<?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-26728663</id><updated>2011-11-23T06:07:16.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anon the great</title><subtitle type='html'>sucking upto someone totally unknown</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-8524898660896215798</id><published>2011-11-01T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:05:22.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels and Jeannies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write something but what&lt;br /&gt;Something I had dreamt about but forgot&lt;br /&gt;I know ! I should write about you,&lt;br /&gt;You whose sweet smile was seen by so few&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you, all the time&lt;br /&gt;all the time, Yes I'm !&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it should rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;But if the poem lost it's meaning it would be such a huge crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, then. That wasn't so hard, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Poet is not a jeannie, who on a double eyed blink,&lt;br /&gt;Creates something, so obscure !&lt;br /&gt;Just look up the thesaurus, and conjure !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26728663-8524898660896215798?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/8524898660896215798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=8524898660896215798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/8524898660896215798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/8524898660896215798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2011/11/angels-and-jeannies.html' title='Angels and Jeannies'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-2943983236427369025</id><published>2011-10-15T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:30:30.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return but to a different place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am back - my last post was on April 13, 2010, more than an year ago. &amp;nbsp;A lot has changed in one year and I am here in US reading about my adventures back in chennai. It was fun, hanging out with Mom, although the Job sucked. Now that I have started my PhD, life is challenging once again(in a good way) but I miss her bad :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun to understand the advantages of blogging - first it's a terrific stress buster and two it's like a time capsule you could come back and read later, how lame you were back, well, now. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to anusha for reviving my "enthu" in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I will follow this boring post by more interesting ones. Thanks for reading !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-2943983236427369025?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/2943983236427369025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=2943983236427369025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/2943983236427369025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/2943983236427369025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2011/10/return-but-to-different-place.html' title='Return but to a different place.'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-6406432832033480762</id><published>2010-04-13T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:39:21.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tamil New Year</title><content type='html'>Going through this blog, I realized that I write less lamer posts when I let my pen flow on its own, figuratively. So I promise to let the pen flow. I also promise, to write at least one post a week, to who ever cares to read.  &lt;div&gt;I am not sure if it is something I wear, or something I do, but some days I just feel &lt;i&gt;every &lt;/i&gt;girl just gawks at me. I, in turn, enjoy watching girls. Not in a perverted way of-course (Note to self: Do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; let the pen flow too much). I am just &lt;i&gt;subtly&lt;/i&gt; interested in girls. Thank you for reading that and not judging. No, this is not an ad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Suresh Raina destroys whatever was left of KKR, Tamil Nadu celebrates New Year day tomorrow (actually just 2 mins away, as I write this). I am very thankful to this day, as I get a dearly wanted holiday. "So much to do" I keep telling mom, who has taken a ferocious interest in playing &lt;i&gt;the Business Man&lt;/i&gt;(/Woman, cannot believe the lack of vision of the person who named this game) and wants me to play in every little time window available. And yet here I am blogging, as she dozed off silently. God bless her :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its boiling hot here in Chennai and the voltage is fluctuating in Perungudi. Anyway 15 more days to go. Happy New Year Chennai. Happy holiday to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-6406432832033480762?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/6406432832033480762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=6406432832033480762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/6406432832033480762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/6406432832033480762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2010/04/tamil-new-year.html' title='The Tamil New Year'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-5476988886083678684</id><published>2010-02-28T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:48:19.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lady on the bus</title><content type='html'>She came in like an angel who lost her wings,&lt;div&gt;I looked at her feet, those bore wedding rings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked tired, beautifully though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stood for a while and then moved on real slow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asked me to pass the ticket, with faintest of smiles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because  the conductor was away  by miles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not stop staring at her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People passing by were merely a blur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lady was strange, full of mystery,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried a theory to build up her story,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad marriage, that explained all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be she was tall and her husband small,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the bus stopped with an irking sound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her husband held her down, as she jumped like a buck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood there wondering, what the fuck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/26728663-5476988886083678684?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/5476988886083678684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=5476988886083678684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/5476988886083678684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/5476988886083678684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-lady-on-bus.html' title='My lady on the bus'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-7979266346951600995</id><published>2009-02-26T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:14:47.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind</title><content type='html'>Mind. A marvelous object. It shoots a thought a millisecond. Most of them don't make sense though. Directing them is where the real challenge lies. We all think without stopping. May be not even in sleep. But great thinkers are those who have learned the art of concentrating their thoughts on one thing.  