<?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-34316987</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:50:19.159-06:00</updated><category term='Online Telugu Movie Sites'/><category term='free calls'/><category term='Me? A poet? Nah'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='movies review'/><category term='Chicken Gunya'/><category term='Banking on Banks'/><category term='coupons'/><category term='cheap calls'/><category term='Madan Fun'/><category term='Real Letter'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Anukokunda Oka Mandu Party'/><category term='hindi movies'/><category term='What Ever You Think'/><category term='My Favorites'/><category term='vonage'/><category term='Freebies'/><category term='Mini Stories'/><category term='Telugu Lyrics'/><category term='india calling cards'/><category term='Books Review'/><title type='text'>unlock craziness</title><subtitle type='html'>Are u crazy to read this stuff?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-7449762728998328351</id><published>2010-05-07T12:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:55:56.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Kasab - ha ha -- Hang On First</title><content type='html'>Recently i read 2-3 artices on Kasab getting death penalty for raging war against india.&lt;br /&gt;But, how the legislation in india painfully took 19 months and 38 crores to come to that decision was never explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the begining, it is open and shut case with clear CCTV footage showing the person with guns killing people. No other country in the world would have taken so much time for decision to kill that&lt;em&gt;'mrugam'&lt;/em&gt; (Wild Animal). Immediately after judge pronouncement, our home minister issued a statement - 'Kasab death sentense decision taken based one evidence not on confession'. I would say it as 'Utter Stupidity'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still there is a long time before he will get his punishment (will he??) - High court Approval, Appeal against it in High Court, Supreme Court, Appeal to President of India then, by that time - probably - until his natural death, he will leave peacefully in the Jail with all goverment escorts + goverment spending 2 crores per month for his protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I woud say ... 'Shit ! we never change'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would detail on our next person - Kalki Baghvan in my next blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-7449762728998328351?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/7449762728998328351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2010/05/hang-kasab-ha-ha-hang-on-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/7449762728998328351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/7449762728998328351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2010/05/hang-kasab-ha-ha-hang-on-first.html' title='Hang Kasab - ha ha -- Hang On First'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-4511370998716821652</id><published>2009-09-08T11:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:07:34.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india calling cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vonage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coupons'/><title type='text'>Vonage india two months free</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;I have recieved a promotion mail where i can refere other people. 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For referrring, i will also get two months free service from vonage world plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are intereseted in above Vonage world plan promotion offer, please send your mail id to syamee@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-4511370998716821652?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/4511370998716821652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2009/09/vonage-india-two-months-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4511370998716821652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4511370998716821652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2009/09/vonage-india-two-months-free.html' title='Vonage india two months free'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-7849075030650403027</id><published>2008-11-25T20:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:04:18.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free International Calls</title><content type='html'>Absolutely free international calls to over 38 countries. Join&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tuitalk.com/index.zhtml"&gt;http://www.tuitalk.com/index.zhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-7849075030650403027?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/7849075030650403027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-international-calls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/7849075030650403027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/7849075030650403027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-international-calls.html' title='Free International Calls'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-3631501660351390166</id><published>2008-11-24T23:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:41:52.455-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india calling cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free calls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freebies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap calls'/><title type='text'>The Art of making 'Free Calls' to INDIA</title><content type='html'>I almost did research over several weeks to get to this post. This post contains almost all the required information to make free calls to india at least for next 2-3 hours. You can get next 10 hours calling time to india at as little as 1.37 cent per minute. Yes you heard it right. That is less than local USA call from your mobile. Also, in next post, i will post the details on how to make free calls from iphone to any phone in united states for free using fring applicaton and skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Calls to Any where in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Evaphone:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evaphone.com/"&gt;http://www.evaphone.com/&lt;/a&gt; - Any time free - 5 calls per day per IP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make maximum 5 free calls per day. Hard to beleive right ? Well it is that simple but there is a downside to it.  Calls drop frequently and sometimes the voice quality is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not going to complain on how bad the call is… They are offering free calls after all. Try it out, you wont be spending a cent !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Youcall: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youcall.com/"&gt;http://www.youcall.com/&lt;/a&gt; (get 30 minutes free after sign up)&lt;br /&gt;Use the procedue as explain in below link to get free 30 min call every time you login.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icalling.wordpress.com/2008/09/21/youcal/"&gt;http://icalling.wordpress.com/2008/09/21/youcal/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rebtel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free 80 minutes on sign up (No credit card details required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/09/rebtel-free-80-mins-call-to-india.html"&gt;http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/09/rebtel-free-80-mins-call-to-india.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or use the link on right side to get 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tabrio:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5$ free call on sign up (No credit card details required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freepctophonecalls.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-voip-phone-calls-worldwide-india.html"&gt;http://freepctophonecalls.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-voip-phone-calls-worldwide-india.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cheap Calling Cards to India:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read below two blogs for latest updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://voipguides.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://voipguides.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freepctophonecalls.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://freepctophonecalls.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are best calling cards to call india.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pingo &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pingo.com/"&gt;http://www.pingo.com/&lt;/a&gt; (1.37 cents per minute) -- offer detail present in below link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freepctophonecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheapest-international-calls-pingo.html"&gt;http://freepctophonecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheapest-international-calls-pingo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reliable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reliablecomm.com/"&gt;http://www.reliablecomm.com/&lt;/a&gt; (1.9 cents per minute) -- if you need referral please give your email in comment.call quality is not that good. But at 1 rupee per call, i am okay with it. I bought 100$ card myself and already used 2000 minutes. It is good at time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rebtel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rebtel.com/"&gt;http://www.rebtel.com/&lt;/a&gt; (2.8 cents per minute)-- if you need referral please give your email in comment.Use the link (&lt;a href="http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/09/rebtel-free-80-mins-call-to-india.html"&gt;http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/09/rebtel-free-80-mins-call-to-india.html&lt;/a&gt;) to get free 80 minutes.It is best service i have ever used. I am big fan of rebtel for its ease of usage, call quality and service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Airtel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.airtelcallhome.com/"&gt;http://www.airtelcallhome.com/&lt;/a&gt; (4 cent per minute on sign up)&lt;br /&gt;Take only 5$ card. On sign up, you get almost 100 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nymgo: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freepctophonecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/nymgo-cheapest-pc-to-phone-calls.html"&gt;http://freepctophonecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/nymgo-cheapest-pc-to-phone-calls.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20$ Monthly payment would give you 1750 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-3631501660351390166?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/3631501660351390166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/11/art-of-making-free-calls-to-india.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/3631501660351390166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/3631501660351390166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/11/art-of-making-free-calls-to-india.html' title='The Art of making &apos;Free Calls&apos; to INDIA'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-3191740745674623778</id><published>2008-11-23T13:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:13:04.510-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>True Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>When we love, it isn't because the person's perfect, it's because we learn to see an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;You may hold my hand for a while, but you hold my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;There may be many flowers in a man's life, but there is only one rose.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you bring out the best in me, and holding on to that thought, I sincerely believe that just by being with you shall bring out the best life I ever could live.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know if it is truly possible for me to stop thinking about you because I'll never try.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Love is a constant battle between the heart and the mind; True Love is when they agree.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-3191740745674623778?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/3191740745674623778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-love-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/3191740745674623778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/3191740745674623778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-love-quotes.html' title='True Love Quotes'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-5481800366677200842</id><published>2008-11-01T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:08:42.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blog from iPhone 3g</title><content type='html'>Hey testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-5481800366677200842?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/5481800366677200842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-from-iphone-3g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/5481800366677200842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/5481800366677200842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-from-iphone-3g.html' title='blog from iPhone 3g'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-6349952812749549632</id><published>2008-10-19T00:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:41:57.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viplove Kavitalu</title><content type='html'>I am fan of viplove. Read his articles on the below link..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telugupeople.com/discussion/userArticles.asp?userId=VIPLOVE"&gt;http://www.telugupeople.com/discussion/userArticles.asp?userId=VIPLOVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-6349952812749549632?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/6349952812749549632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/10/viplove-kavitalu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/6349952812749549632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/6349952812749549632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/10/viplove-kavitalu.html' title='Viplove Kavitalu'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-4642170787949072331</id><published>2008-10-13T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:21:10.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women!!!</title><content type='html'>Seriously Funny Article from my friend.. Click below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ravithinks.blogspot.com/2008/07/women.html"&gt;Funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-4642170787949072331?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ravithinks.blogspot.com/2008/07/women.html' title='Women!!!'/><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://ravithinks.blogspot.com/2008/07/women.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/4642170787949072331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/10/women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4642170787949072331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4642170787949072331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/10/women.html' title='Women!!!'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-2073491498162437282</id><published>2008-09-26T08:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:05:47.