<?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-8410422261896414248</id><updated>2011-09-26T12:48:54.354-07:00</updated><category term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Welcome To My Blog !!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410422261896414248.post-8246732116516688293</id><published>2011-06-25T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:50:25.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Fear of death !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever experienced the fear of death? Some of you may have and some may not. I had an experience like that two days back. I was coming from my university to home and it is normally a two hour journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was traveling by bus. The road was full of traffic and it took more than 2 hours just to reach 2/3 of the distance to my house. It was apparent that the bus driver was in a hurry. Bus reached a railway crossing and the driver didn't had the patience to wait until the other side of the road getting roomed. The brainless driver just drove the bus into the railway. Other side of the road was jammed at that moment. And we could here the sound of the alarms of a train arrival.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bus was fully crowded and there was no way I could get out of the bus. Few seconds later we could see the train through the windows and the bus was right on the way of the train. I could tell you that all the passengers felt the fear of death. Even the people outside by the road sides were looking at us and seeing their faces, made my fear multiply. For a moment I thought "This is the end ". Even my hands were shaking. Some screamed and some were blaming the driver even at that very moment with a trembling voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However luckily for us, some vehicles could move forward and it gave the driver the opportunity to move the bus from the railway just few seconds before meeting with an accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing I appreciate about the driver is, he clearly had the opportunity to run away and save his life. But instead he took the responsibility and did a great job by keeping his head up and gave his best to avoid the accident. Anyway after the incident, people blamed him a lot and yes he deserved that. I was really happy and I cannot not believe that I am still alive More than that, it was like an incident which happens only in movies. I guess now I know the meaning of "Fear of death".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-8246732116516688293?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8246732116516688293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/06/fear-of-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/8246732116516688293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/8246732116516688293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/06/fear-of-death.html' title='Fear of death !!!'/><author><name>Me</name><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-8410422261896414248.post-5392092401378619927</id><published>2011-06-06T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:28:51.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Hostel alone !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello there again !!! Yeah it's me writing to you after nearly about 10 days. Still no signs of an end of "wise, educated, intellectual" lectures' strike. I don't care about it much anymore. Anyway the latest news is that, the non-academic staff is also warning the government on commencing another strike which is not a surprise for any of us by any means, since they are well reputed for that kind of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what? when there is a bad side to something, almost all the time you will find some kind of a positive side of it. For me,&amp;nbsp; I have more free time to do something of my own. So I started my freelancing career in the meantime with another friend of mine.So that's all I wanted to say. But the post seems pretty short. Doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't necessarily read the paragragh below since they are going to be useless for you but I am writing for my own satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm writing all the things that come to my mind quite freely at this moment, without thinking too much. I left my home 2 hours before and came to the hostel room. No one's in the room. No place to go since all most all the rooms are locked at this very moment and I am like a prisoner in my own room. But feel&amp;nbsp; really free since no one's here to bother me. It's 6.40 in the evening and getting quite dark but I don't want to switch on the lights, since this feels nice and very peaceful at the moment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This probably is the best time to watch "Limitless". You should watch this movie if you get some free time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-5392092401378619927?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5392092401378619927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/06/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/5392092401378619927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/5392092401378619927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/06/home-alone.html' title='Hostel alone !!!'/><author><name>Me</name><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-8410422261896414248.post-4755593507437416012</id><published>2011-05-29T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:18:46.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Lucky me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seems like I have no intention to get some sleep today. Soo what should I do? write a beautiful poem or something ? Oh no not again. You remember that crappy post sleepy me wrote with the "poem" right? Anyway I guess that would be the last "poem" for quite some time. Oh I guess now I got something to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in my second year at the university when this happened and was doing my practicals in the level two lab and to be honest I wasn't doing anything but my colleagues. We had to submit the assignment after the practical. Oh I should have mentioned you this earlier. There was this female instructor who is 3 years older to me came to supervise us. Now she is in Denmark and I if wish she is still in our department. However the thing is I did not submit the assignment. She was coming to each of us to evaluate our work. But I didn't have anything to show her. She just came to me and asked me why I didn't do a thing in this practical. I had no reasonable excuse to tell her and that was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How ever after some time the day which determined who is eligible/not eligible to sit for the final exam approached. I should mention you that the lecturer who was in charge of the subject was very strict and did not allow anyone who missed a single assignment. So as usual some of my colleagues were not allowed to do the exam for that subject. So I was really surprised that I could sit for the exam. However later I found out that my female supervisor had given me some marks even though I didn't do a thing. But the strange thing is that she hadn't given marks to all of my colleagues&amp;nbsp; who didn't submit the assignment except for me. I still do not who why she did that and I am grateful to her that I could get an A for that subject. Anyway the thing is that she treated me in a different way compared to others and I could feel that she liked me a lot. I am not saying that it's fair for others. However from my point of view I really thank her a lot and grateful for what she did for me. Or otherwise I could have been reading for the same subject in the following year, just because I didn't&amp;nbsp; do one assignment. By the time I got to know that, she was in Denmark and still is (reading for her Phd).