Once you have succeeded in doing that, the rest is relatively easy. It is in fact harder to come out that state of concentration. Take John Nash for instance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-7979266346951600995?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7979266346951600995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=7979266346951600995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/7979266346951600995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/7979266346951600995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2009/02/mind.html' title='The Mind'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-3078503574057363245</id><published>2009-02-01T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:37:57.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And on the 5th day the fans started rotating, but with jerks</title><content type='html'>Creativity is purely accidental and  greatest creators of this planet are the luckiest sons of guns to frolic on it. Let us assume this is true and have a peace of mind. There are all kinds of creators . Some create shit and some can not. Shit generally happens, it is not created, not intentionally at least. To imagine every one can, but only few come with brilliant ideas. Reason. Random sampling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us imagine, as we can, the  flux of ideas flowing across space and time. Now imagine us to be rather static entities performing the process of 'ideating'.  Now the so called great ideas must be, by definition, rare. These obviously occur at a certain space and time point to a certain lucky creator. I repeat, creation is arbitrary, take the shit you are reading for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people get offended when another says 'the creation' was by accident. I hope to have calmed at-least a few. God is, by my argumentation,  is the biggest fluke buster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-3078503574057363245?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/3078503574057363245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=3078503574057363245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/3078503574057363245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/3078503574057363245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-on-5th-day-fans-started-rotating.html' title='And on the 5th day the fans started rotating, but with jerks'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-339907560628599056</id><published>2009-01-24T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:43:23.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello someone up there?</title><content type='html'>I have had weak moments  when I prided myself as an atheist. They promptly stopped occurring  after dasavatharam was released and  I came to know kamal was one too. His illustration of butterfly effect by   the movie blew my mind, literally. It took weeks to stop banging my head against dear old iit wall, and months  for the impatient cleaners there, to clean the thick red stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the point is, I chose to be agnostic later. One of my friends was impressed by Richard Dawkins reason why he could not believe in God. He said ' If I say there is a  tea pot in between Uranus and Neptune would you believe it. '  We had a discussion, not much of an argument, because we both agreed it was a nice explanation. At the end though I made a statement or a mere wonderment. 'Though we don't believe in something, unless the existence is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proven, &lt;/span&gt;We may still talk of I probability of its existence.  In that case I would say God's existence is bit more probably than the existence of the tea pot.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story, I thought but this idiot posted it on a Atheist forum. Our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rational &lt;/span&gt;brothers had a lot to say including 'Your friend's ignorance is excusable if he is wiling to learn'. Oh, I would love to learn from  this guy. He would let me see the ultimate truth which is so sure he deduced. Or seen in some movie, who cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-339907560628599056?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/339907560628599056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=339907560628599056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/339907560628599056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/339907560628599056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-his-name-anon.html' title='Hello someone up there?'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-4090730364507098792</id><published>2009-01-09T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:32:06.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Who</title><content type='html'>I had dream, a fantastic one,  what else can i say,&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting right beside him, much like our Homer J,&lt;br /&gt;Asked him what his problem was,&lt;br /&gt;Why give one the samosa and other  the sauce,&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled first and then sat, bemused,&lt;br /&gt;A little later he seemed thoroughly confused,&lt;br /&gt;But then he spoke ,"There is paucity, you see"&lt;br /&gt;"To top it off I have to supply it all for free!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-4090730364507098792?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/4090730364507098792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=4090730364507098792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/4090730364507098792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/4090730364507098792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2009/01/who.html' title='The Who'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-5975687465201314439</id><published>2009-01-09T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:05:00.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$##</title><content type='html'>So, No one in sight to water the seed,&lt;br /&gt;I will step up in such need,&lt;br /&gt;Will put in my might and, Fight!&lt;br /&gt;'Cos such a disgrace is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, No one to read my plight,&lt;br /&gt;I still write the right,&lt;br /&gt;That their pocket is too tight,&lt;br /&gt;And will not open, No not even slight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-5975687465201314439?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/5975687465201314439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=5975687465201314439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/5975687465201314439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/5975687465201314439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='$$##'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-3554842926949622771</id><published>2008-07-04T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:29:37.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD</title><content type='html'>Many possible contradictions, many flying arguments&lt;br /&gt;Opposing conventions, hurting sentiments,&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the possibility of his existence for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Amazing feeling it was, the feeling that made me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-3554842926949622771?