<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:26:01.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thus spake me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-2880835714143047686</id><published>2007-04-26T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:43:58.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Time Goes By</title><content type='html'>You must remember this&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is still a kiss&lt;br /&gt;A sigh is still (just) a sigh&lt;br /&gt;The fundamental things apply&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when two lovers woo&lt;br /&gt;They still say: "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;On that you can rely&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight and love songs - never out of date&lt;br /&gt;Hearts full of passion - jealousy and hate&lt;br /&gt;Woman needs man - and man must have his mate&lt;br /&gt;That no one can deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s still the same old story&lt;br /&gt;A fight for love and glory&lt;br /&gt;A case of do or die&lt;br /&gt;The world will always welcome lovers&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- From 'Casablanca'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-2880835714143047686?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/2880835714143047686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=2880835714143047686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/2880835714143047686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/2880835714143047686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-time-goes-by.html' title='As Time Goes By'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-6888846217514276234</id><published>2007-04-26T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:32:17.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging it is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2D-LdA-W15o/RjFt5X-ip3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/_Smabr3K1Zg/s1600-h/dilbert2007458220426.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2D-LdA-W15o/RjFt5X-ip3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/_Smabr3K1Zg/s400/dilbert2007458220426.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057944688970082162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-6888846217514276234?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/6888846217514276234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=6888846217514276234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/6888846217514276234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/6888846217514276234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogging-it-is.html' title='Blogging it is!'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2D-LdA-W15o/RjFt5X-ip3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/_Smabr3K1Zg/s72-c/dilbert2007458220426.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-117202628446776154</id><published>2007-02-20T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:51:24.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now doesn't he look sorry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4420/1776/1600/663790/Sorry%20Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4420/1776/320/275046/Sorry%20Dog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-117202628446776154?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/117202628446776154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=117202628446776154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/117202628446776154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/117202628446776154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2007/02/now-doesnt-he-look-sorry.html' title='Now doesn&apos;t he look sorry?'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-115678206518601363</id><published>2006-08-28T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:21:05.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought 4 - Words of Wisdom!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there...to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way. There may be times when they may disappoint you … but balance that against the times they have delighted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create whom you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Words from a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-115678206518601363?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/115678206518601363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=115678206518601363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/115678206518601363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/115678206518601363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/08/thought-4-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Thought 4 - Words of Wisdom!'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-115673590941279808</id><published>2006-08-27T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:33:36.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder if this makes sense....</title><content type='html'>"Friends betray... because it is easier to betray people you trust than it is to a stranger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's easier to forgive a stranger than to forgive a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well probably it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-115673590941279808?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/115673590941279808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=115673590941279808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/115673590941279808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/115673590941279808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/08/wonder-if-this-makes-sense_115673590941279808.html' title='Wonder if this makes sense....'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-115673264077899815</id><published>2006-08-27T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:37:20.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Californian FB, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-115673264077899815?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/115673264077899815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=115673264077899815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/115673264077899815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/115673264077899815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/08/success_27.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-115046445650253593</id><published>2006-06-16T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:54:02.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought 3 - Connecting...</title><content type='html'>It is so strange and amazing how you connect with people in your life. People, who you have known not more than few hours... people who might not hold anything in others lives, people who might not be even given second thoughts...people who have never expected much from others, people who have always lived their lives not yearning for recognition... and people, you might not even actually remember a few days/hours from now? Yet even for a few hours or even minutes today, you still stop to think about them....They have certainly touched some chord in you, some dormant emotion in you from amongst the unthinkable plethora of emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-115046445650253593?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/115046445650253593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=115046445650253593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/115046445650253593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/115046445650253593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-3-connecting.html' title='Thought 3 - Connecting...'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114745305543791676</id><published>2006-05-12T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:57:35.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another :)</title><content type='html'>All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114745305543791676?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114745305543791676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114745305543791676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114745305543791676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114745305543791676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/05/yet-another.html' title='Yet another :)'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114738513031114010</id><published>2006-05-11T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:05:30.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Pablo_Picasso"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114738513031114010?