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Letter'/><title type='text'>Inner feelings of a software consultant (due to economic downturn)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Note: It has all the effects of economic down turn on a common software consultant who want to leave job but not able to. Read Now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would have been complete for the first time. Its No caffeine and the knowledge that I was at the highest ground I may have ever been. I did not want to believe everything was going well, but it really was. There are so many things you have to deal with in life and I didn’t suffer from any of the problems most people had. I was the boss, I had nobody that gave me a hard time at work, my job was easy, it paid well, I knew what I was doing, I liked what I was doing, I liked most of the people, I liked the office, the location, the city, the vacation and benefits. Life totally sucks without tf. It is completely expected to hate life without tf. Nothing else was better than that place. The contractors were fundamentally different, I should have feared going out into the world, but what I expected was a contract like X project or Y project did. That doesn’t even exist by and large and when it does, it is low quality. Even the car I had was ideal for so long in my city. Now I don’t even know if I can keep the same kind of vehicle. I know I don’t want that mustang, it is not a comfortable car for the fem. An eclipse would not be much cooler, but the layout is better. A jeep would handle like crap. The stability of city was unreal, there is no excuse for the lack of. The only person that left ups that I would not have wanted to stay was HHHHH. Every single other person I liked found a reason and left. Maybe if I stayed there would have been some new people that came in and that may have been interesting. Don’t quit simply because this is better than anything else. No place is this nice. If you leave you cant come back and nothing is half of what this place offers a person like me. I don’t want to work hard or be serious about a job, that is what this place is about. All other places have hard projects, hard work. Most people don’t like ups because of the boring work. You like the boring work. You just want a little work so you can pay the bills and do something outside work. That is ideal. Other people have reasons to quit that match what they are looking for. I don’t. my failure was not living the right life outside work. I had committed to ups by working there so long. It gave me everything, it almost gave me a gf. I cant just come back to city and land a job I would like near that much. That is why I need to interview for years before quitting. That place is that good. Other places are that bad. Its because the office is not an its headquarters, it is a corp office. You like the corp office. Any other job will be it and the people will all be nerds that are highly skilled that make you look like a fool. The offices all suck bad and the people all suck. Going to London is just stupid. Same with going to florida, you hate florida. You knew that when you left city was better in every way to anything in fl. Going out west would suck since its all dirty and spic. Leaving at this stage of life would force you to start over and you don’t have what it takes to start over. You need to finish what you started here in your city. You haven’t even lived in city yet with ag that makes you see this city and your life in a whole new perspective. Leaving now would throw all those years away. Staying would bond those years to a real experience. You don’t have near the skills you need to land a decent job most importantly. The job market is at its bottom in 2003 due to 3 years of layoffs and thousands of sharp people on the bench trying to compete for these jobs. You will not land anything good with current economic trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; my life tf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-2073491498162437282?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/2073491498162437282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/09/inner-feelings-of-software-consultant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/2073491498162437282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/2073491498162437282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/09/inner-feelings-of-software-consultant.html' title='Inner feelings of a software consultant (due to economic downturn)'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-5941877840154516445</id><published>2008-09-21T10:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:28:44.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freebies'/><title type='text'>Rebtel - Free 80 Mins Call to India</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends, ఉస్ this free stuff for calling india.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One particular aspect in rebtel, which you might like is, you do not need to call any 800 number and then your indian relative number. For every india number, rebtel gives you a local number. You just need to store that local number under your friend name. Directly call your friend with out remembering any thing else. For each of your friend, you will get different local number. This is much cheaper too compared to other plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Just go to rebtel (Using the link in the right top corner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Register yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Do not forget to use the coupon code (India60min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unsure about these steps, just click the below link (Note: Link gives only 60 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.rebtel.com/en/Utility-Pages/Join-flow/Join/?code=India60min"&gt;Rebtel60min&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---NJoi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-5941877840154516445?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/5941877840154516445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/09/rebtel-free-80-mins-call-to-india.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/5941877840154516445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/5941877840154516445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/09/rebtel-free-80-mins-call-to-india.html' title='Rebtel - Free 80 Mins Call to India'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-929774900915315929</id><published>2008-09-20T11:21:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:10:28.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Gunya'/><title type='text'>The Art of 'Chicken Gunya' Lyrics - Acharya Atreya</title><content type='html'>After successful two parts (&lt;a href="http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-of-chicken-gunya-lyrics.html"&gt;Part&lt;/a&gt;1 , &lt;a href="http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunting-of-chandra-ghost-continues.html"&gt;Part2&lt;/a&gt;) on the chandra 'ghost', I am continuing my enriching journey of pursuing greatest lyrics of all time. This article concentrates on one such great lyricist. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manasu gathi inthe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;manishi bratuku inthe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;manasunna manishiki &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sukham ledanthe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can ignore those manasu truths? His lyrics makes a powerful everlasting impact on hearts of his fans. He always used simple yet elegant, small but powerful words. All his words are 'vadukalo vunna simple maatalu'. He is none other than 'Acharya' AAtreya - Popularly known by name 'manasu kavi'. &lt;em&gt;Rayaka niramtalani rasi prekshakulani edpistarani prateeti.&lt;/em&gt; (They say he makes producers cry by not writing and make the audience cry by writing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acharya_Atreya"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://idlebrain.com/celeb/kalasevak/athreya.html"&gt;idle&lt;/a&gt;brain, &lt;a href="http://www.telugucinema.com/c/publish/starsprofile/Atreya_printer.php"&gt;cine&lt;/a&gt; articles to know more about his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Atreya Marks on Telugu Lyrics:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prema ledani premincharadani&lt;br /&gt;sakchyame neevani nannu nenu chaatani&lt;br /&gt;ooo priya joharulu - Abhinandana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudda banthi poovulo Mooga Kalla voosulu&lt;br /&gt;Venaka Janama Basalu endariki telusulee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Mooga Manasulu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manasu mooganidi maatalu ranidi mamata okate adi nerchinadi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ee teega poovuno ee komma lo veechano &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Maro Charitra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neevu leka veena palukalennannadi neevu leka radha niluva lenannadi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chitapata chinukulu padutu vunte chelikaade sarasana vunte - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;paccha gaddi koseti paduchu pilla &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ettago vunnado oolammi eteto avutundo chinnammi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-929774900915315929?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/929774900915315929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-of-chicken-gunya-lyrics-acharya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/929774900915315929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/929774900915315929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-of-chicken-gunya-lyrics-acharya.html' title='The Art of &apos;Chicken Gunya&apos; Lyrics - Acharya Atreya'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-1980064322087393844</id><published>2008-06-22T08:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:36:16.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Ever You Think'/><title type='text'>Purpose of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought of updating my blog from long time.. At last, i got some time to go through my ideas and ponder over them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lot of things happened in last 2-3 months in my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got some critical questions in my life time in this period. One of them is 'What is the purpose of the life?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are summary of all versions from my friends in a 'philosophical' discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend A) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, this question is such that answering it is almost impossible without being a bit philosophical. Because, reality is quitedifferent. I could say the purpose of my life is to earn lots of money.....but it would be too materialistic.....or I could say it is to do some good to the society....and that sounds too idealistic....&lt;br /&gt;Actually, most people dont really think what the purpose of their lives is....because they can afford to live even without knowing or having a purpose for their lives. the present times are such that people dont have time to think. they just have wants...sometimes materialistic &amp;amp; sometimes idealistic and sometimes a mix of both and they want to fulfill them. and that becomes the purpose of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my opinion...purpose has got great and strong meaning into it.. and we are not living to achieve the purpose of life....actually we don't know our purpose of life...if you ask me the same question...what i could say is, I don't know exactly waht is my purpose of life at least at this moment...to some extent and in general it could be leading a good life....."Good life" meaning varies from person to person...most of the people are visualized by the society that working hard , getting a good job, marriage, earning lot of money so that your future generations never face any problems you had faced in your life, then finally take a break is....leading a good life!!!!!!!!!...and we are just following the same way.....we are just moving in a defined path with the hidden assumption that it is the purpose of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its tough to explain. My purpose is always 'find my true happiness'. So, where we get 'happiness' in general? I think (Predefined assumptions as per society) Success in holding the family responsbilities, name in society, earning money ,serving to the society (not just social service - any intellectual service), success in the job or work, Staying with loved ones (live life and love life for lifelong). Most people presumably land with above purpose into the life. Prorities may change depending on person timelines and supporting conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not want to be 'one' of them to create my own distinction but 'sad'ly part of the league.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-1980064322087393844?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/1980064322087393844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/06/purpose-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/1980064322087393844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/1980064322087393844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/06/purpose-of-life.html' title='Purpose of Life'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-552924892052533728</id><published>2008-05-08T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:39:49.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Ever You Think'/><title type='text'>Google Telugu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsaziLOuhpE/SCOzSCl-nGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1Qco2rybMv8/s1600-h/googletelugu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198195517430864994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsaziLOuhpE/SCOzSCl-nGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1Qco2rybMv8/s320/googletelugu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-552924892052533728?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/552924892052533728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/google-telugu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/552924892052533728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/552924892052533728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2008/05/google-telugu.html' title='Google Telugu'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsaziLOuhpE/SCOzSCl-nGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1Qco2rybMv8/s72-c/googletelugu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-7842225699300831695</id><published>2007-12-24T13:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:35:59.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Ever You Think'/><title type='text'>unknown letter from orkut</title><content type='html'>I don’t blame ,you have ruined me.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s my time to punish you, let me go,&lt;br /&gt;let me die and forever you will cry.&lt;br /&gt;No mercy for you for da pain you have thrower Every day&lt;br /&gt;I m asked to live to die again n again!...&lt;br /&gt;To describe me these words are so true&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant, confused, stubborn, shy, calm,&lt;br /&gt;serene, peaceless,simple,sensible n innocent&lt;br /&gt;Ugly lady sometime and moody…&lt;br /&gt;I’m different in different ways….&lt;br /&gt;cant judges my self...&lt;br /&gt;Sum say am bad.&lt;br /&gt;Sum say am loveable adorable.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hurt n torture myself ,&lt;br /&gt;waitin 4 sum one to cum in my life and hold me…&lt;br /&gt;and take away all that hurtnes.&lt;br /&gt;At times m bold n open minded&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time am tooooo much possessive and narrow abt things....&lt;br /&gt;Frm inside m as good as pure and honest,,,&lt;br /&gt; around me its totally dark…&lt;br /&gt;living in my own ways fighting wid my inner self…&lt;br /&gt;sitting in dark and a voice cum from inside me...&lt;br /&gt;That Ahhhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;u r losing everything...&lt;br /&gt;U r alone u hav lost everything…&lt;br /&gt;sum say am not pretty…&lt;br /&gt;but sum find me beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Me not very pretty but my inner beauty,&lt;br /&gt;ma honesty n sinserity makes me special.&lt;br /&gt;I can b Easily tricked because of being too trusting,,,&lt;br /&gt;people tend to take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;My innocent ness and honest personality can bring anyone back to me..(i guess).&lt;br /&gt;I love music, I love to have long drives, dim lights turn me on,&lt;br /&gt;I live in very fantasy world…. N I love to Think n think n think,,,&lt;br /&gt;n then to get hurt again n again...m totaly broken up frm Inside,,,&lt;br /&gt;just living a painful life!&lt;br /&gt;You were my sun,&lt;br /&gt;you were my earth but you don’t know all the ways I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;no So you took a chance, made other plans&lt;br /&gt;But I betcha didn’t think that they would come crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;no You don’t have to say,&lt;br /&gt;What cha did I already know,&lt;br /&gt;I found out from HIM now&lt;br /&gt;there’s just no chance with you and me&lt;br /&gt;there will never be don’t it make you sad about it&lt;br /&gt;you told me you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me all alone....&lt;br /&gt;My tears just can’t stop coming one after another&lt;br /&gt;Can’t hold dem insideCoz is full with tears&lt;br /&gt;Although I am empty Inside&lt;br /&gt;Please stop this all which make my tears blow&lt;br /&gt;Me ma self is Volcano it get Erupted when&lt;br /&gt;It gets hurts Y is the Volcano&lt;br /&gt;Hot have youEver wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Coz it is burnt insideBurnt?&lt;br /&gt;''She kept the pain inside her&lt;br /&gt;it burned from deep within&lt;br /&gt;she let the world just slip away&lt;br /&gt;just like she always did&lt;br /&gt;she lost her love, her life, all gone&lt;br /&gt;she wondered what she did, where did she go wrong&lt;br /&gt;more and more the cuts felt right&lt;br /&gt;she slit her wrists every night'&lt;br /&gt;'i'm crushed under freakin old times when i experienced stuff which were beyond my imagination.....&lt;br /&gt;welll my life at the moment is falling into a deep black hole n i just can't c ny hope........&lt;br /&gt;I held the knife so close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Like a foolish child I sat and I and I cried,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried.&lt;br /&gt;Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-7842225699300831695?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/7842225699300831695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/12/unknown-letter-from-orkut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/7842225699300831695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/7842225699300831695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/12/unknown-letter-from-orkut.html' title='unknown letter from orkut'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-2732392613592831589</id><published>2007-12-24T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:39:49.473-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Ever You Think'/><title type='text'>GMAIL Funny Chirstmas Welcome Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsaziLOuhpE/R2_UzsBssxI/AAAAAAAAADI/2hqPXsZFg_M/s1600-h/gmail-new.