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/3554842926949622771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=3554842926949622771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/3554842926949622771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/3554842926949622771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2008/07/god.html' title='GOD'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-981898441562158081</id><published>2008-02-15T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:15:26.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on smoking</title><content type='html'>Suck on it till your reason fails,&lt;br /&gt;But burn your life somewhere else,&lt;br /&gt;Kill yourself and go to hell, for all I care,&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, count your score,&lt;br /&gt;But fucking stop smoking outside my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong, you think,&lt;br /&gt;But all I care is  the fucking stink,&lt;br /&gt;I stare at you without a blink,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how low you could sink,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if your life is all gloom,&lt;br /&gt;Fucking stop smoking outside my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It is estimated that one million people on average die every year due to passive smoking in India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-981898441562158081?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/981898441562158081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=981898441562158081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/981898441562158081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/981898441562158081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-smoking.html' title='on smoking'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-2136267757857819391</id><published>2008-01-27T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:17:14.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Love and Arguments!!</title><content type='html'>Betrand Russels says the one indication of non-rational  argument is anger. The opponent really annoys you when he shakes the very base of your argument!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing through this community where members hated Sachin Tendulkar , I found some guy fighting for him. He gave some statistics and said it's not that bad. One of the members replied " We lost the World cup Sachin played. We won the one which he did not!! What does that tell you?" I wonder, after reading this if the former gets angry, whether it refutes the Betrand argument !! On a completely Orthogonal note Sachin was awarded Padma Vibhushan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become customary for the "Put Psued" movies (ref. NEXT(film)) to start with the  phrase "The thing about .. ". Following the tradition, The Thing about hate/love is Hate travels faster than love. Nature seems to have hardwired a default emotional value as 'hate'.  It has become  a rather important lesson  for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to arguments, the most  interesting one is "god and religion". I had this super cool argument with a couple of people. But the discussion is beyond the scope of this post, it is too large already. Wait until Next week. Ta!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-2136267757857819391?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/2136267757857819391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=2136267757857819391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/2136267757857819391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/2136267757857819391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2008/01/hate-love-and-arguments.html' title='Hate Love and Arguments!!'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-7295490301504129025</id><published>2007-10-06T03:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T04:00:57.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>Early in the day, I was too scared to lay,&lt;br /&gt;my  hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;I searched for something, which explained everything,&lt;br /&gt;something that fit.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes wide open, and lit.&lt;br /&gt;The pattern, the beauty, the marvel, the wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I let my soul out, made a complete surrender.&lt;br /&gt;And then i searched for it, until my eyes began to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Full of emotion, but no idea, no lead.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my hair, in aggression.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the pattern which followed in succession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-7295490301504129025?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/7295490301504129025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=7295490301504129025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/7295490301504129025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/7295490301504129025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2007/10/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-116001636815786813</id><published>2006-10-04T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:49:14.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr.House and others</title><content type='html'>If any of you have not yet seen this remarkable serial,Dr.House, Well, "GO! GO! GO!" .Its awesome, not an epsilon lesser. The characterisation of House is really superb. Problem Solving in medicine. Cool!! I never knew these did any other thing but mugging up "Disease - Medicine" list. I already got two of my friends adicted. Getting adicted is afterall human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence you might say, I saw 3 guys dropping their cell phones early this morning but i see a purpose. God's way of saying their time is out and we should start looking for something "cool"er. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are getting pained the moment I start talking about math, but as house would put it, problem is not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a majar break through in life today. I had my breakfast for the first time this semester. I did not sleep yet and might fall as soon as I finish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading this amazing book by fogel which is basically on problem solving. It had some good ones. Try this "Solve in Natural Numbers for a,b,c,d given ab = 2(c+d) and cd = 2(a+b)". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i was wondering what the guy who phrased "When Going Gets Tough, only Tough Gets going" had in mind. Did he use it to scare guys who are not tough, so they would not try, in anycase they would fail Or to tell tough guys they need not try,in anycase they will succeed.I mean toughness is not a static quality. Even Guys who are not tough may become tough when they face those cirsumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! I know he meant unless you are tough u wont succeed and so it gives a good reason for why I should go crash. Good Morning!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-116001636815786813?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/116001636815786813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=116001636815786813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/116001636815786813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/116001636815786813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/10/drhouse-and-others.html' title='Dr.House and others'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-115877097069508351</id><published>2006-09-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T03:45:01.