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114738513031114010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114738513031114010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114738513031114010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114738513031114010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/05/quote.html' title='Quote!'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114736541748722384</id><published>2006-05-11T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:36:57.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4420/1776/1600/Comics%20and%20Editorial%20Cartoons%20Dilbert%20on%20Yahoo!%20News.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4420/1776/320/Comics%20and%20Editorial%20Cartoons%20Dilbert%20on%20Yahoo%21%20News.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114736541748722384?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114736541748722384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114736541748722384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114736541748722384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114736541748722384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/05/clever.html' title='Clever :)'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114619076860592480</id><published>2006-04-27T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:19:28.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4420/1776/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4420/1776/320/ShowLetter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114619076860592480?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114619076860592480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114619076860592480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114619076860592480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114619076860592480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-say.html' title='What say?'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114619064764094666</id><published>2006-04-27T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:17:27.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4420/1776/1600/image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4420/1776/320/image5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114619064764094666?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114619064764094666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114619064764094666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114619064764094666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114619064764094666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114601712761257727</id><published>2006-04-25T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:05:27.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeeky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4420/1776/1600/Squeeky%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4420/1776/320/Squeeky%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114601712761257727?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114601712761257727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114601712761257727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114601712761257727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114601712761257727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/04/squeeky.html' title='Squeeky!'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114601609615076199</id><published>2006-04-25T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:48:16.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictable Prediction eh?</title><content type='html'>Weather forcast for tonight: dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- George Carlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114601609615076199?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114601609615076199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114601609615076199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114601609615076199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114601609615076199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/04/predictable-prediction-eh_25.html' title='Predictable Prediction eh?'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114601570391857063</id><published>2006-04-25T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T07:17:40.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name</title><content type='html'>One night when the lawn was a golden green&lt;br /&gt;and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials&lt;br /&gt;in the scented air, and the whole countryside pulsed&lt;br /&gt;with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass&lt;br /&gt;feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered&lt;br /&gt;what I would become -- and where I would find myself --&lt;br /&gt;and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant&lt;br /&gt;that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard&lt;br /&gt;my name as if for the first time, heard it the way&lt;br /&gt;one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off&lt;br /&gt;as though it belonged not to me but to the silence&lt;br /&gt;from which it had come and to which it would go.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Mark Strand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114601570391857063?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114601570391857063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114601570391857063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Try to      secretly smell your hair, but you always notice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Stick      up for you, but still respects your independence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Give      you the remote control during the game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Come      up behind you and put his arms around you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Play      with your hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;His      hands always find yours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Be      cute when he really wants something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Offer      you plenty of massages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Dance      with you, even if he feels like a dork&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Never      run&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;out of love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Be      funny, but know how to be serious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;realize      he’s being funny when he needs to be serious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Be      patient when you take forever to get ready&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;React      so cutely when you hit him and it actually hurts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Smile      a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Plans      a romantic date full of cheesy things he wouldn’t normally like to do just      because he knows it means a lot to you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Appreciate      you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Help      others out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Drive      5 hours just to see you for 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Always      give you a peck on the cheek when you depart from each others company,      even when his friends are watching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sing,      even if he can’t&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Have a      creative sense of humor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Stare      at you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Call      for no reason&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Quit      smoking, chewing, drinking or drugs just because he loves you that much to      quit it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  And the list goes on and on and on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy a fwd!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114593049908325422?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114593049908325422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114593049908325422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114593049908325422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114593049908325422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfect-guy-would.html' title='A Perfect Guy would...'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114498742791616879</id><published>2006-04-13T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:06:56.