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsaziLOuhpE/R2_UzsBssxI/AAAAAAAAADI/2hqPXsZFg_M/s320/gmail-new.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147566883564466962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the above link clearly.. See the Funny Chirstmas Welcome Message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be snow outside, but hopefully there snow spam in your inbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what google team means ... "There may be snow outside, but hopefully there is + no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(snow)&lt;/span&gt; spam in your inbox"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telugulo deenni suvarna deergha sandhi antaaru :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i got .."There may be snow outside, but hopefully there is + now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(snow)&lt;/span&gt; spam in your inbox"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-2732392613592831589?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/2732392613592831589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/12/gmail-welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/2732392613592831589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/2732392613592831589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/12/gmail-welcome.html' title='GMAIL Funny Chirstmas Welcome Message'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OsaziLOuhpE/R2_UzsBssxI/AAAAAAAAADI/2hqPXsZFg_M/s72-c/gmail-new.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-4529939669630694106</id><published>2007-12-16T01:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:37:44.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anukokunda Oka Mandu Party'/><title type='text'>Anukokunda Oka Mandu Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Watch this well made Telugu fun skit 'Anukokunda O Mandu Party' by Tri-PODers. This Video got some very funny laughing moments. Excellent Innovation in titles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Characters:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sriram, Raj Gopal, Krishna Chaitanya &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Two Developers and a Project Manager of a software company meet on an eventful day. Not knowing what lies in the fate of the manager, he invites the developers for a party and see what happens next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anukokunda Oka Mandu Party - PART - I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdyWKORSTiE&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anukokunda O Mandu Party - PART - II (I love this part)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/52ZEMbYyjZw&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-4529939669630694106?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/4529939669630694106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/12/anukokunda-oka-mandu-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4529939669630694106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4529939669630694106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/12/anukokunda-oka-mandu-party.html' title='Anukokunda Oka Mandu Party'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-1632771686552112190</id><published>2007-12-13T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:46:13.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online Telugu Movie Sites'/><title type='text'>Online Telugu Movie Sites</title><content type='html'>I would like to give compilation of all &lt;strong&gt;online telugu movie sites&lt;/strong&gt; (free or download) along with my ratings for the site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saradaga.com/"&gt;http://www.saradaga.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:         3/5&lt;br /&gt;Content:       Telugu Movie Site Links, Videos, News .&lt;br /&gt;Good :-)        All movie Links in one place/side bar.  URL is very easy to remember for all telugu people.&lt;br /&gt;Bad :-]           Lot of ads. No movies hosted in the site.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly :-(          Can not directly open the links provided in this site. It still opens in the same site in a seperate window. We need to close the bottom frame to actually see the site. Annoying full page ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kalyansuman.com/labels/telugu%20movies%20online.html"&gt;http://www.kalyansuman.com/labels/telugu%20movies%20online.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:          4/5&lt;br /&gt;Content:       Telugu Movie Site Links, Videos, News&lt;br /&gt;Good:-)        Excellent organization of all movie Links in one place. Excellent place to see updates on all sites in one go.&lt;br /&gt;Bad:-]           No movies hosted in the site.  Needs to get have more site widgets for comprehensive information. Hope this will be taken in future.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly:-(         we can not remember this site address easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videoduniya.com/"&gt;http://www.videoduniya.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:        4/5&lt;br /&gt;Content:     Movies, Videos&lt;br /&gt;Good:-)       Best Organized and Best Quality. No annoying full page Ads.&lt;br /&gt;Bad:-]         Less updates every week&lt;br /&gt;Ugly:-(        None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://manacinemalu.com/"&gt;http://manacinemalu.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:        3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;Content:     Movies, Videos, TV Shows&lt;br /&gt;Good:-)       Best updated and Most compiled&lt;br /&gt;Bad:-]         Archived movie links mostly doesn't work. Latest movie links will have CAM quality. Ugly:-(        Annoying full page ads for every click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://videomasti.net/"&gt;http://videomasti.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:       2.5/5&lt;br /&gt;Content:     Movies, Videos, TV Shows, Songs&lt;br /&gt;Good:-)       Compilation of all types&lt;br /&gt;Bad:-]         Least organized. Need to search long for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly:-(        It looks like a blog page. No organized information on movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviestelugu.tk/"&gt;http://moviestelugu.tk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:       3/5&lt;br /&gt;Content:     Movies, News, Songs, Videos, TV Shows, TV serials&lt;br /&gt;Good:-)       All oringial links. Good quality videos of TV serials.&lt;br /&gt;Bad:-]         Least organized. Need to search long for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly:-(        It looks like a blog page. No organized information on movies. Every movie starts with its ad.. very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://desivideos.net/index.php"&gt;http://desivideos.net/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:       2.5/5&lt;br /&gt;Content:     Movies, News, Songs, Videos, TV Shows, TV serials&lt;br /&gt;Good:-)      Lot of information.&lt;br /&gt;Bad:-          Least organized. Need to search long for the movie or any thing.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly:-(       Annoying full page ads on every click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestdesiblogs.com/"&gt;http://www.bestdesiblogs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:      3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;Content:    Movies, News, Songs, Videos, TV Shows, TV serials&lt;br /&gt;Good:-)     Good organization.&lt;br /&gt;Bad:-]       No alphabetic search.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly:-(      Annoying ads on complete page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Links below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bharatmovies.com/"&gt;http://www.bharatmovies.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedesicentral.com/"&gt;http://www.thedesicentral.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlinetelugumovies.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.onlinetelugumovies.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andhraboard.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.andhraboard.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andhravilas.com/dynamicindex.asp" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.andhravilas.com/dynamicindex.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telugutoranam.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.telugutoranam.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teluguone.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.teluguone.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desitorrents.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=12"&gt;http://www.desitorrents.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=12&lt;/a&gt; for Hindi Movie Download .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desitorrents.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=39"&gt;http://www.desitorrents.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=39&lt;/a&gt; for Tamil Movie Download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desitorrents.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=40"&gt;http://www.desitorrents.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=40&lt;/a&gt; for Telugu Movie Download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please put a comment, if you think any movie site need to be added in my list of Online Telugu Movie Sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tags: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Telugu Hindi Tamil Movie Cinemalu chitralu movies download links websites online free downloads patalu bommalu pictures bollywood tollywood online telugu movie sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-1632771686552112190?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/1632771686552112190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-review-of-all-free-online-telugu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/1632771686552112190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/1632771686552112190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-review-of-all-free-online-telugu.html' title='Online Telugu Movie Sites'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-4318209170359694750</id><published>2007-11-11T19:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:45:54.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hindi movies'/><title type='text'>Manorama - Six Feet Under</title><content type='html'>Unarguably, this movie is, by far, the best hindi movie i have seen in this year. I think this movie will become a classic of suspense genre in the future and considerably it is least recognized compared with other films. This movie definitely reinvented the raw and abstract &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noir&lt;/span&gt; style of suspense genre films. The film’s pace is extremely slow till the end and suddenly reaches climax at it's peak. If any one has not given attention to minute details due to its snail like pace, convoluted story line, frequently involving flashbacks, flash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;forwards&lt;/span&gt; and missing interconnections, this movie becomes &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;abstrusive&lt;/span&gt; and understandably very boring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The way the movie unravels the suspense element in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;noir&lt;/span&gt; style is flawless and top class. Technically the film looks as brilliant as it can be. Camera work at the desert and back ground music is worth mentioning and brilliantly mixes with the story line. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dialogues&lt;/span&gt; are crisp and all actors have done a wonderful job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to reveal the story line or any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dialogues&lt;/span&gt; like other reviewers. Please do not expect high pace suspense thriller from my description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things i liked most in the movie:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Introduction of all the characters into movie from a different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;2. The way, gray shade of important characters unravels. All characters are completely raw and have true element of nature.&lt;br /&gt;3. Proving the movie tag line, 'In the desert, Everything is not what it seems to be', till the last 15 minutes of the film.&lt;br /&gt;4. The way, all minute details in the film becoming important at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly recommend this movie for all the people with a forewarning to watch it very carefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-4318209170359694750?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/4318209170359694750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/11/manorama-6-feet-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4318209170359694750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4318209170359694750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/11/manorama-6-feet-under.html' title='Manorama - Six Feet Under'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-5214923205888106669</id><published>2007-10-23T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:36:40.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telugu Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Gunya'/><title type='text'>The Art of Chicken Gunya Lyrics - Part II</title><content type='html'>Update on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;greatadhi&lt;/span&gt; great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Telugu&lt;/span&gt; lyricist '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chandra&lt;/span&gt; ghost'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mokkajonna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thotalo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kukkalochayi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kothimeera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thotalo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kothulocchayi&lt;/span&gt;…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;subhash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chandra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bose&lt;/span&gt; film penned by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lyridestructist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chandra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandra Bose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gaaru&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people loves simple and catchy lyrics so that they can easily remember them but not these kind of meaningless lyrics. These kind of stupid lyrics downgrades &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kammatanam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Telugu&lt;/span&gt; poetry. Poetry is not just about playing with words but also giving a life to the words when read as a complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;. When the millions of people hears the song, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; heart should immerse with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;aatma&lt;/span&gt; of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; some talent in you. I like particularly two songs written by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;cheekatitho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;veluge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;cheppenu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nenunnani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ootamitho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;gulepe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;cheppenu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nenunnani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Nenunnanu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;manchu kondallona chandrama&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you write such good peotry in future. Please put your talent in right shores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read the first part at &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-of-chicken-gunya-lyrics.html"&gt;http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-of-chicken-gunya-lyrics.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-5214923205888106669?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/5214923205888106669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunting-of-chandra-ghost-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/5214923205888106669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/5214923205888106669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunting-of-chandra-ghost-continues.html' title='The Art of Chicken Gunya Lyrics - Part II'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-7243617122960886161</id><published>2007-09-04T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:36:17.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banking on Banks'/><title type='text'>Citi that Never Sleeps</title><content type='html'>First let me ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about the title?