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Wave</title><content type='html'>So the problem statement is this:&lt;br /&gt;"Prove that the area of a quadrilateral with sides,in cyclic order, are a, b , c ,d. (here a and c are opposite to each other, please note), is less than 1/2(a*c + b*d)"&lt;br /&gt;You might want to try it before reading ahead. This was a problem in an old Balkan national olympiad and i wondered how the hell  they gave such a simple problem in a national olympiad. Then I noticed that it was not 1/2(a*b + c*d) but 1/2(a*c+b*d). Even then it appeared very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made a construction assuming, W.L.G, that b&gt;=c, where I cut a length 'c' on  side BC, call the point E. Then I extended CD(intially of length 'c') to F so that CF = 'b'. Now I drew the fig in such a way that A, E, F were collinear, and hence I went onto the wrong track and joining the line AEF. Two triangle are formed whose sum of area is more than the area of quadrilateral and less than 1/2(a*c+b*d). Thus proved I thought until I gave the question to a friend. Then I found out my mistake. I was totally depressed. I kept majaar fight to try and get it in some way or other. But every construction failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a startling thing happened and I rotated the triangle ABC in the space in such a way that A and C exchange their positions. Clearly the new quadrilateral formed has same area as the older one and trivially its area was less than 1/2(a*c + b*d).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus proved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-115877097069508351?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/115877097069508351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=115877097069508351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115877097069508351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115877097069508351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/09/brain-wave.html' title='Brain Wave'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-115653249378179201</id><published>2006-08-25T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:03:36.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Disturb</title><content type='html'>Rude however it seems, I am busy;&lt;br /&gt;Sad however it seems, I am depressed;&lt;br /&gt;Mad however it seems, I don't want to talk abt it;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictory however it appears, what I said makes sense;&lt;br /&gt;Voluntary however it appears, I did not mean to make it tense;&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionary however it appears, Nothing I said is new;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid however you are, I would have thought you knew,&lt;br /&gt;only better, however positive you seem, that I asked you go dwell, in hell;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-115653249378179201?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/115653249378179201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=115653249378179201' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115653249378179201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115653249378179201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-not-disturb.html' title='Do Not Disturb'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-115531224489707803</id><published>2006-08-11T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:12:28.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey visit my New Blog. Given in the links column.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-115531224489707803?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/115531224489707803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=115531224489707803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115531224489707803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115531224489707803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-blog.html' title='A New Blog'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-115307823506157060</id><published>2006-07-16T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T07:25:09.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vengeance is not that sweet</title><content type='html'>At about 11 pm I started downloading some movie. I fancied myself a cup of tea and a walk till the GC. So I went. When I reached the circle, I made one pradakshina of it and as i was returning I saw some thing. I went closer and saw a baby snake. I  tried to shoo it but it did not move. I tossed it over with my leg. It still did not move. Figuring it was dead, I smirked and moved on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fifteen minute walk to my hostel and as I set off, my thoughts drifted onto its mother. I heard snakes never forget their revenge and stuff. So how would its mother know who killed its baby. May be it would get some information about the culprit by sniffing the human smell on the baby's body and then following the smell of his footsteps, get him. I wished I had not touch the baby snake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and damp near  my hostel and I was really scared now. As i neared it, I started to run and made it in a good time. It was good to be in light again and then slowly i started to my room. I reached my room and opened the lock. Guess what I saw??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The download had completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-115307823506157060?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/115307823506157060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=115307823506157060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115307823506157060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115307823506157060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/07/vengeance-is-not-that-sweet.html' title='Vengeance is not that sweet'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-115263345752018633</id><published>2006-07-11T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T09:09:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making and breaking</title><content type='html'>If u have not heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/5169332.stm"&gt;breaking the world&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/shared/spl/hi/picture_gallery/06/africa_ethiopia_shoe_shine_girl/html/1.stm"&gt;making it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-115263345752018633?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/115263345752018633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=115263345752018633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115263345752018633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115263345752018633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/07/making-and-breaking.html' title='Making and breaking'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-115245957592110196</id><published>2006-07-09T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T08:39:36.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the diary of a dying man</title><content type='html'>I could vaguely hear people around me. A few seconds later I heard a deafening roar. I could see them, faces screwed up real bad but could not hear anything but this almighty roar. I could feel my feet freezing as if something was being sucked out of them, slowly. And it did not stop there. I had a strange feeling it, whatever it was, was slowly and painfully moving up. I wanted to shout out something but I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the images around me started to fade out. I was terrified. It was as if some one was forcefully closing my eyes and I was sure if I did close them, I would never be able to open them again. The freezing sensation reached my neck and the pain was beyond all pains i ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, as suddenly as it had come, the sound died away. The freezing sensation had reached my eyes and passed beyond it. There was complete darkness  and then a sudden blast of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what I saw was unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-115245957592110196?