071593690912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/italian-love.html' title='Italian Love'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-2084709515258039058</id><published>2009-04-06T12:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:25:26.080+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemz'/><title type='text'>Under the spreading branches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/Sdmol1fK30I/AAAAAAAABCU/LbC2ejc_XT4/s1600-h/Jantree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/Sdmol1fK30I/AAAAAAAABCU/LbC2ejc_XT4/s320/Jantree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321469802681392962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the spreading branches&lt;br /&gt;Can you see an ant roaming around?&lt;br /&gt;No, you can't, it is so small to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same way we are so small for this big universe, many don't know our existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think big, but don't think yourself big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally posted by me in the comment section of this &lt;a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2009/04/u-sundays-alphabet-prompt.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-2084709515258039058?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2084709515258039058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/under-spreading-branches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2084709515258039058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2084709515258039058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/under-spreading-branches.html' title='Under the spreading branches'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/Sdmol1fK30I/AAAAAAAABCU/LbC2ejc_XT4/s72-c/Jantree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-6230365329410097981</id><published>2009-04-06T01:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:00:20.622+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooter'/><title type='text'>Bangalore is no different from Kolkata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkUopajJvI/AAAAAAAABCM/WDaYJFIuxlo/s1600-h/100_2437_hf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkUopajJvI/AAAAAAAABCM/WDaYJFIuxlo/s320/100_2437_hf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321307123259483890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6230365329410097981?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6230365329410097981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangalore-is-no-different-from-kolkata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6230365329410097981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6230365329410097981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangalore-is-no-different-from-kolkata.html' title='Bangalore is no different from Kolkata'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkUopajJvI/AAAAAAAABCM/WDaYJFIuxlo/s72-c/100_2437_hf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-2572831848913317073</id><published>2009-04-06T01:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:54:47.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooter'/><title type='text'>Time to go home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkTbgUV2lI/AAAAAAAABCE/84W1O--uIZc/s1600-h/100_2415_hf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkTbgUV2lI/AAAAAAAABCE/84W1O--uIZc/s320/100_2415_hf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321305797967600210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-2572831848913317073?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2572831848913317073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-go-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2572831848913317073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/2572831848913317073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-go-home.html' title='Time to go home'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkTbgUV2lI/AAAAAAAABCE/84W1O--uIZc/s72-c/100_2415_hf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-7814273466248700876</id><published>2009-04-06T01:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:41:33.837+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooter'/><title type='text'>Jhar Bati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkO3zmH3sI/AAAAAAAABB4/0yR2aqzpF6E/s1600-h/another+lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkO3zmH3sI/AAAAAAAABB4/0yR2aqzpF6E/s320/another+lamp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321300786620653250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this amazing. I took this shot in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chandni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chawk&lt;/span&gt;, a real good Punjabi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Koramangala&lt;/span&gt;. Food is good but yes it is costly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must try: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Malpoa&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rubri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Address: 28, 6th Block, 80 Feet Road, Opp. IBP Petrol Bunk, Koramangala, Bangalore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone: 41105454, 41105757&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-7814273466248700876?