&lt;br /&gt;probably about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mumbai&lt;/span&gt; .. look at the title again&lt;br /&gt;probably about metro movie.. nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; bank.. and my unique experience with UNIQUE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give a brief about my needs from the bank which led to write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to complete three things urgently in a single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-close a personal loan from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; bank by paying the balance&lt;br /&gt;2) A bank statement for last 6 months&lt;br /&gt;3) cheque deposit for 1,00,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i have never been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; bank in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pune&lt;/span&gt;. I have a urgent need to complete all these things in a single day as i am travelling next day to my home for taking house loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After travelling for 1.5 hour in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pune&lt;/span&gt;, i reached the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; bank branch in our city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i went inside the bank, first thing i noticed is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;help desk&lt;/span&gt; and grand furniture. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ambiance&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;grandiose&lt;/span&gt; and lavishing. But, to my enthusiastic observation, most of the seats are empty in the bank at 10.30 AM. Most of the people are lazy moving from one place to another place. It looks like they are working in a government accounts office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazily, i started my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; bank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;help desk&lt;/span&gt; officer.&lt;br /&gt;me: "Hi! I want to deposit the cheque"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Citi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;helpdesk&lt;/span&gt; Office: "You came here to deposit the cheque. You could have done it any ATM. &lt;em&gt;You are never required to come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; bank for that&lt;/em&gt;". I was surprised by rashness in her voice. She looked at me like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;illiterate&lt;/span&gt;. I immediately checked my dress. I am also having my company tag on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied "I am having some other works. I Also want to have 6 month bank statement"&lt;br /&gt;"sorry sir. We will not give bank statements in the bank. You need to talk to call centre and get it in registered post." rash tone continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised "What? I already got bank statement in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hyderabad&lt;/span&gt; from the bank. Also, i got it in registered post 2 to 3 times"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; now changed to soft tone. "Yes sir. We used to do that in last year. Currently, we are not doing it. You have to talk to call centre people to get it in the post. It will come in 3-5 days. &lt;em&gt;You are never required to come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; bank for that&lt;/em&gt;" She is looking at me to check if that created enough confusion on my face or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Its urgent for me. I am travelling today and I need to submit it for my house loan. That is why i came to bank today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt;: "I can not help it sir. you can get print outs from outside and we will stamp on it if you need"&lt;br /&gt;I was completely exhausted after intense argument with her.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; %#*&amp;amp;' i murmured lot of good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;telugu&lt;/span&gt; words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; phone at the same time from same place. ring ring ring&lt;br /&gt;Please wait all our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Citibank&lt;/span&gt; officers busy.. Your call will be attended .... followed by musical tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 min.. 2 min.. 3 min..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your patience. Please wait all our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Citibank&lt;/span&gt; officers busy.. Your call will be attended in 11 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;' again... tick tick...Waited for long 11 minutes. Listening to some music or song. After every minute.. same statement repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;press 1 for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Citibank&lt;/span&gt; credit card/ debit card customers&lt;br /&gt;press 2 for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Vysya&lt;/span&gt; bank customers&lt;br /&gt;pressed 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please provide your debit card number followed by 4 digit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;TPIN&lt;/span&gt; or city code followed by account no. I have provided debit card number but with wrong credit card &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;TPIN&lt;/span&gt; in desperation to connect to the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry. Details entered by you are incorrect" .. Call went off after 20 minutes of intense mental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried 2-3 times with wrong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;TPIN&lt;/span&gt; and waited for 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;minuts&lt;/span&gt; then i got my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;mental composition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; back. Entered account number next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Citi&lt;/span&gt; Phone Officer: "How can i help you sir?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "Hi. I want a bank statement for last 6 months"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Citi&lt;/span&gt; after asking some stupid security questions and verification "okay sir. Your statement will reach you in 5 days"&lt;br /&gt;me: "No. I want it urgently. Please provide the options. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt;: "If you want it urgently we can provide in 3 days or you can walk into the branch and get it on the same day"&lt;br /&gt;me: "I am already in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;pune&lt;/span&gt; bank and exactly at help desk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt;:"Sorry sir. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; bank doesn't have the facility now. You can only get in 3 days"&lt;br /&gt;me:"Is it possible if i go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;hyderabad&lt;/span&gt; bank, i will get bank statement tomorrow? I will be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;hyderabad&lt;/span&gt; for tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt;:"No sir. In Hyderabad, you will get in one day later. Do you want me to place the order for statement?"&lt;br /&gt;me:"I want it by tomorrow at any cost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; in long deep tone: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;sooorry&lt;/span&gt; sir. I can not help it. Any thing else i can help"&lt;br /&gt;me:"Nothing" already resigned by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt;: "Thank you sir. I hope i have answered all your questions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "No"&lt;br /&gt;She disconnected the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have deposited the cheque and came back to help desk to ask about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;pre-closure&lt;/span&gt; of personal loan. This time, she directed to personal loan branch which is in the ground floor with out even looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note the Time 11.40 AM.&lt;br /&gt;I have been greeted by empty chairs and empty rooms in the ground floor. Probably early lunch time. Only one person is present in the personal loan branch. 10 empty seats and 10 blank computers showing citi bank screen savers in that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greeted that person my self as he is very busy in reading news paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Hi! Can you please tell me on how to close the personal loan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt; personal loan officer: "What you mean by close the personal loan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "I want to pay the remaining balance amount and close the personal loan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt;: "Oh.. you are talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;pre-closure&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;saale&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;aur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;soch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;raha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;hain&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;yaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt; cleaning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;karne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;liye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;aaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/em&gt; my mind was blown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied in good composure exactly opposite of what my mind just replied "Yes. Please let me know the procedure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;citi&lt;/span&gt;: "Oh. I am new to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;pune&lt;/span&gt; office. In fact, i also do not know the procedure. Please let me call my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;collegue&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called his collegue and after some 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;" My collegue saying that &lt;em&gt;You are never required to come citi bank for that.&lt;/em&gt; You need to call citi phone officer and ask details. He has given the number XXXXXXXX"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can not wait for 2-3 days until citi officer arrives at my office. I want to close urgently. Thats why i came to the office"&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry sir. You need to call citi phone officer and know the procedure.&lt;em&gt;You are never required to come citi bank for that"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what is the use of the bank? &lt;em&gt;I never required to come to citi bank for any thing. Not for cheque deposit. Not for 6 months bank statement. Not for even preclosure the personal loan. Then why did you kept this bank here in pune?&lt;/em&gt;" I directly asked the poor chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WTF!!!!!! F%&amp;amp;K!!!!!A******!!!!!! WTF!!!!!WTF!!!!!! WTF!!!!!WTF!!!!!! WTF!!!!!WTF!!!!!! WTF!!!!!' my mind desperately rearraging all the good words in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good lesson for automatic world. Currently, Every thing in this world made mobile. You can pay all types of bills on mobile. You get people to your door step by just a call. You can get personal loan with just a phone call. You get your bank balance in a phone call. While these things might increase the convenience for some people, it actually increases the complexity for others who can not wait for some one coming at thier door step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, Don't bank on banks, atleast for citi bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-7243617122960886161?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/7243617122960886161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/09/citi-that-never-sleeps.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/7243617122960886161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/7243617122960886161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/09/citi-that-never-sleeps.html' title='Citi that Never Sleeps'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-3576545055012279017</id><published>2007-06-10T06:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:27:50.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books Review'/><title type='text'>Books I Love - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shantaram - Gregory David Roberts: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Rating: 4.5/5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First Things First. When you start this novel, don't look at the number of pages. Then you will be intimidated to start itself. Read it on your own peril because you will never understand on which genre it belongs. It can be any genre and can serve any purpose: A World travel Guide, A Fun Read , An autobiography ,A Sad Love Story , A Philosophical Thriller, A mafia story, A Murderer story and Last but not the least a Door Stop. Yes, It's 936 page Huge Novel that covered all topics that exists under the sun. As given in telegraph review "Shantaram is an exuberant, swashbuckling story of derring-do, told with reckless gusto and obvious affection, and if Roberts is no sort of stylist (and he isn't), you'd have to be a snob not to admit to enjoying yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life of Pi - Yann Mortel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rating: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought this novel  with only reason that it got booker prize. I know nothing about it when i bought it. Still after reading the synopsis which says its a "story that makes you belive in god", and later reading good 40 pages, i couldn't attempt sleep before completing this non-stop religious thriller. Its An extra-ordinary factual tale of of boy called "pi", who survived in a life boat with hyena, Royal Bengal Tiger, Zebra, Sea Sick Orange-Utanfor 227 days. Its not a story that doesn't surprize you. It will not confirm what you already know. It will make you see higher or further or differently. Its worth booker prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S is for Silence - Sue Grafton:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It should be named as "S is for Suspense" or "S is for Superb". This is more a work of literary art, a true and classic detective novel with an experimental edge in the narrative machinations of the psychological profiling chapters than it is a standard offering of detective fiction, though, for me, it also satisfied the cravings of that genre. I was left with a compulsion to reread several parts, then with a desire to reread the whole. This book has too much psychological pith to get it all in a single run through. A stylishly narrated detective novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Zahir - Paul Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This novel talks about a writer who is in search of his wife, his soul, his life. In between the lines, he goes deep with in your mind with spirituality. It is really very good and different in content. You may not like the story where he is having relationships with other women than his wife. But, you will love his statements during the time he matures in his love towards his life. Definitely a good read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Monk who sold his ferrari - Robin Sharma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard it from the newspaper saying it sold above 5 million copies. Yes, This book proved that "simplicity sells". It gives all old rules in a very simple format in much simple discussions. Any way, I am not a kind of person who loves to read discipline or self-improvement books.  Do not read it, if you are also the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alchemist - Paul Coelho&lt;br /&gt;The Inscrutable Americans - Anurag Mathur&lt;br /&gt;Whispers and Lies - Joy Fielding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-3576545055012279017?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/3576545055012279017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/06/books-i-love-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/3576545055012279017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/3576545055012279017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/06/books-i-love-part-ii.html' title='Books I Love - Part II'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-445192937922688557</id><published>2007-01-23T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:26:41.965-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Gunya'/><title type='text'>The Art of 'Chicken Gunya' Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday, when I had antakshari with friends, maddy sang the following lines from the recent telugu movie 'Khatarnak'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'Doma kudithe chicken gunya&lt;br /&gt;prema kudithe sukham gunya&lt;br /&gt;paina kudithe upper gunya&lt;br /&gt;lone kuithe andar gunya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what are these lines? sucks!! Really.. Can any body guess what these lines really means?It was written by lyricist 'greatadhi great' (One of his engili telugu innovations-- used for chiru movie shankardada MBBS) chadrabose who is regarded as top 'flawless' lyricist at current times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One more from his pen 'Ammaye sannaga ara navve navvaga' (what is meaning of aranavvu here?. But song is super hit. No body knows what does it suggest?