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However I missed another assignment in the final year on a subject of the same lecturer. The reason was I had to attend for my grand father's funeral. By the way, the lecturer was a former officer who worked for the army, in the intelligence department. So he was very strict. And to tell you, it's not only me who missed the assignment but also some others. Anyway this time he gave everyone a free&amp;nbsp; pass to sit for the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-4755593507437416012?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4755593507437416012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/okay-you-suggest-what-should-be-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/4755593507437416012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/4755593507437416012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/okay-you-suggest-what-should-be-title.html' title='Lucky me'/><author><name>Me</name><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-8410422261896414248.post-1749796754445648164</id><published>2011-05-25T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:13:50.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Annoying few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have not written any post criticizing some one or some group of people in this entire blog so far. How ever with the things happening these days, I decide to write one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been studying as an undergraduate for 4 years and 2 months. According to the schedule I should be graduating by now. But still 5 months left to complete my first degree. This is really annoying and the reason for this so far has been student fights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMtAuO5xYdU/TeMLVO46fGI/AAAAAAAAACs/4CRBjxYQRcI/s1600/sadgrad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMtAuO5xYdU/TeMLVO46fGI/AAAAAAAAACs/4CRBjxYQRcI/s1600/sadgrad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway the latest news is that lecturers are on a strike. So this also is not doing any good for me and for my batch mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However the thing is these lecturers work only about 4 or 6 hours per day (sometimes only 2 hours) and they have 3 months of vacation per year. But the government pays them a reasonable salary for the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;whole year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and most of them work as &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;consultants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which gives them the opportunity to earn a lot of money. Add to that, the governments offers them other benefits like covering expenses when they visit foreign countries, free permits for vehicles, pension, health benefits etc... So I believe there is no reason for them to take this action at this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are the most educated and intelligent people this country has and they are the role models to most of the students. They are the people who teach students about ethics and all. So if these people act like this, what can you expect from others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-1749796754445648164?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1749796754445648164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/annoying-few-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/1749796754445648164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/1749796754445648164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/annoying-few-days.html' title='Annoying few days'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMtAuO5xYdU/TeMLVO46fGI/AAAAAAAAACs/4CRBjxYQRcI/s72-c/sadgrad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410422261896414248.post-7211160130031513603</id><published>2011-05-21T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T05:33:51.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>10:02  pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanna sleep but my body doesn't agree with me yet.ooh !! my cloths are dirty and stinky and wanting to be washed. but i dnt care.&amp;nbsp; my books are open and on da bed wanting to be read. but i dnt care. In da midst phone is vibrating n disturbing me wanting to be answered. i dnt care. and my room is a mess n wanting to be cared. but i dnt care.&amp;nbsp; my eye lids r heavy n my body agrees me. O yes I do care!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-7211160130031513603?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7211160130031513603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/958-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/7211160130031513603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/7211160130031513603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/958-pm.html' title='10:02  pm'/><author><name>Me</name><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-8410422261896414248.post-8554424071081644059</id><published>2011-05-20T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T03:35:31.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Final chapter of "THE JOB HUNT"</title><content type='html'>At last, I have found a job that suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really exciting !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could well become a new beginning to my life.&lt;br /&gt;Still five-six months away from graduation and I cannot wait to join the Industry to start my career. And most of all, now I can move forward with my plans (and hopefully dreams too ;) ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-8554424071081644059?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8554424071081644059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/at-last-exhausted-undergraduate-finds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/8554424071081644059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/8554424071081644059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/at-last-exhausted-undergraduate-finds.html' title='Final chapter of &quot;THE JOB HUNT&quot;'/><author><name>Me</name><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-8410422261896414248.post-6130784423026088623</id><published>2011-05-15T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T07:12:25.