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7814273466248700876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-this-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7814273466248700876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/7814273466248700876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-this-amazing.html' title='Jhar Bati'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkO3zmH3sI/AAAAAAAABB4/0yR2aqzpF6E/s72-c/another+lamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-553879194811002613</id><published>2009-04-06T01:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:41:57.193+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='আড্ডা'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>The Esplanade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkL_D-YguI/AAAAAAAABBw/U_udhSe8vNQ/s1600-h/100_2491_hf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkL_D-YguI/AAAAAAAABBw/U_udhSe8vNQ/s320/100_2491_hf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321297612741575394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This became our daily partner now, The esplanade near to my place and food is good. You will get real delicious food but beat costly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took these two photos on the day we went for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should try Dub Chingri, Sorshe Elish, Doi Elish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Address: 151, KHB Colony, 1st Floor, 5th Block, Koramangala, Bangalore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone 40927888, 40927878&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkL-0rZ7iI/AAAAAAAABBo/Ej2rQnnwFBU/s1600-h/hilsha+bhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkL-0rZ7iI/AAAAAAAABBo/Ej2rQnnwFBU/s320/hilsha+bhat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321297608635444770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-553879194811002613?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/553879194811002613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-became-our-daily-partner-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/553879194811002613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/553879194811002613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-became-our-daily-partner-now.html' title='The Esplanade'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdkL_D-YguI/AAAAAAAABBw/U_udhSe8vNQ/s72-c/100_2491_hf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-6814462936630822849</id><published>2009-04-06T00:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:52:07.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='সাহিত্য'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='বাংলা'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemz'/><title type='text'>শুধু তোমার জন্য</title><content type='html'>মেঠো বাতাস, সবুজ আকাশ, হাস্নাহুনা ফুলের গন্ধ,&lt;br /&gt;আসীম দুঃখ, অসীম সুখ, প্রথম পাওয়ার আনন্দ,&lt;br /&gt;সবকিছু ভুলে সবকিছু ছেড়ে ভোকাট্টা হতে পারি,&lt;br /&gt;হতে পারি শহুরে, হতে পারি গ্রামীন, হতে পারি আমি বন্য,&lt;br /&gt;তোমার জন্য, তোমার জন্য, শুধুই তোমার জন্য।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6814462936630822849?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6814462936630822849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6814462936630822849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6814462936630822849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='শুধু তোমার জন্য'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-1629294447071262369</id><published>2009-04-04T15:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:34:14.488+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>India stands 115th in internet speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdcwZobyPqI/AAAAAAAABBg/yoJRLRXKeXE/s1600-h/India-stands-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdcwZobyPqI/AAAAAAAABBg/yoJRLRXKeXE/s320/India-stands-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320774701670350498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;India's poor internet connectivity makes the country stand at 115th position in terms of speed, among 223 nations. As per a report, India's average internet connection speed stands low at 772 Kbps compared to the global average of 1.5 Mbps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country ranks 93rd in terms of broadband adoption globally with 3.74 percent connections at speed over 2 Mbps and 55th for the adoption of narrowband adoption at speeds below 256 Kbps. In terms of broadband penetration, India had 0.0001 broadband IPs per capita. Meanwhile, on another parameter called attack traffic - a measure of rogue activity on the Internet, such as DNS attacks, bots, spam activity and hackers, India ranked 17th globally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The findings are based on the 'State of the Internet' report released by Akamai, which also pinpoints that approximately 19 percent internet connections around the world were at high broadband with speeds greater than 5 Mbps. The report features South Africa on the top with the country witnessing the highest percentage of connections on high broadband. Even in the in the prior quarter South Korea, Sweden, the Netherlands, Denmark and Norway stood with high broadband IPs per capita though comparatively less than the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.siliconindia.com/welcome.php"&gt;Silicon India&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-1629294447071262369?