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some of latest songs even doesn't have at least a meaning in the sentense. for example,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'A vacchi B pai vaale C vacchi D pai vaale'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Chatrapathi - I dont know what should i write here to translate in english - A comes on B, B Comes on C - Words are crap! There is no thought in the lyrics but the composition made the song super hit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Worst comes when tamil movies dubbed into telugu. Because of mast beat, these songs became hit in telugu. Macchuki konni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'Naaku Neeku Nokia Repu maapo mafia capuccino cofeeaa&lt;br /&gt;sofiaaa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Aparichitudu -- Just some rambling words for our ears)'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'love-elephant la vastadu remo, muddu danthaltho kummuthadu remo'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(same movie - muddu danthaltho kummadam enti vaammo )..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"X Pichhi Y Pichhi Edo Pichhi Tune chesi padaalante Ekkunu Pichhi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Gazini - naakithe picchi ekkindi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'telephone dhvani la navvedaana..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(What????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'kanubommale digi meesamayyenu ..okkakka pantitho navva'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(BOYS - Enti babu veella badha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who cares for lyrics in these hit songs. AM Ratnam is reason for having great taste in selecting such lyrics in his movies. He doesn't have time for conversion. Probably, he wont give a damn to it. Even our current audience won't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some times, Songs have 'prayasa' with 'prasa' and at the end doesn't have relation in between the lines.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"manasa vacha kalisosthe, mysore palace rasiistha..."&lt;br /&gt;"gusa gusa le gunna maavilloani rusa rusa le kanne chupullo.......' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Annayya!!!! no relation between the lines) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Currently even vulgarity also washed away with mass beat. You may enjoy listening/humming following song but when you think of its meaning ... hmmm .. i should tell you first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'College papala bus ye seat choosina fresh&lt;br /&gt;pidata kinda pappu ruchi choodakunte tappu .. hammamma&lt;br /&gt;Chintaaku chitta chitta chintaaku taa..&lt;br /&gt;---- blah blah --&lt;br /&gt;Aa yetti choope haa..aa yetti choope .. haa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(venaka edava sound okati with good visuals)&lt;br /&gt;aa etti choope prize kodataru kurra pose'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Enti aa meaning? Enti aa sounds?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I heard some 10 year child singing that song 'chintak chitta chitta'. That child may not know what does it mean? Where are we heading? What is happening to telugu lyrics? Where are the great lyrics came in telugu? Whom to blame for this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Definitely 'we' audience. People are enjoying the mass beats, off beats, melody but never giving any importance to the lyrics of the song which are regarded as it's soul in 'vishwanath' times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't we have songs with great lyrics?.. Yes, we do have!!! But, who cares for them&lt;br /&gt;when music is not good. And in out telugu industry , chandra 'ghost' is almost regarded in the same league as an elitist along with following great people. Alas!, for sure, he doesn't fall under thier class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Sirivennela' Seetha Rama Shastry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- My All time favorite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'vidhata talapuna prabhavinchinadi anaadi jeevana vedam..&lt;br /&gt;Kanula kolanulo prathibimbinchina vishwarupa vinyaasam'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'Sankara naadasareerapara vedaviharaahara jeeveswara..&lt;br /&gt;praaname neevani gaaname needani praaname gaanamani..&lt;br /&gt;mounavichakshana gaanavilakshana raagame yogamani&lt;br /&gt;naadopasana chesina vadanu neevadanu nenaitee&lt;br /&gt;dikhhareendrajita himagireendrasita kandharaa neelakandhara&lt;br /&gt;kshudruleruganii rudraveena linnidragaanamidi&lt;br /&gt;avadharinchara vinitarinchara... sankaraa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Difficult to get this kind of class into english)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just find the beuaty of telugu in each of the above word. When you listen to such songs combined with great music, your heart stops beating. You feel the sense of sound in your soul. You forget yourself when immersed into that passion. Its absolutely a different feeling and you will end up being in different world. Even in new movies like 'manmadhudu', 'varsham' and anandam listen to his lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" chali pidugula sadi vini jadisina bidiyamu tadabadi ninu vidadhaa?" (varsham). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who can get such beauty with small words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'nenu nenu ga lene ninna monnala&lt;br /&gt;leni poni vuhallo emito ila&lt;br /&gt;kottha janmala ipude ila puttinattuga'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(I am not like before&lt;br /&gt;drifting thoughts are coming into my mind&lt;br /&gt;It is my new life.. i just born into it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'evaraina epudaina ee chitram choosara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nadi raatiri toli vekuva rekha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nidurinche reppalapai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;udayaalanu chitrinche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oka challani madi pampina lekha' (Anandam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He should definitely have fallen into love when he is writing such beutiful poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Atleast we have a lyricist, who is not going away from the 'soul' of the lyric with stupid 'chicken gunya' songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Veturi - Simple words - Complex Meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'prema ledani premincharadani' (All Abhinandana songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'urakalai godavari vurike naa vodiloniki sogasulai brundavani murise naa siga loniki' (All Abhilasha songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(All maharshi songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'oo papa laali janamake laali' (All Geetanjali Songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'hello guru prema kosame ra jeevitham' (Nirnayam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'keeravani chilakala' (Anveshana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Aaku lo aakunai ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kommalo&lt;br /&gt;remmanai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nunu letha kommanai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ee adavali dagipona'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Inka enno classics from his pen.. But i remember one particular song from him. I can listen to that song continuously because of its rare beauty in the language. Even its dubbed one, his work is ememplory for all the latest dubbing 'gunya'  lyricists. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ong is 'Alalu Alalu egisi egisi alasi solasi poye' from 'old' seetha kokachiluka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The second stanza in that song is by far the best one to read. Here is the translation along with the lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charanam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Veeche gaali naalo jaali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thelipaena neeku&lt;br /&gt;Manasu&lt;br /&gt;manasu&lt;br /&gt;manuvai poyae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;guruthaenaa neeku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Did the blowing wind tell you my sad and pitiful tale? Do you even remember the marriage of our hearts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Gadiyae yugamai&lt;br /&gt;bathuke sagamai&lt;br /&gt;Gadichenu innaallu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Each minute I had spent waiting for you was like a “yugam”. &lt;em&gt;(Note: This part is copied later in many movies including latest 'anand' - manchi coffee lanti cinema with a twist 'khsaname yugamai') &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Valapae vagapai&lt;br /&gt;thaane varadai&lt;br /&gt;Kurise&lt;br /&gt;kanneellu&lt;br /&gt;Kurise kanneellu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All my love and happiness is now gone and all I have is grief, my tears flowing endlessly like a flood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One more from the same movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'mate mantramu&lt;br /&gt;manase bandhamu&lt;br /&gt;ee mamathe ee&lt;br /&gt;manase&lt;br /&gt;mangala vadyamu&lt;br /&gt;idi kalyanam kamaneeyam jeevitham'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These songs became hit because of the highs &amp;amp; lows in interludes which are beautifully entwined by Ilayaraja and not because of veturi lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If the music is not so good for the above songs, Does any body there who give a damn to such lyrics?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But 'chintak chitta chitta chintaku ta' and 'chicken gunya'... hmm.. hats off to chandra bose and our telugu audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Maharshi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-445192937922688557?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/445192937922688557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-of-chicken-gunya-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/445192937922688557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/445192937922688557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-of-chicken-gunya-lyrics.html' title='The Art of &apos;Chicken Gunya&apos; Lyrics'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-272184951967580770</id><published>2006-12-24T05:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T04:19:12.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Stories'/><title type='text'>3 small days of unending events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now.. DAY 3 of ending events..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was evening 6.30..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sky is becoming thick red summing up the violence happening in my heart from last 3 days. Sun is reaching the far end very fast telling me that finally its brutality is ending. Sea breeze whirling around like a twister at the coast. There is a unforeseen force in the air indicating a hurricane in few hours. Its dead silence outside but inside my heart its a 10000 watt loud scream. some body please tell me last 3 days is a dream. No, a night ma..re. A scream came from my heart into its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the relation between a dream and a nightmare???" my mind asked. "When a wish and a fear are exactly same, we call that dream as a nightmare" answered my heart. Yes..The burden of last 3 days nightmare life can only be relieved with the balm of today's dream death. last 3 days my life is just like a worst movie. I sat through it when god is burning every beautiful part of it with my own hands. I sucked every second so far, watching it. Now, i want to walk out early from the world movie hall and brush aside the god saying 'you can not fire me now. You already burned my soul. I QUIT'. Yes yes..I am committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is suicide?" so curious my mind is, it could not stop asking questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'When a hope and a life becomes exactly opposite, an action committed by life to move further from hope is&lt;br /&gt;called suicide' so much patience my heart has, for answering every damn stupid question of my mind from last 3 days. My legs started walking on the sand that is burning on my bare legs like thousand of pins pushing inside its skin. Still my bare legs has bare power to move one more step with each move. I know they are using all the last power like a dim bulb giving light at its last seconds. I entered into the guest house at the beach and watching a snake in that dim bulb light. Snake moving slowly and opened its mouth reaching its tail viciously.I rubbed my eyes to remove that dimness from the glare. Then i saw ceiling with a thread hanging from it, which is ready to fit my head into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly closed my eyes. Now, Its getting darker than outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'At least write some thing now.. even if it is a suicide note' my mind warning me.. my heart seconded it by screaming more louder than its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing a note 'It took me a 34 years long time and most of the world, to learn what i know about the good and bad and the choices make, but the worst of it came to me in an impulse, while...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just 2 days back.......... DAY 1 of unending events &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was morning 6.30. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was sitting on the flat pitch that just became wet by the sea waves, facing towards sea . It's breeze is fresh like a drop of water on the petal of rose. I always like to come here every day and watch the sun rising from the perfect green sea. This Sea is sensory deprivation tank for my soul. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Anand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Anand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' my wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nivedita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is laughing on my 5 year old kid, rounding on him swiftly and taking him into her hands from the sea waves. She is playing like a kid hitting foot ball slowly towards his small legs. The fresh air mixing with their two beautiful smiles made my breath more sweeter in the morning. It could become a scenery in my bed room with that sweet scent. They are definitely the most beautiful things happened in my life. Looking over them playing like kids at the sea shore makes me happiest at any moment and i can not count those moments in my life. I worked hard for 24 years in college to make my life success to count this 'very' moment. Happy job in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ITC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; imports and exports, a beautiful kid, one more supporting 'KID' and this small beautiful village near sea shore. What more i need than these little 'cute' things to live happily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What is happiness?' i moved my eyes from my wife to my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; raising my thumb finger. He often comes to a morning walk over the beach. He is one of my 'different' friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Happiness is a myth that is invented to make us buy things' he is looking blank at the sunrise which is making its way on top of our head with the quizzical look that just now passed into my eyes. I was mesmerised by it, bewildered, and strangely ashamed to ask that question to him. He has impassive face but there is no mistaking the emotion in his eyes. It was cold , naked, incomprehensible hatred towards something. Though an extreme pessimist, he has a remarkable natural talent that made him successful manager at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ITC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As usual, his intense ideas are giving impact on my happiness. Every time i do want to argue with him on this kind of topic to change his mind. But, he is hard to listen any thing and some times comes back so strong that changes me to admit with him. So, sensing the difficulty in talking with him at that time, i moved slowly toward my small 'tiny cute' family. Weaving his hands towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;anand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left the place in his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while my legs moving towards my family, my eyes moved towards my wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nivedita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Her still young face, with its prominent cheekbones, softly flared nose, and very full rosy lips, looked as if it had been carved in volcanic stone by the rush of river. Her hair was braided into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;multitude&lt;/span&gt; of long, fine, beaded plaits and those plaits are going against gravity, playing with breeze. She is still laughing and playing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;anand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt; teeth gleamed large and perfectly white. I am still smelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; beautiful sweet laugh. I just realized that I am walking on the air looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the happiest man in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same Day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was evening 6.