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>How would you react ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi to all my fellow surfers and this is my third post for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two days back I met some one at the University. He looked concerned and from the moment I saw him I could easily say that he was down mentally and also physically. And he wanted me to listen to his story. Then I found out that his mother is suffering from a fatal illness that cannot be cured. Later I found out that he's been like this for sometime (concerned, sad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However my story is also same as his story. And I must admit that my reaction also was not different to his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just think for a bit. How would you react to something like that? Yeah I know most would say "that's life,things happen etc..". But believe me It's not that simple. It takes some time to get use to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway the whole point of writing this post is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When my mom found that she's suffering from a fatal illness few years back, she just pretended like she's having a normal illness. When I spoke to her she didn't even cry or show me any reaction like that. When I look concerned about her she says "It’s nothing to worry about". I know she may have cried a lot but I can tell you not in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed how she takes all these things and even more amazed how determined she is now more than ever. She hates people who say negative things about her illness. And I believe that there are so many things I can learn from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it's quite remarkable how some people react in a positive manner, when you least expect them to be. But I can definitely tell you that most are not like that. Anyway the thing is it's not what happen to us. It's the way we take them that matters most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: I've been reading this blog lately and I'm quite amazed how this woman manages all these things on her own. If you'd like to read, here's the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cancerspot.org/"&gt;http://cancerspot.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-6130784423026088623?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6130784423026088623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-would-you-react.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/6130784423026088623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/6130784423026088623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-would-you-react.html' title='How would you react ?'/><author><name>Me</name><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-8410422261896414248.post-8910542013999531343</id><published>2011-05-08T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:57:32.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup !! Sooo addicted. You may wonder what it is. This is about a TV series I've been watching lately. I have watched so many TV series's like Dexter, Avatar, Chuck, 24, Vampire Diaries, Prison Break, X-files, Dawson's creak, and many more. And I've never liked any of these as much as I liked this TV series.&amp;nbsp; I know most of you must have watched or at least heard of this TV series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a comedy series which is going on for about six years. It is How I Met Your Mother. And I must tell you that I have watched every bit of it. To tell you, I've watched each every episode at least 2 times. And some seasons three times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nT2LXmcRcNU/TcaH5PwFDlI/AAAAAAAAABk/di5xoulqvT4/s1600/how+i+met+your+mother.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nT2LXmcRcNU/TcaH5PwFDlI/AAAAAAAAABk/di5xoulqvT4/s320/how+i+met+your+mother.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story is mainly about an architect who is trying to find his soul mate. His name is Ted Morsby. A normal, traditional, fun loving person. It's been six season's and still he is in search of his true love (I guess he is kind like me in that sense).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many small&amp;nbsp; funny sub stories that goes around the main story. May be that's one reason I'm loving this drama series. It's a very normal story and no super natural powers, no extraordinary gun fighting killing scenes at all. But still the story is well built and it relates to our day today lives in many ways. And I should mention you that I was able to quit from many of my bad habits after watching this story and I could look at my life in a different angle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funniest of the five is Barny Stinson who is in the leftmost corner of the photo. Second from the left is Robin. Someone who love her career a lot and likes to travel the world. In the middle is Ted Morsby. In search of his soul mate. He is very passionate about anything he does and wants to spend life in a meaning full way. After him in the photo is Lily. In a relationship with Marshal who is in the right to her. She is an honest, kind hearted character. In the right most corner is Marshal Ericsson. A lawyer who is willing to help others even if they do something bad to him, someone who stick to his principals no matter what. Also a very couraged person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 5 friends hangout at their apartment, bar etc... and do various crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Just a normal story. &lt;br /&gt;No supernatural power stuff or nothing flashy about the story. And yet, &lt;br /&gt;There is something you can take from this story to your life.&lt;br /&gt;All and all I think it's a wonderful Drama series everyone should watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-8910542013999531343?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8910542013999531343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/addicted.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/8910542013999531343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/8910542013999531343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nT2LXmcRcNU/TcaH5PwFDlI/AAAAAAAAABk/di5xoulqvT4/s72-c/how+i+met+your+mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410422261896414248.post-6728875160569226056</id><published>2011-05-07T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:56:52.