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1629294447071262369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/india-stands-115th-in-internet-speed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/1629294447071262369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/1629294447071262369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/india-stands-115th-in-internet-speed.html' title='India stands 115th in internet speed'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SdcwZobyPqI/AAAAAAAABBg/yoJRLRXKeXE/s72-c/India-stands-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-6186535465515847384</id><published>2009-04-01T16:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:42:33.544+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwarded'/><title type='text'>DO NOT DRINK &amp; DRIVE</title><content type='html'>I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll , my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much. I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;I have to give the doll to my mummy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God . Daddy says that Mummy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''&lt;br /&gt;My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mummy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' 'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.&lt;br /&gt;The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mummy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'&lt;br /&gt;I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state.&lt;br /&gt;The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.. Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;br /&gt;Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever..&lt;br /&gt;The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT DRINK &amp;amp; DRIVE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-6186535465515847384?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6186535465515847384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-not-drink-drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6186535465515847384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/6186535465515847384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-not-drink-drive.html' title='DO NOT DRINK &amp; DRIVE'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-3377707737143890858</id><published>2009-03-30T19:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:13:34.403+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>Self Review</title><content type='html'>It doesn’t take lots of guts to say negative things about others, someone said “Abhinaba has guts, he speaks whatever he wants, doesn’t bother about any one”, someone said “how can I be as much forward as you?” I say silently, it doesn’t require guts, it is a show off and it also shows how arrogant you are.&lt;br /&gt;I would say those have guts who can do self-review and able to tell others. But if review contains all negative things then I say that guy does not have any self believe. I was thinking about it today morning and came to a conclusion that I should start self-review first, then only I can say that I have guts.&lt;br /&gt;Abhinaba Basu, simple, friendly and cool, these are what others say about me, If I start looking into my testimonials in orkut or in linked-in, I see only good songs, those are not reviews, those are written by friends, friends can’t do good review because they like you and they are like you, that’s why they are your friends. So coming to me, what others say, I am simple, I say I am not, I am so much complex, sometimes I also not able to recognize myself. They say I am simple because I am an open book, I don’t hide anything about me from anyone, even it is negative (depends on the situation), I say. Ego, the big part of my life, I really don’t know how to overcome it and I feel bad many times because of my ego.&lt;br /&gt;I am friendly, yes I am but always I have given time to some special friends of mine. If I spend 100 minutes for all the friends I spend 75 minutes for that special friend. I am helpful, yes I am but I help only some friends of mine, not all, and if she/ he is my very special friend, I never say no. Actually I have very less friends, maximum ten or fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;Some say I am talented, I say I am not talented enough; I just have quick problem solving and quick learning capability. Asha, one friend of mine compared me with Einstein, which is too much.&lt;br /&gt;Girl friends, others usually call me a Casanova, but that is also not true, I have lots of friends who are girls. Remember I told you about my special friends, they all are girls, but I don’t know why it happens I always get only one special friend at a time. So others think that, the girl with whom I roaming around, having part, dinner etc is my girlfriend, but that is not true always.