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.4minutesperday.com/archive/image/%284MinutesPerDay-127%29_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.4minutesperday.com/archive/image/%284MinutesPerDay-127%29_Love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114498742791616879?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114498742791616879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114498742791616879&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114498742791616879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114498742791616879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/04/awww_13.html' title='Awww...'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114498512544472367</id><published>2006-04-13T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:25:25.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought 2 - Beauty!</title><content type='html'>Physical beauty is more or less related to 'symmetry' which could again vary depending on the person evaluating while the character, attitude, behaviour and thinking are what define the inner spiritual beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.”&lt;br /&gt;-Hellen Keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114498512544472367?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114498512544472367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114498512544472367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114498512544472367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114498512544472367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/04/thought-2-beauty.html' title='Thought 2 - Beauty!'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114393225953956084</id><published>2006-04-01T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:57:39.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are some things which actually make you reconsider your opinions and leave such deep impressions on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine at work said this one line '"When you keep whining about something, and feel that it sucks, remember ... it could suck more!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Though she said that in lighter vein, if you actually think, it is so true!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114393225953956084?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114393225953956084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114393225953956084&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114393225953956084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114393225953956084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/04/thought-1.html' title='Thought 1'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114359518896282974</id><published>2006-03-28T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:19:48.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moon</title><content type='html'>After writing poems all day,&lt;br /&gt;I go off to see the moon in the pines.&lt;br /&gt;Far in the woods I sit down against a pine.&lt;br /&gt;The moon has her porches turned to face the light,&lt;br /&gt;But the deep part of her house is in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Bly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114359518896282974?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114359518896282974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114359518896282974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114359518896282974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114359518896282974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/03/moon_28.html' title='The Moon'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114300048440290858</id><published>2006-03-21T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:08:04.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  your eyes are soft with sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  your eyes are soft with sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  your eyes are soft with sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       -- Leonard Cohen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114300048440290858?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114300048440290858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114300048440290858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114300048440290858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114300048440290858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-thats-no-way-to-say-goodbye.html' title='&quot;Hey, That&apos;s No Way To Say Goodbye&quot;'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114299995281630201</id><published>2006-03-21T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:59:12.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Calvin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114299995281630201?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114299995281630201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114299995281630201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114299995281630201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114299995281630201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-calvin_21.html' title='From Calvin...'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114291497572213405</id><published>2006-03-20T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:21:46.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;One little drop of salty water,&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So many of them are preserved in two eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Come rolling down, they totter,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Losing them, one feels so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Infact it’s not a mere drop,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It’s a pearl that each one was gifted by God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Miseries of life made a million pop,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Dam like eyes holding them are as if a pod.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;God gave just one, to each man,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Emotional fool that he is, used up the first one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;And started wanting more of its clan,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Growing his miseries and grievances to a ton.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114291497572213405?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114291497572213405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114291497572213405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114291497572213405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114291497572213405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/03/tear_20.html' title='Tear'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-114130979901838356</id><published>2006-03-02T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:29:59.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When tomorrow starts without me</title><content type='html'>When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not here to see&lt;br /&gt;if the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me&lt;br /&gt;I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today.&lt;br /&gt;While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you love me as much as I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And every time you think of me, I know you'll miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand&lt;br /&gt;That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;And said my place was ready in heaven far above&lt;br /&gt;And that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love&lt;br /&gt;But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye&lt;br /&gt;For all my life, I'd always thought I didn't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to live for and so much yet to do&lt;br /&gt;It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;If I could relive yesterday, I thought, just for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile&lt;br /&gt;But then I fully realized that this could never be,&lt;br /&gt;For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought of worldly things that I'd miss come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home&lt;br /&gt;When God looked down and smiled at me, from his great golden throne&lt;br /&gt;He said, "This is eternity and all I've promised you&lt;br /&gt;Today your life on earth is past, but here it starts anew.&lt;br /&gt;I promise no tomorrows, but today will always last,&lt;br /&gt;And since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past,&lt;br /&gt;But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true.