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Job Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;six months away from completing my first degree. And yes like many of my colleagues, I am also looking for a job as early as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there's this company that I would love to join. So why not? I applied to that company also. There were about 70 applicants and the company short listed many of them after an aptitude test. Thankfully I got through it and then I was called for an Interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are yet to be announced.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I didn't do it all that well. &lt;br /&gt;How ever I was still happy after the Interview. And this is why!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interview panel asked me many questions and I can tell you that I could easily lie them&amp;nbsp; But instead doing that, I answered questions honestly even though I knew that these things would cause me loosing the opportunity to work in this company. I don't know why I did it. But that's how It went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYkLTOUSW-8/TcV5490X2SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/P_ttAKtSlNE/s1600/job-interview-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYkLTOUSW-8/TcV5490X2SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/P_ttAKtSlNE/s320/job-interview-.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Interview went for about an hour. And after the interview they told me that I am very different from other applicants&amp;nbsp; From the way they said that I can tell you that they admired me very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not sure weather they will hire me or not and I am not telling you to do the same. I know most of you would call me "an idiot". But it's just that there's this thrilling feeling when you do things honestly and I can assure you that it is wonderful and makes you feel good about yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-6728875160569226056?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6728875160569226056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/job-hunt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/6728875160569226056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/6728875160569226056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/job-hunt.html' title='Job Hunt'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYkLTOUSW-8/TcV5490X2SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/P_ttAKtSlNE/s72-c/job-interview-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410422261896414248.post-3980852626552366788</id><published>2011-04-23T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:56:25.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Love Potion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright folks! you remember what i said about a girl i saw about a month  ago. At the time i published that post, i truly felt that way about  her. And if i now rewind my memory day by day back I realize that i was a  bit silly at that time. If you reread that post you may notice that i  hadn't even talked to that girl and yet I was acting like she was my girl  friend. But after getting to know her, I gradually realized that she  isn't THE ONE for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DfI5ZDu5_I/TcV6RXynx8I/AAAAAAAAABU/0rA53Dal_Bo/s1600/potion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I didn't have this rule : never delete a post, I would  definitely have deleted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay the bottom line is this : You can't judge people from the way they look. But, remember that it's always good to follow your heart in these situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-3980852626552366788?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3980852626552366788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-potion.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/3980852626552366788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/3980852626552366788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-potion.html' title='Love Potion'/><author><name>Me</name><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-8410422261896414248.post-5588917598909335115</id><published>2011-03-17T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:21:16.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>A Lovely girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long time since i last posted something on my blog. So i'm going to update my blog now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something i have in my mind for a while. This is about a girl i saw in the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I usually go to a place called "bus eka"&amp;nbsp; to do my academic work or to spend sometime alone. One day i noticed a beautiful girl hanging out with her friends and talking among them selves + giggling. After sometime i noticed she also visits this place often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now i should admit that visiting this place made me happy and when i'm stressed&amp;nbsp; because of the academic work load and when i see her, i feel very relaxed and sometimes feel like flying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. enough bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;This is what i honestly think about her in short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is not a tall girl at all. She is a pleasant looking fair girl and has a cute pair of eyes. She has an adorable face and even more adorable when she speaks. Add to that she likes to hang out with people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is little bit proud about herself which is a wonderful thing and i love that type of girls (She gives a look at me and when i notice that she pretends that she wasn't looking at anything special and shows bit of an arrogance.&lt;/div&gt;I think she is an adorable cute young lady and a very lovable woman.&lt;br /&gt;These days I'm trying to figure out&amp;nbsp; a way to talk and get to know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2kJ8Q8dkwY/TcWBZWVgu9I/AAAAAAAAABg/iCHFIzqgtkY/s1600/girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-5588917598909335115?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/5588917598909335115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/5588917598909335115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2011/03/unload-12.html' title='A Lovely girl'/><author><name>Me</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410422261896414248.post-1372249661337371532</id><published>2010-12-26T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:29:59.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Nice times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Christmas. Though&amp;nbsp; i am a Buddhist, i celebrated this year's Christmas with some of my catholic friends and i should tell you that it was an awesome experience. I should mention that they liked my presence a lot and it is a great honor to take part in such events.  