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/115245957592110196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=115245957592110196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115245957592110196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115245957592110196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/07/from-diary-of-dying-man.html' title='From the diary of a dying man'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-115235806902232345</id><published>2006-07-08T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:44:13.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macht ich liebe sie</title><content type='html'>Strolling through thick woods, I found some thing&lt;br /&gt;delighted I was, my heart began to sing,&lt;br /&gt;Something long forgotten, lay infront of me&lt;br /&gt;I came that way many a times, may be my eyes had refused to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stood there, waiting for someone to approve&lt;br /&gt;Not sure whether or not I was smart in making a move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted aloud, what was to be done,&lt;br /&gt;Stupid i felt, realising there was none,&lt;br /&gt;To help me, there was only one,&lt;br /&gt;I must listen to my heart, if the battle is to be won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-115235806902232345?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/115235806902232345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=115235806902232345' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115235806902232345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115235806902232345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/07/macht-ich-liebe-sie.html' title='Macht ich liebe sie'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-115194815896173811</id><published>2006-07-03T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:46:22.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Life funny</title><content type='html'>Did you ever laugh till there is a little pain in your ass. I meant literal pain. Yeah, It's like some one is holding those two things apart and won't let go. Well if you haven't, this post is for you. If at the end of this post you can't even smile, then you definitely don't have any rights to be alive. No kidding, well, you will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 12 some sadhu came to our old house. All my kaku's reverently sat around him and paid attention while he sat there predicting our future with an eye brow raised. He predicted mine, that I would have two wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not even legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the sadhu did not know that anyway. He said he was predicting only important events in my life and apparently me getting into iit was of lesser importance compared to me marrying twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry on that old bastard that when he said i would die at age 56, I felt like killing myself, just to prove him wrong. Well my mom managed to console me saying she would never let me marry twice even if my first wife died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a kid back then and assumed which ever i felt convinient. For what I now know, he might be right. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this post was to demonstrate what a trick paragraph is. ..&lt;br /&gt;"The para which makes you read a page" hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-115194815896173811?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/115194815896173811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=115194815896173811' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115194815896173811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115194815896173811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-life-funny.html' title='Is Life funny'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-115185897092989599</id><published>2006-07-02T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:59:43.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Shameless fellow,</title><content type='html'>sure and certain was his smile,&lt;br /&gt;givenup, I stared for a long while,&lt;br /&gt;wondering what he thinks of me,&lt;br /&gt;thinking whether it is a he or she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thats the best i could do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing nothing but a hankerchief, he walked across the field, using a stick for a brush, chewing it like a donkey without its regular meal. No kid grows up with a dream to become a shameless fellow. Well,almost no kid. Would u ever know some one who would grow up into a shameless guy? (Don't answer that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously couldn't write better nor could i dug up any old post, so hope u  would understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-115185897092989599?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/115185897092989599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=115185897092989599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115185897092989599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115185897092989599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-shameless-fellow.html' title='Dear Shameless fellow,'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-115185389352158015</id><published>2006-07-02T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T08:24:58.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u dare or atleast care</title><content type='html'>Fore Note and warning:&lt;br /&gt;This post is written by an insane man who is bored in his life and has made a resolution to make people lose interest in life.(seriously no pun intended, I am really bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see and I think I see what I think I see and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe ..good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the world around me or do i think i see it. I definitely see the world. Come on how else can I think I see the world if i can't say that.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, u understand what i say or u think u understand. Come on, u definitely  understand. If u don't understand then u don't think u understand, that a contradiction to the above statement, so u do understand but u don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok leave those, things beyond you.Answer this. Howzz life???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A christian: I have no idea if god exists or not, but yes he has a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindu: God doesn't exist. Gods do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: ********** I love my life too dearly to comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats a patented joke... ofcourse my own. So this is what happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 23 2003(BC) : God started the creation.&lt;br /&gt;Oct 30 2003(BC): behold! done.