&lt;br /&gt;Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do,&lt;br /&gt;But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free,&lt;br /&gt;So won't you take my hand and share my life with me?"&lt;br /&gt;So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,&lt;br /&gt;For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-114130979901838356?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/114130979901838356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=114130979901838356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114130979901838356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/114130979901838356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-tomorrow-starts-without-me.html' title='When tomorrow starts without me'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-113644480543755467</id><published>2006-01-05T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T01:06:57.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A.m.a.z.i.n.g!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/01/02/rare.snake.two.ap/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/01/02/rare.snake.two.ap/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-113644480543755467?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/113644480543755467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=113644480543755467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113644480543755467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113644480543755467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/01/amazing.html' title='A.m.a.z.i.n.g!'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-113614819561190556</id><published>2006-01-01T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T14:43:57.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>I am - yet what I am, none cares or knows:&lt;br /&gt;My friends forsake me like a memory lost:&lt;br /&gt;I am the self-consumer of my woes --&lt;br /&gt;They rise and vanish in oblivious host,&lt;br /&gt;Like shadows in love's frenzied stifled throes&lt;br /&gt;And yet I am, and live-like vapours tost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,&lt;br /&gt;Into the living sea of waking dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Where there is neither sense of life or joys,&lt;br /&gt;But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteem:&lt;br /&gt;Even the dearest that I love the best&lt;br /&gt;Are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for scenes where man hath never trod&lt;br /&gt;A place where woman never smiled or wept&lt;br /&gt;there to abide with my creator God,&lt;br /&gt;And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,&lt;br /&gt;Untroubling and untroubled where I lie&lt;br /&gt;The grass below, above, the vaulted sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- John Clare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-113614819561190556?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/113614819561190556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=113614819561190556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113614819561190556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113614819561190556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am_01.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-113597348533635706</id><published>2005-12-30T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:11:25.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is a good lesson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Unless you're some kind of saint, you've probably at one time or another said or done something unkind. Out of envy, fear, greed or pettiness, you dumped on somebody you shouldn't have. Or, through an honest mistake, you cost a client a lot of money or a co-worker a weekend of extra work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;What can you do to own up to your misstep without making things worse? How can you repair the damage you caused and win back your credibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Here is the answer...&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/Careers/12/30/cb.apology/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/Careers/12/30/cb.apology/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-113597348533635706?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/113597348533635706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=113597348533635706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113597348533635706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113597348533635706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-this-is-good-lesson_30.html' title='Now this is a good lesson!'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-113489412293816822</id><published>2005-12-18T02:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:23:57.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Mood :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sorrows are never wished nor granted by the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He blesses all only with happiness and peace;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The sheer foolishness of man without whose own accord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Would the grief camouflaged as tears release?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-113489412293816822?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/113489412293816822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=113489412293816822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113489412293816822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113489412293816822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2005/12/current-mood.html' title='Current Mood :('/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-113096731589529388</id><published>2005-11-02T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:35:15.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN ENGLISH: IT VILL BE WERY HELPFUL, YAAR!</title><content type='html'>It is the year 2020 and call centers are opening all over&lt;br /&gt;the West, as the new economic power India outsources work to&lt;br /&gt;the countries where many jobs originated. Millions of&lt;br /&gt;Americans, still struggling to adapt to a global economy,&lt;br /&gt;are willing to accept jobs that pay them in a new currency&lt;br /&gt;sweeping much of the world: EuRupees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them, eager to land one of the customer service jobs&lt;br /&gt;from India, are attending special training sessions in New&lt;br /&gt;York City, led by language specialist Dave Ramsey, who goes&lt;br /&gt;by a simpler name for his Indian clients: Devendra&lt;br /&gt;Ramaswaminathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this warm afternoon, the professor is teaching three&lt;br /&gt;ambitious students how to communicate with Indian customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "Okay, Gary, Randy and Jane, first we need to&lt;br /&gt;give you Indian names. Gary, from now on, you'll be known to&lt;br /&gt;your customers as Gaurav. Randy, you'll be Ranjit. And Jane,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be Jagadamba. Now imagine yo! u just  received a call&lt;br /&gt;from Delhi. What do you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: "Name as tea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "I think you mean 'namaste.' Very good. But what&lt;br /&gt;do you say after that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: "How can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "You're on the right track. Anyone else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: "How can I be helping you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "Good try! You're using the correct tense, but&lt;br /&gt;it's not quite right. Anyone else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: "How I can be helping you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "Wonderful! Word order is very important. Okay,&lt;br /&gt;let's try some small talk. Give me a comment that would help&lt;br /&gt;you make a connection with your Indian customers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: "It's really hot, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "The heat is always a good topic, but you haven't&lt;br /&gt;phrased it correctly. Try again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: "It's deadly hot, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "That's better. But your tag question can be&lt;br /&gt;greatly improved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: "It's deadly hot, no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "Wonderful! You can ! put 'no?'  at the end of&lt;br /&gt;almost any statement. You are understanding me, no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: "Yes, we are understanding you, no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor (smiles): "We may need to review this later. But&lt;br /&gt;let's move on to other things. Have you ever heard Indians&lt;br /&gt;use the word 'yaar'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: "Yes, my Indian friends use it all the time. Just&lt;br /&gt;last night, one of them said to me, 'Randy, give me yaar&lt;br /&gt;password. I am needing it to fix yaar computer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor (laughs): "That's a different 'yaar,' yaar. The&lt;br /&gt;'yaar' that I'm talking about means friend or buddy. You can&lt;br /&gt;use it if you've developed a camaraderie with a customer.