As i mentioned in one of my posts earlier, i am not the kind of person who hang out with friends a lot (Used to do when i was a teenager :) ). But i should admit that this was something special. With this incident something came to my mind.&lt;/div&gt;As Buddhists we celebrate Vesak and we make lanterns on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWPRSBGgSoc/TcV6yv-rWWI/AAAAAAAAABY/kynnaEmH7H8/s1600/lantr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWPRSBGgSoc/TcV6yv-rWWI/AAAAAAAAABY/kynnaEmH7H8/s320/lantr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lanterns1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fATggG7Ldk/TcV7ES8uAII/AAAAAAAAABc/DZ9066VfFB8/s1600/lan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fATggG7Ldk/TcV7ES8uAII/AAAAAAAAABc/DZ9066VfFB8/s320/lan.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lanterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the special thing is, it is a ritual in our area (only in our area as far as i know) to light clay lamps on road sides on Vesak Poya day. These lamps are small. You can hold them even on your palm. Coconut oil is used to light these lamps and they usually last about 45 minutes or sometimes an hour. When you visit Buddhist temples you can see these lamps lit every where inside the temple. But to light coconut lamps on street sides, is a new experience even for Buddhists, unless you are in our area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The event happens at night. Every one comes to the street sides and light these lamps.&amp;nbsp; Wonderful thing about this event is it happens at a specific, prearranged time and everyone comes to the road sides at once. Hundreds of lamps are lit at once on the road sides and it is a breath taking site for any one who visit the area. Light may last only about an hour or one and half. But the beauty of this event is it brings everyone together. Buddhists, Catholics .... they all come to the road sides and light the lamps even though this is a Buddhist event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would love to show some of the photos of this event. But unfortunately i don't have any at the moment to post to the blog. Don't worry. Next time when this incident happens, i will post some photos in the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-1372249661337371532?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/1372249661337371532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/1372249661337371532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2010/12/unload-7.html' title='Nice times'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWPRSBGgSoc/TcV6yv-rWWI/AAAAAAAAABY/kynnaEmH7H8/s72-c/lantr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410422261896414248.post-537382893226289738</id><published>2010-12-03T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T05:49:42.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Only four words !!!</title><content type='html'>I was hanging out with my friends and suddenly someone reminded me about my birthday. It's going to be on 6 th of December. This incident reminded me something. Something that happened nearly about an year ago &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most people believe that elder sisters love their younger brothers very much. My elder sister also loves me very much. She prepares tea for me when i am studying and well, sometimes i do not even wash my cup (I know it's a very bad habit ;) ). But she takes care of them for me. And most of all when I was a teenager and needed permission from my parents&amp;nbsp; for something, she is the one who took care of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the thing is we rarely speak to each other. I think it's because of my habits. I rarely speak with my family members and sometimes my family members are not even aware of my presence. And they also kind of do not bother me by talking too much with me. But i can feel them. I can feel that they love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This happened in my last year's birthday. I was at my boarding place alone and i was busy with my project. My elder sister usually does not express her feelings too much ( i also do not do that often) . But strangely she sent me an sms saying "happy birthday malli" (malli means younger brother). She did not call me. But sent me this message. I was really happy.&amp;nbsp; I definitely can say that, that little message expressed a lot of things. She definitely missed me a lot on that day and she cares about me a lot as an elder sister.&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes little words can express a lot of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-537382893226289738?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/537382893226289738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/537382893226289738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2010/12/unload-5.html' title='Only four words !!!'/><author><name>Me</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8410422261896414248.post-5386332119632158961</id><published>2010-11-21T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T05:50:22.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNK'/><title type='text'>Visit them once in a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while since i had the opportunity to meet, my cousins. And these are my grand father's funeral days. Yes it is sad that my grand father passed away. Usually i am at my home on Sundays and Saturdays. Therefore these are the days i usually visit my grand father and my grand mother. After the death of my grandpa i went to visit my grandma more often than not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This gave me the pleasure of being in my cousin's company and doing various activities together (Since they also visit my grandma often these days). One thing i realized about my cousins is when you don't meet them frequently, but you get to hear about them and what they did, you tend to go far from them (relationship wise). But meeting them gives you the opportunity to explain things and at the same time understand them. I believe this applies not only to cousins but also in most human relationships. And yes it gave me the opportunity to strengthen my relationship with them ( well with most of them ;) ). I feel sad that i lost my grandpa. But at the same time it has been an incident which strengthened relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8410422261896414248-5386332119632158961?l=madhuwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5386332119632158961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2010/11/unload-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/5386332119632158961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8410422261896414248/posts/default/5386332119632158961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madhuwrites.blogspot.com/2010/11/unload-2.html' title='Visit them once in a while'/><author><name>Me</name><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>