&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant, if you need an example of arrogant, that’s me. I don’t know what to talk, where and with whom, and most of the girls either think me an arrogant or a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing of my life is, my writing, whatever I see, I write, I get inspired by some friends some times, most of the time special friends and write about them, but I never ever able to tell my friend that this is on her, this is about her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-3377707737143890858?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3377707737143890858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-doesnt-take-lots-of-guts-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3377707737143890858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629275/posts/default/3377707737143890858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-doesnt-take-lots-of-guts-to-say.html' title='Self Review'/><author><name>Abhinaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018961417528573781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hTRV4q7S6UM/SSKdD1yWCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PshCxm6zNOc/S220/Picture152.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629275.post-1361571473227433045</id><published>2009-03-30T15:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:56:06.863+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='আড্ডা'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='বাংলা'/><title type='text'>সব ছেলেরাই hypocrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;এটা লিখছি আমার চিন্তা ভাবনা থেকে, আমার বন্ধুদের দেখে (হা, আমার কিছু ছেলে বন্ধুও আছে), তাদের মনভাব বুঝে। আরো একবার এটা লেখার কারন বলে দিই, আনেক মেয়েই আমায় বলে আমি নাকি male chauvinist, তো সেটাকেও মিথ্যা প্রমান করার দরকার আছে।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ছেলেরা কিছুটা পাল্টেছে আগের থেকে? মানে দশ বছর আগের থেকে, উত্তর হল হা, তারা নিজেদের বউ কে অন্যদের সামনে কিছুটা খোলামেলা দেখতে আপত্তি করেনা, কিন্তু ব্যাস ওই টুকুই। ছেলেরা, তাদের বউ, বান্ধবী এবং প্রেমিকার কে বিভিন্ন রকম ভাবে দেখাতে চায় অন্যদের কাছে, যদি ও নিজে একি ভাবে দেখে। একটা উদাহরণ দিচ্ছি, অফিসে TT খেলা চলছে, না কোন match নয়, একটি ছেলে ও একটি মেয়ে খেলছ, দুজনেই আমার বন্ধু, TT বল নিচে পড়েছে, তো মেয়েটি ঝুকে বল তুলতে গেল, ঝোকার জন্য তার বুকের কিছুটা অংশ বেরিয়ে এসছিল এবং ছেলেটি, সেই দিকেই তাকিয়ে ছিল। কোন মেয়ে একটু খোলামেলা কোন কাপড় পরে এলে ওই ছেলেটিই সবার আগে প্রশংসায় ভরিয়ে দেয়, কিন্তু তার সঙ্গে আলোচনা করে জানলাম, তার বউ কে চুরিদার ছাড়া কিছু পরতে দেবে না।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;গল্প করতে করতে মেয়েদের পিঠে হাত দেওয়া টা নতুন ব্যাপার নয়, মেয়েরাও সেটাতে কিছু মনে করে না। কিন্তু আসলে ছেলেরা পিঠে হাত দেয় বন্ধুতের জন্য নয়, আমি দেখেছি, ছেলেরা ঠিক সেখানেই হাত দেয় যেখানে bra strap থাকে, আর কেউ যদি বলে আমার মনেই পাপ এরকম কিছুই নয়, ও আমার খুব ভালো বন্ধু, তাহলে আমি বলি মশাই, যখন, আপনার বউ বা প্রেমিকার পিঠে কেউ হাত দেয় তখন ওইরকম ট্যারা চোখে কেন তাকিয়ে থাকেন?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-1361571473227433045?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1361571473227433045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefundoowriter.blogspot.com/2009/03/hypocrite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='বাংলা'/><title type='text'>মনের কথা</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;এখন কথা হচ্ছে যে কাউকে তুমি কিছু করতে জোর করতে পারনা। কিন্তু যদি জোর করানর ক্ষেত্রে মেয়েদের জুড়ি মেলা ভার। আমি বহুদিন আগে একটা পোস্ট করেছিলাম এখানে "&lt;a href="http://abhinababasu.blogspot.com/2009/03/ekti-jotil-choritro.html"&gt;একটা জটিল চরিত্র&lt;/a&gt;" বলে, সেখানে আমি নারী দের সম্বন্ধে কিছু কথা বলেছি, কিন্তু অনেক বাকী থেকে গেছে। আর সেখানে জা কমেন্ট পেয়েছি বিশেষ করে মহিলা মহল থেকে তাতে একটি ব্যাপার এ আমি নিশ্চিত যে কথা গুলো কিছু মাত্র ভুল নয়। তবে আমি কিন্তু একদম ই পুরুষ বাদী নই, আসলে পুরুষবাদী বলে কিছু হয় না, নারীবাদী হয়। সব মেয়েরাই নারীবাদী আর কিছু ছেলে নারীবাদী নয়, আর বিবাহিত পুরুষ হলে তো কথাই নেই, বৌ, শালী দের পাল্লায় পড়ে তারাও নারী বাদী থেকে নারী পুজারী হয়ে জায়, আমার কাছে উদাহরণ আছে কিন্তু এখানে লিখলাম না।&lt;br /&gt;একজন জিগ্যাসা করল তুমি এত নারী বিদবেষী কেন? আমি আসলে নারী বিদবেষী নই, আমি নারী দের ভয় পাই। আমি নারী দের নিয়ে কবিতা, গল্প, রম্যরচনা লিখতে ভালবাসি কিন্তু ভয় পাই যে ওরা বুঝে গেলেই তো কেল্লা ফতে, আজ আমি শ্রাবণী কে নিয়ে লিখছি, অনেক কিছু লুকিয়ে, ও যদি জানতে পারে তাহলে, ওকি কখন আমার সাথে সেভাবে মিশতে পারবে, এখন যে ভাবে মেশে? আমি জানি পারবে না, সব মেয়েই একটা গোপণীয়তা বজায় রাখতে চায়, হতে চায় রহস্য, সে যদি জেনে জায় আমি এত কিছু ওর সম্বন্ধে জানি তাহলে আমার খেল খতম, আমার যে আরো অনেক কিছু জানার বাকী আছে, বিশেষ করে গল্পের শেষ টা, আস্ল জীবনে তো গল্প শেষ হয়েই গেছে, কিন্তু কেন ও কিভাবে সেটা এখনও আমার জানা বাকী আছে।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- তুমি কোনদিন কাউকে ভালবাস নি?&lt;br /&gt;- হা বেসেছি আর ঠকেছি, আর চাইনা আমার জীবনে ভালবাসা আসুক, আমি আগে অনেক নরম ছিলাম, এখন একটু বেশিই কঠিন।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629275-5543680273725085934?l=thefundoowriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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