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have completed all the work in the office and came to guest house to discuss the future course of action with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on improving tobacco exports to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;. "Sea is always beautiful" I said to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looking from window, listening to soft &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ilayaraja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; music '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Alalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Alalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Egasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Egasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Alasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;solasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;poye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. 'And Sea always smells bad' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Govind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; added to my comments. I was perplexed listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; voice from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He was born in a very poor family, but completed X class and got a temporary job as a office boy in the guest house. He learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and now i think, probably, a bit of his thinking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Prerana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Prerana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' I listened to a young man shout. I looked towards sea from the window. A young couple playing with each other. He put his arms around her neck and taken her back towards his chest. He said some thing in her ears and smiled. Both are laughing out loud which is clear till to the room. 'May be a new couple' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said in simple terms. Our village island is having beautiful lonely sea shore. So, lot of young couples often comes here. it can be said as a unofficial honeymoon place, scrupulously ignored by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;otherwise&lt;/span&gt; efficient officers of AP tourism department. I am still looking into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; child plays. Suddenly it is becoming darker with clouds getting closer. May be dark jealous clouds coming to trouble over those happy couple in the near time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sir?' i asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and at the same time picking up the phone. Its already dead. It happens here as it is very seclusive place in the village and even small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hurricane&lt;/span&gt; hits all the telephone poles down. Mobiles are always 'out of coverage area'. 'I am here buddy' said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a smile, coming just at the moment from the entrance. Buddy is his favorite word learned from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;indo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MBA friends. 'I think today we will know more darker truths inside us' he added pointing his finger to the sky, He was laughing loudly with the same simple blank look at the drifting, flapping, curling sheets of rain while putting his wet shoes into the shoe rack at the side of entrance gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Govind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. make two coffee' i ordered looking at that unpleasant weather. It was never like this in the monsoon from the day i came here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flopped into a chair beside me and started discussing the plans.. we started taking coffee and went in deep thoughts with past year charts. Suddenly, we listened to the thumping pound on the door. All our eyes stopped to stare on the young man at the door. 'Hi!! I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sudheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' he said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;deftly&lt;/span&gt; giving a hand shake to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; large, brown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt; were studying the stranger with curiosity or doubt or may be both. He is a tall man, may be 24 odd years old, with the handsome face and bouffant hairstyle of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Telugu&lt;/span&gt; movie star. He looked like a gentleman on the first look. 'Sorry!! Its heavily raining outside. I hope i am not disturbing you'. Looking into my eyes, confirming his point, he added 'we are from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sakineti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;palli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 150 KM from here on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;other side&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;godavari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We came here to visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;durga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; temple at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;balaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pet' stared showing his wife on his back side at the door step. She is really a beautiful girl. She was slender, with black, shoulder-length hair, and pale skin. Although, she wasn't tall, her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;square&lt;/span&gt; shoulders and straight-backed posture, with both feet planted firmly part, gave her a quietly determined physical presence. She was wearing a cotton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;chudidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, black low-heeled shoes. She also wore a shawl backwards, with the double mane of the liquid fabric twirling and fluttering at her back. All her clothes were in different shades of white, which became completely wet in the rain. She is shivering a little bit. Looking at us, she moved little to the the back side of the young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Suddenly my bike got into troubles. Its very cold outside. So, if you could permit us, we would to like to come inside' his hands are giving all actions showing his bike, wife and request while his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;infectitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; smile moving into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; hearts. 'What you do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sudheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sakineti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;palli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started his police questions. 'I am working in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;TBK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plastics as a assistant manager. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prerana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. my fiancee' said giving little stress to letters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; '..and we are going to marry in next month'. 'Are you lovers?' next doubt came from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. While, y&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;oung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Boy was giving a 'No' expression from his face., She is giving a pinch at the back of the young boy right hand with a cute smile. It was not out of sight for all of us. 'Its okay' i stopped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar after our introductions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Go to that room' showed the left side room from the door step. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Govind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! give them towels.. you can take rest here' i offered. Young man gave a gentle smile with thanks in his eyes. They quietly entered into that room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Govind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave them towels and also hot coffee. They became fresh in another half-an-hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our room is far from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; room, we can listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; conversation. We became curious and started listening to conversation at the other side of the door after our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So, What is the most important thing you need from your husband me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;' he is showing himself with his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I want to be like a baby in your hands and you should be like a boy and we should always play like kids' she has given a cute smile putting her three fingers from right hand on her left hand parallelly moving her head 3 times up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; madam. I am glad to hear that.' he clapped ' So, what you have liked in me?' There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; in his mind to know the things from his fiancee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are a very good listener. And that's dangerous, because its hard to resist a freaky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tweaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like me. Being listened to- really being listened to-is the second best thing in this world and that too for a girl' Cute smile continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then, what is first best thing in this world??' young boy asked the question that just framed first time in my mind. Probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know... That is already present between us.. It's love.. and being loved for a girl is always best thing for her.. tube light ha ha' I was happy listening to it remembering the air walk i had in the morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nivedita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Anand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pictures already moving in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; agree to it. Power is best thing in this world' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Prabhakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blushed her aside in a harsh voice cutting our quietness in the young people conversation. Even we listen to their voice, our voice will not reach to that room as we have windows in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh is it?' I asked, laughing.'What about sex?' i know this guy sees a worst rate movie 10 times just because of a swimming pool scene of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;heroine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No. Apart from the biology, sex is all about power. That's why it's such a rush and hush &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hush' I&lt;/span&gt; laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;again 'So&lt;/span&gt;, what about love?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You all wrong' he said with terse finality.'love is the opposite of power. That's why i fear it so much.' He said asking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt; to bring 2 beer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;bottles&lt;/span&gt; from the fridge in the corner and taking glasses from the ground below the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I think its commitment to your soul is best thing in this world.' nivedita came into my mind and framed those words ' What you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt;.I think i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to ask you?' finally i asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Govind&lt;/span&gt; knowing his ideas while he moving towards fridge 'You got me right sir. Money is the best thing in this world' he suggested lazily 'and we both be right sir..' showing his hand towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt; 'Every sane and rational person one day realizes that money is almost every thing. Its the money that keeps us going towards power and the lack of it drives under the great wheel.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like my parents..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You do not understand what i am talking about, don't you? Real power. The power to make men shine like stars and crush the women to dust' his hands going into top as always when he becomes expressive into the arguments. Now i got the reason why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt; so negative in every thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So whats second best thing?' i cut the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; as i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt; doesn't agree to others.&lt;br /&gt;'Freedom' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Freedom from what?' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt; asked opening the fridge which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;increased&lt;/span&gt; the light in the room and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;curiousity&lt;/span&gt; in my mind for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;prabhakar&lt;/span&gt; answer. 'Freedom to say NO. Freedom to say No to this question. If you have got that much freedom, you really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need any thing' he laughed gently for the first time. i am almost amused to his reply. We all laughed out loud again as beer arrived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt; hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussion is still going in the far end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I am happy to know that a crazy girl is loving and marrying me' i listened to the young boy voice coming from long end when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt; poured beer into the glasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'ha ha..Craziness is the basis for creation of every fine relationship sir' husky voice replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just 1 day back ... Day 2 of unending events.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was evening 6.30.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'How could you do that? Are you really a human? Did you do that worst thing what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;govind&lt;/span&gt; told to the villagers?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Bhaskar&lt;/span&gt;, I am asking you only. Tell me its a lie please' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nivedita&lt;/span&gt; crying on me putting her hands around my cheeks and searching the truth in my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know..I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know' screams coming from my heart and mouth at the same time. But it was much louder from the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'What does that mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bhaskar&lt;/span&gt;?' she is shouting. Now, Her hands left my cheek alone. her eyes bewildered with my answer. Her large eye brows reaching centre of her fore-head. A cute child i have seen in last 7 years is shouting and becoming like a crazy maniac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Craziness is basis of every fine relationship sir&lt;/em&gt;' husky voice whirling around my mind like a twister. '&lt;em&gt;Craziness is also basis to end every fine relationship&lt;/em&gt;' my heart is telling to my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_106" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know.. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_107" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know. i CANT do it.. Oh god... i am very sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_108" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;niv&lt;/span&gt;... oh god.. please leave me alone..please leave me alone gaaa..gaaa..' Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some feelings are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you. And that soul is just in front of me listening to my shame from my own mouth now. Oh god!!! please help me.... &lt;em&gt;'please tell me this is all dream' my mind said.. 'no a night mare' my heart screamed into its own.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it was all there, in her lovely face,. in my soul's face. The beautiful curvy lines, high on her cheeks, now became dams to keep the tears flowing like a river from her eyes. Determination stiffening the defiant thrust of her chin. The monstrous and pitiable silent understanding between us that no 'cute' happiness exists later is moving away with monsoon showers showing the path for sooner or later of sorrowing and death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I am leaving now' She closed her fist and blasted empty air as hard as she can. I closed my eyes and blasted my abundant tears as hard as i can. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_109" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Niv&lt;/span&gt;.. please leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_110" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;anand&lt;/span&gt; at least' i know what she is going to do.. i am seeing in her red determined eyes into the unending sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_111" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pleeaaa&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_112" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; leave us you bastard.. you dirty dog...you crazy miscreant..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_113" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; you understand what you have done' i haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_114" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;seen&lt;/span&gt; her like that even in my wildest dreams after our marriage . My legs moved two steps backwards reluctantly admitting that i lost in this death game. 'I can not help' my hands said to my mind which is loosing its sensation. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_115" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pleeeee&lt;/span&gt;...see nivv.......gaa...gaaa' sound ended at my nose and then flown into my tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'What are tears?' my mind asked. 'When happiness or sorrowing reaches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_116" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; extreme.. the sensations which comes from eyes are called tears' reply came from the salty heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How could i do this? i never know.. May be i haven't. I need to know the truth before i go to the police station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*************************************************&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today Morning ... Day 3 of ending events..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was morning 6.30.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was watching the waves at sea. It's breeze is still fresh like a drop of water on the tongue of snake. Yes! this sea is sensory deprivation tank for my soul. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_117" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Anand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_118" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Anand&lt;/span&gt;' my wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_119" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nivedita&lt;/span&gt; dead body is still laughing on my 5 year old kid, floating on the dead sea.. There is no sense of pain, no regret or shame. She do not have no feelings of guilt or grief, no depression, and no desire. Her every atom entered into a sleeping universe. Insensible stillness and peace dispersed her fear and my suffering. Thoughts drifted like ocean weeds and vanished in the distant, grey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_120" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;somnolent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_121" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;unperceieved&lt;/span&gt; and indeterminable waves. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_122" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;There'd&lt;/span&gt; been no funeral for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_123" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;anand&lt;/span&gt; because no body found for villagers, to bury. His body is disappeared in the night as completely as a flared, exhausted star. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first, when we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_124" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt; love some one, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should really fear about thier death infront of your eyes. It crushes your breath from your chest. Your heart drowns in a sorrow where it never ends. No laughter.. and no sleep. What ever the reason, you will feel dishearteningly alone in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I lost my soul. I LOST MY SOUL. This sea has already taken 4 souls in 4 directions in last 2 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Nivedita.... please come back.. i haven't done any..' no soul is there to do the crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*************************************************&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just 2 days back.... Day 1 of unending events..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I think today we will know more darker truths inside us'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was night 9.30.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'So whats second best thing?' i cut the arguement as i know prabhakar doesn't agree to others.&lt;br /&gt;'Freedom'&lt;br /&gt;'Freedom from what?' govind asked opening the fridge which increasd the light in the room.&lt;br /&gt;'Freedom to say NO. Freedom to say No to this question. If you have got that much freedom, you really dont need any thing' he laughed gently for the first time. i am almost amused to his reply. We all laughed out loud again as Beer arrived in govind hands... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Discussion is still going in the far end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I am happy to know that a crazy girl is loving and marrying me' i listened to the young boy voice coming from long end when govind poured beer into the glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'ha ha..Craziness is the basis for creation of every fine relationship sir' a husky &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; voice replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cheers!!! Salute to the freedom we have' Prabhakar drank half of the long glass, let out a loud, wide-mouthed sigh of pleasure and then drank the rest. He laughed out loud again while taking 5 more beer bottles into his mouth. It was a peculiarly high-pitched laugh, harsh and almost hysterical. He slapped me hard on the back, spilling a little of his next drink. He came close to my ear with inch between his mouth and my ear.. 'Ha.. you know bhaskar.. I know you and your eyes.. she is beautiful man she really is!!! That bloody sudheer is lucky guy naaa haaaa' giving sweet sounds with that haaa. I admitted that he read what is there in my mind. But what i am doing? The first rule of the mind every where is never let any one know what you're thinking. But prabhakar's corollary to this rule was 'always know what others think'. I certainly admire his great personality. But, i do not like his ideas when he drinks and looses senses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Keep cool dude.. get marry as soon as possible. you will change from this perversion' i put my hand on his left arm to make him clam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'what buddy.. did i suggest that we do some thing crazy now...why are you putting that special tag to me.. i do watch stupid movie just for 1 scene because i like them that way.i just said She is damn sexy man.. nothing else. Now, you get control... control buddy' his voice is not controllable now. He is rubbing my hands hard. Govind is also laughing with him 'Yes sirr.. she is really sexy in that white wet dress'. I dont know if the couple are listening to these people cheap dailogues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Okay okay.. i agree... so what are the plans in office for tomorrow?' i want to change the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'hey buddy.. dont change the topic now' he read my mind second time 'just tell us buddy she is sexy.. i think you haven't seen her properly'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'okay dude!.. you drank too much.. we should leave now before its getting late' i glared over them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I don't care buddy..First tell me she is sexy then i promise to leave.. why don't you tell that simple word man?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'yes man.. she is sexy. come on lets leave.. its getting darker outside. This rain never ends in this season' i stood up from the chair moving it back. I have decided to close this topic here. I dont know what these guys do at this drunken crazy state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hit the door slowly with index finger on their door. 'Is rain stopped brother?' sudhir came out of the door with that gentle smile. 'No No.. we are leaving now.. If you want, i will leave at bus stand. It may not be safe here staying alone here' i said. He looked back towards prerana naughtily. He went inside room and came back.'No brother, we wont get bus at this time.. Its very dark also and any way, i need to come back tomorrow again for my bike.. rather than that we will stay here tonight and get my bike right ..we will leave tomorrow morning, if it is not a problem for you' I understood his meaning and want to get these guys out as soon as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay sudhir.. make sure you locked the door while you are leaving.Its automatic' i noted down his bike number on my note-book for safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Come on prabhakar!.. lets leave'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'haaa.. this guyyy' prabahakar sighed loud while leaving the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Thanks guys' sudhir went inside. We reached our cars. I stood until prabhakar started his car and govind sat in his near seat. Then i started my car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'We are alone.. So what is the plan pre-ra-naaaa' Sudhir pushed his sweet heart slowly on to the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'A drink.. i dont want to forget this night. You should make it unforgettable night in my whole life'  said prerana while kissing on his cheeks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'wow.. you are too much for me maam' bowed sudhir.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He came towards fridge in the front room.. An unforeseen beast inside me whom even i do not know just standing behind him in that dark gloomy light of hall. I am not able to recognize what i am doing with the beer bottle in my hand.  My mind is not under control. All prabhakar and govind comments increased my heart beats and exitement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He opened the fridge door to glance at my cat-blue eyes. He collapsed at the next moment when the beet bottle in my hand hit his head straight away.  Beast inside me entered in to the bed room. Pre-ra-naaa looked horrified first time looking me in the bed room at that time. 'Sudhir ..' her voice stopped seeing the blood in my hands. Recognizing what i have done, she is praying me 'please brother leave me' putting her hands towards my deserted drunken mind with innocence.All her face cells are contravening towards the centre of her nose in that cry.  But, beast not under control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'You bitch!! Haven't you listened to my brother words earlier...your hubby' i forgotten what civilization teached me in my own words in the past 34 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it closed my eyes finally.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now... Ending the event.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started writing a note 'It took me a 34 years long time and most of the world, to learn what i know about the good and bad and the choices make, but the worst of it came to me in an impulse, while...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'A single word - can kill hundreds of solidiers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A single word - can make thousands stand and&lt;br /&gt;shout &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A single mistake - can make a man into gandhi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A single mistake - can make a man into a beast..&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its always the choice you take at the end.&lt;em&gt;The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing that you will make one. Commiting no mistake is best thing in this world&lt;/em&gt;' I ended the note thinking at least some other person will learn from this momentary impulse which costed lives of two lovers and a 'cute' family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'What is mistake?' my mind asked. At Last, My heart went into a long silence........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My note is flying in the air curling and swinging in the fresh evening breeze and reached the place where my little anand played foot ball laughing with nivedita. my dead body still can smell thier beautiful sweet smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/34316987-272184951967580770?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/272184951967580770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/12/3-small-days-of-unending-events.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/272184951967580770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/272184951967580770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/12/3-small-days-of-unending-events.html' title='3 small days of unending events'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-4003647138203925619</id><published>2006-11-30T22:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:54:35.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me? A poet? Nah'/><title type='text'>Addam Lo neevu</title><content type='html'>Again a bit revolutionary.. but can't help fromposting here.. any way, now i am not writing any more poems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addam Mundu Nilabadi Choosukunnava??&lt;br /&gt;Alaanti Maamulu Addamlo andam gane kanapadatavu&lt;br /&gt;Hrudayantahralaloloni addam lo choosuko&lt;br /&gt;neeku nuvvu ela kanapadutunnavu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andamaina Poola thota lagana??&lt;br /&gt;Ayithe neevu adbuthamaina mattulo&lt;br /&gt;jogutunnavu.. chuttu vunna prapancchani&lt;br /&gt;sariga parikinchaleni neevu guddi vaadive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirmala Maina sarassu lagana??&lt;br /&gt;jagana vunna neethi andamga&lt;br /&gt;ardham chesukunna neeku neevu&lt;br /&gt;prashantha maina sarassu laagane kanipistavu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maharshi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-4003647138203925619?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/4003647138203925619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/12/addam-lo-neevu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4003647138203925619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4003647138203925619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/12/addam-lo-neevu.html' title='Addam Lo neevu'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-4896488472123439543</id><published>2006-11-30T22:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:52:48.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me? A poet? Nah'/><title type='text'>Entidi????</title><content type='html'>Ee..&lt;br /&gt;Tappu cheyaleda??&lt;br /&gt;Edirincha leva??&lt;br /&gt;Piriki Tanama??&lt;br /&gt;Tappu Cheyanappudu&lt;br /&gt;Lokapu Rhujhu Vasanalu Peelachalevu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo...&lt;br /&gt;Tappu Chesava??&lt;br /&gt;Ayithe Matram ...&lt;br /&gt;Tappu Cheyani Vaadu&lt;br /&gt;Lokamlo migilada???&lt;br /&gt;Baagu Padalani vunnappudu&lt;br /&gt;lokaniki bayapadaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aa...&lt;br /&gt;Tappuni Oppantava??&lt;br /&gt;Marinkemiti??&lt;br /&gt;Andaru Anthe&lt;br /&gt;Andaritho paatu neevu&lt;br /&gt;Nee rootu marchukoku&lt;br /&gt;Atlane Mattilo Kalisipo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maharshi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-4896488472123439543?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/4896488472123439543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/12/entidi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4896488472123439543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/4896488472123439543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/12/entidi.html' title='Entidi????'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-1562956390843861110</id><published>2006-09-27T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T02:05:52.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Frndz-forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Friends forever,” you promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Together till the end.