&lt;br /&gt;For example, you can say, 'Come on, yaar. I am offering you&lt;br /&gt;the best deal.' Do you understand, Jagadamba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: "Yaar, I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor (smiles): "Okay, let's talk about accents. If your&lt;br /&gt;client says 'I yam wery vorried about vat I bought for my&lt;br /&gt;vife,' how would you respond?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy: "Please don't be vorrying, yaar.!  She vill  be wery&lt;br /&gt;happy and vill give you a vild time tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "Vunderful! I mean, wonderful. You have a bright&lt;br /&gt;future, Ranjit. And so do you, Jagadamba. But Gaurav, you&lt;br /&gt;haven't said anything in a while. Do you have any questions&lt;br /&gt;about what we've just learned?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: "Yes, Professor, I do have one question: Wouldn't it&lt;br /&gt;be simpler to learn to speak Hindi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melvin Durai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-113096731589529388?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/113096731589529388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=113096731589529388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113096731589529388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113096731589529388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2005/11/indian-english-it-vill-be-wery-helpful.html' title='INDIAN ENGLISH: IT VILL BE WERY HELPFUL, YAAR!'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-113071676445815025</id><published>2005-10-30T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:59:24.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin, the Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Calvin: I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hobbes: What's misunderstood about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Calvin: Nobody thinks I'm a genius.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-113071676445815025?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/113071676445815025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=113071676445815025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113071676445815025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113071676445815025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2005/10/calvin-genius_30.html' title='Calvin, the Genius'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-113052414860462218</id><published>2005-10-28T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:29:08.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All love can be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will watch you in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Show you love will see you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When the bad dreams wake you crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'll show you all love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will watch through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Give you dreams where no one will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will watch through the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Till the morning comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For the lights will take you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Through the night to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All love, showing us all love can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will guard you with my bright wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Stay till your heart learns to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All love can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-113052414860462218?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/113052414860462218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=113052414860462218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113052414860462218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113052414860462218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-love-can-be_113052414860462218.html' title='All love can be'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-113052131734071884</id><published>2005-10-28T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T12:41:57.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them. -- John Updike &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-113052131734071884?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/113052131734071884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=113052131734071884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113052131734071884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113052131734071884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2005/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-113019204249685093</id><published>2005-10-24T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:14:02.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amoeba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;                                &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt; hello amoeba I wish you were my pet&lt;br /&gt;but you're not really big enough to be seen by the vet&lt;br /&gt;are you?&lt;br /&gt;you're a little blob of jelly&lt;br /&gt;you've got no skin and bone&lt;br /&gt;you're not a boy you're not a girl&lt;br /&gt;and you're not on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get in touch with you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot pull your leg&lt;br /&gt;you look a bit like a fried egg&lt;br /&gt;you're a long way down the ladder&lt;br /&gt;that evolution trod&lt;br /&gt;but you can eat with your feet&lt;br /&gt;or to be more discreet&lt;br /&gt;obtain food with your pseudopod&lt;br /&gt;and you don't have to have a partner&lt;br /&gt;to start a family&lt;br /&gt;you can multiply by dividing&lt;br /&gt;tra-la-la-la-lee&lt;br /&gt;you don't get up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;because you never go to bed&lt;br /&gt;you've not got any genitalia&lt;br /&gt;but you've got other bits instead&lt;br /&gt;I saw you down the microscope&lt;br /&gt;when I was just a lad&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum about you&lt;br /&gt;and then I told my dog&lt;br /&gt;you're not heterosexual bisexual&lt;br /&gt;transvestite transsexual&lt;br /&gt;lesbian or gay&lt;br /&gt;but you seem to do okay&lt;br /&gt;it isn't rude to be an amoeba&lt;br /&gt;in the nude&lt;br /&gt;is it eh?&lt;br /&gt;you're not so simple&lt;br /&gt;you little protoplasmic pimple       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;John Hegley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-113019204249685093?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/113019204249685093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=113019204249685093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113019204249685093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113019204249685093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2005/10/amoeba.html' title='Amoeba...'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18214636.post-113012013569183618</id><published>2005-10-23T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:15:35.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Debutante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My first time here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18214636-113012013569183618?l=kanantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/feeds/113012013569183618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18214636&amp;postID=113012013569183618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113012013569183618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18214636/posts/default/113012013569183618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanantha.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-debutante.html' title='Me Debutante...'/><author><name>Anantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12209307011911893843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