&lt;br /&gt;And then there was light.. God liked to keep light dim. One commonality between god and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He set earth at the centre of the universe, fixed all stars and spun the nearer bodies around it , sun included. Now Bodies had a tendency to slow down with time but these bodies were spun by god himself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand atheists. How else did this universe get created and more importantly why did a week have 7 days, if it was not for god and his 7 day miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider the word "Leonardo da vinci" . An obvious permutation is "Oleodnar in vadci". It is not that it makes any sense but it is the wonderful fact that a small permutation of words(note again that each word in the latter have same numbers of letters as the respective words of the former ... viceversa ofcourse) make history's greatest name meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all great starts have a great end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-115185389352158015?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/115185389352158015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=115185389352158015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115185389352158015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/115185389352158015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-u-dare-or-atleast-care.html' title='Do u dare or atleast care'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-114588740463037460</id><published>2006-04-24T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T10:15:17.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The man was a mess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wore a half-tucked full hands shirt, one hand folded up the sleeve, carelessly and the other left free. His face was rough , not shaven. His eyes were red and he looked tired.But he looked perfectly calm and alert. He was breathing a bit hard. His hair were untidy. He wore a smart expression as he watched the sun set near the clear lake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took a stone threw it at him . It hit his face and his face erupted into ripples. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-114588740463037460?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/114588740463037460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=114588740463037460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/114588740463037460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/114588740463037460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/04/one.html' title='the one'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-114585757659017897</id><published>2006-04-23T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:46:16.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@!#%^&amp;*()</title><content type='html'>why do u write when no ones gonna read? Good Question. No answer. Just like to write something. But you are a gib writer. More of a reason, friend. Such a waste of time. " "!!. So what are u writing now. Iam writing NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-114585757659017897?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/114585757659017897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=114585757659017897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/114585757659017897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/114585757659017897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='@!#%^&amp;*()'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-114579339519783043</id><published>2006-04-23T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T04:56:35.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one fine night</title><content type='html'>Through the open windows a cold breeze rushed into the room on a wet night.Terrible sounds struck his ears and with a shiver traversed  through his body like an electric surge. He was desperately praying for the morning to come. But it won't come, it never did, until it was time. It was night, a time ripe for evil things. He knew that if he acted asleep he would be safe. He was invited several times, he declined them giving all possible reasons. He knew what they would do if he accepted. But he also knew, soon it would be time when his excuses would give up on him.&lt;br /&gt;It was that awful night, when he could not sleep, he walked into the living room. He never dared to return again.&lt;br /&gt;And this is another such night. They were not humans. They were entertained when blood spilled out of a man's heart. They enjoyed seeing blood sucked from  the man's neck.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted it to end, he could not stand it, though it was a matter of half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;And finally it came, the program's title song played again and the beginning of end began. And he could hear his mother coming in for checking on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-114579339519783043?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/114579339519783043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=114579339519783043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/114579339519783043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/114579339519783043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-fine-night.html' title='one fine night'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26728663.post-114571392388890917</id><published>2006-04-22T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T06:53:14.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deers and dogs</title><content type='html'>Hi, iam back though i was never really gone. If you have never been to iit you have missed one of the best things available here.Deers! Oh i love these guys. One of the main reasons iam at iitm, is i saw these awesome(spell it awwwwwwwe some) creatures on my first visit here. I mean i might have choosen other iit's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i guess you can imagine my feelings when i saw a dog biting into its neck. Thats really the first time i heard a deer making sounds. To top it all it was a baby deer and an ugly dog. I did not care to think about survival of fittest and shit. I grabbed a stone and hurled it towards the dog. Though it did not hit it, it shooed it away. I saved the baby and was extremely satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as roll back of scene, that hour i had Operations Research class which i bunked. What would have happened if i did attend it. And people say it is bad to bunk classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are talking about deers and dogs, let me narrate another scene i encountered. But now the deer is big and is the hero, in the sense it saved itself and now from a pack of dogs. Really, it was like watching discovery channel. We have a wired fencing around our volley court. The wiring stands tall but a bit of it hung low one a side. The court had only one entrance.&lt;br /&gt;Now the deer was grazing inside the court and a pack of dogs entered. Few of them covered the entrance and two of them advanced towards the deer. They chased it inside the court.The deer tried to get over the fence several times on several sides but did not succeed. The dogs had almost got it when she found the weak spot of the fence and got over it. The dogs chased it even outside, but they did not stand a chance with a deer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26728663-114571392388890917?l=nonameoo1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/feeds/114571392388890917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26728663&amp;postID=114571392388890917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/114571392388890917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26728663/posts/default/114571392388890917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonameoo1.blogspot.com/2006/04/deers-and-dogs.html' title='deers and dogs'/><author><name>Kanthi Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10484296932970528452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://schmilblickblog.canalblog.com/images/aigle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