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We did everything with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was sad, you were by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was scared, you felt my fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were my best support -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I needed you, you were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were the greatest friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You always knew what to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You made everything seem better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As long as we had each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything would be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But somewhere along the line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We slowly came apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was here, you were there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It tore a hole in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things were changing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our cheerful music reversed its tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was like having salt without pepper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sun without its moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly we were miles apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two different people, with nothing the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was as if we hadn’t been friends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although we knew deep in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neither one of us was to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You had made many new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And luckily, so had I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But that didn’t change the hurt -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The loss of our friendship made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As we grow older, things must change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But they don’t always have to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though it is different, now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You will always be my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is for you .. to all my frndz-forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-1562956390843861110?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/1562956390843861110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/frndz-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/1562956390843861110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/1562956390843861110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/frndz-forever.html' title='Frndz-forever'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-5160629795212483808</id><published>2006-09-19T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T04:36:26.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes About Wifes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- David Bissonette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sacha Guitry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside desperate to get out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Montaigne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;br /&gt;By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Socrates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;br /&gt;A happy marriage is a matter of giving and taking; the husband gives and the wife takes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Dumas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is,"What does a woman want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Freud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;br /&gt;The gods gave man fire and he invented fire engines.They gave him love and he invented marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sam Kinison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- James Holt McGavran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The secret of a successful marriage is not to be at home too much." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Colin Chapman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I haven't spoken to my wife in years. I didn't want to interrupt her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Rodney Dangerfield &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me and the second one didn't." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Patrick Murray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My wife doesn't care what I do away from home, as long as I don't enjoy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The husband who wants a happy marriage should learn to keep his mouth shut and his checkbook open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Groucho Marx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My wife only has 2 complaints. Nothing to wear and not enough closet space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Henny Youngman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Milton Berle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;============ ========= ========= ============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Compiled by Maharshi Bammardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-5160629795212483808?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/5160629795212483808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/quotes-about-wifes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/5160629795212483808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/5160629795212483808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/quotes-about-wifes.html' title='Quotes About Wifes'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-6242726195433037282</id><published>2006-09-16T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T11:01:51.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madan Fun'/><title type='text'>(B)last Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All the characters in this story are fictious and do not bear resemblance to any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;person living, dead or still reading. Or to any stories written, thought of or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in the process of being written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(B) Last Moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘I want to die’, ‘I want to die’…I shouted. People around me were busy working. Even through the noisy environment in my lab everybody could hear me. Everybody was staring at me. I shouted again… ‘I want to die’. These were my words after I read Maharshi baava’s story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I can’t take this story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Death will be my last pain. But for sure no greater pain than what I had undergone reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Death is a reality.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom from all the stories to come.&lt;br /&gt;Certainty for all readers.&lt;br /&gt;A satisfaction for the shameless writer.&lt;br /&gt;Inevitable for any reader.&lt;br /&gt;Eternal sleep, similar to the sleep you get after bed time stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears rolling down from my &lt;strong&gt;chubby cheeks&lt;/strong&gt;. I was scratching my &lt;strong&gt;dimple chin&lt;/strong&gt;. My &lt;strong&gt;rosy lips&lt;/strong&gt; were dry. I was sick to the back &lt;strong&gt;teeth within&lt;/strong&gt;. The shock made my &lt;strong&gt;curly hair&lt;/strong&gt; stand straight. I turned pale looking &lt;strong&gt;very fair&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teachers pet is that you? Yes, yes, yes. (Ref: A nursery generally recited in kindergarten.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish no other reader should ever end his/her life this way. &lt;em&gt;Oh god, we thank you for the day for helping me in my work and play&lt;/em&gt;. This was my last request. &lt;em&gt;(Ref: Our school prayer)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked at a poster on the wall. It was a beautiful poster of two kids. The guy was kissing the girl. I felt I will do it for the first and the last time with this beautiful girl sitting on the computer right beside me. I couldn’t believe myself I did it. But I had made a mistake; I didn’t notice the poster on the other wall on my room which the girl was watching. It was another beautiful poster in which a little girl was bashing up a kid black and blue and to be frank any color possible in 256 bit high resolution colors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She did it for the last time. But I was not feeling anything. I was losing all sensations, senses, census, every possible damn thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had already read the story by that time. My mind didn’t want to come back into control. I felt like dancing to the number ‘LOOSE CONTROL’…. No, no, this can’t happen… come back into my control. I need to finish this story. Come back into my control. Yes I can do it. I can finish this story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No I cannot, I am out of control. All I can remember is those wonderful childhood days, when my grandmother would tell me all those beautiful stories. But I want to stop her. Not only her, stop everybody who tell their kids bedtime stories. Because of them children develop these interests in stories. This interest is what causes children to read new stories when there is nobody to tell them stories. They read and bring upon themselves this painful and inevitable death, which I pray god &lt;em&gt;even enemy shouldn’t get&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ref: True translation of a famous Telugu proverb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot forget those nights when I was told stories. And I cannot forget especially that night, when I couldn’t find any sleep. Turning and tossing in bed. Finally I decided I would call up my grandmother for a story. I was already addicted to these stories. For me, now ‘No story’ meant ‘No sleep’. My grandmother wouldn’t pick her phone up. I think it must have been on silent. I called up the bed time story service on my mobile phone. It was not helping my cause. But I still had the feeling deep down that I would definitely find sleep if I continued listening to the story, and I was. I started walking listening to the story. I walked 15 kms listening to the story. And now I find myself in the middle of the road a few kilometers away from the city. The mobile turned itself off with the battery dying down. I tried to put the mobile back into my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alas! No pockets, I wasn’t wearing anything except for the boxer shorts I wear when I go to bed. The auto driver was quizzical/enthusiastic/inquisitive (Choose the best possible word) when I asked him to go to my house. He replied, "How do I know your house sir?" with an expression on his face I couldn’t or never would be able to read. I said, ‘Duffer… I would accompany you’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey where am I? I have to finish this story. A story that needs to come to an end before its readers would. My brain is working like a F1 car at a pit stop. The engine’s on but of no use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am back into control for the last and final time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The message I would like to give to all you people is don’t, please don’t tell your kids bed time stories. They get addicted to it. So much so that they want stories every night. They would do anything to get that story. Anything to the extent that they would start reading anything to get a good nights sleep. If one dose is not enough they read through the story again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally they find a story like this and sleep forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Maharshi bammardi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U are gr8 my bammardi.. kudos 2 u in my craziness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-6242726195433037282?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/6242726195433037282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/blast-moments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/6242726195433037282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/6242726195433037282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/blast-moments.html' title='(B)last Moments'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-5961112098363223284</id><published>2006-09-16T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T10:05:41.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddy reply for manovilasam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vyju,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So nee poem ki evaru respond kaledu ante daaniardham tappu ammailadi. endukante nuvve annavu abbailuaithe abbailu raasina daaniki respond avutunnarani. sodaanni batti chooste nuvvu raasinappudu ammailusarigga respond kaavatam ledanukunta.aina abbailu atla emi cheyaru. edo vallaku ardamkani basha aipoye sariki response ivvaledemo.kavitha ante simple ga undaalifor example idi choodu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ee kavitha nene raasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;indulo untundi choodu praasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deeniki pogadthalenduku aasa, dosaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aha emi raasa, emi raasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Maharshi Bammardi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-5961112098363223284?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/5961112098363223284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/maddy-reply-for-manovilasam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/5961112098363223284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/5961112098363223284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/maddy-reply-for-manovilasam.html' title='Maddy reply for manovilasam'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-175176202588327053</id><published>2006-09-15T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T04:20:44.668-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Naa Manovilasam by vyju</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daricheraleni dooram mana madhya vunna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na manovegam todaina vela ee..&lt;br /&gt;Sudurale sameepalu ..&lt;br /&gt;Teeyani madhura smrtulu nee talapuna medilina vela ..&lt;br /&gt;Nee chiru pedavula&lt;br /&gt;darahasam ..&lt;br /&gt;Na manovilasam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too good right.. ya that our poetress 'vijaya'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-175176202588327053?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/175176202588327053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/naa-manovilasam-by-vyju.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/175176202588327053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/175176202588327053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/naa-manovilasam-by-vyju.html' title='Naa Manovilasam by vyju'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-115812722935742790</id><published>2006-09-13T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:15:49.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books Review'/><title type='text'>Books I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Angels &amp; Demons – Dan Brown: &lt;/strong&gt;I ranked on top of "The Da Vinci Code" by same author because Angels &amp;amp; Demons deals with events in a fine grip than Da Vinci code though “The Da Vinci Code” is an equally interesting novel. This novels mixes science and religion with complete ease. A MUST READ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown:&lt;/strong&gt; No Introductions required for this novel. World famous novel. You can not stop this novel if it is your first novel. Only these two novels (1 &amp; 2) from this author are interesting. Other two “Digital Fortress”, “Deception Point” are pretty let downs compared to these two novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Fountain Head – Ayn Rand:&lt;/strong&gt; I read it because lot of friends told me about this novel. Though the novel seems a bit sarcastic about the present philosophy, I felt the things described in the novel are not realistic &amp;amp; some times even felt that author lived in her own world of objectivism which is almost impossible now. But, main interesting thing in this novel, even though it is written in 1940s, it is still pretty close to present genre &amp; readable. I tried reading “Ulysses”, “a portrait of the artist as a young man”,by james joyce, which are similarly pretty old novels. But, I couldn’t relate my self through those novels. So I put this great novel (from people verdict) at this place. It might take some time for me to go through these novels again. I am thinking of taking one more famous novel of Ayn Rand “Atlas Shrugged” in next one or two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) The Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie:&lt;/strong&gt; Man! You need to bow to this man. He writes really long sentences with all the words for which you need to have a dictionary. I even remember sentences of 1 page long with out full stop. I can say his novel itself is a “dictionary of ideas”. Total novel discusses about all geo-socio-political issues with complete ease and with complete “dictionary words” (it will be very good GRE stuff). I may need to read it second timeL for pukka-understanding. I can say it well deserves book of bookers (best booker book in 25 years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) 5 Point some one – Chetan Bhagat:&lt;/strong&gt; Hilarious. Funny though seems not plausible in real scenario. Some chapters (student found with dept head’s daughter definitely draws giggles from you. I doubt if he had any thing (bad story) with his dept head). Unstoppable. You can complete this in one day. Simple language is its asset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) God of Small Things – Arundhati Roy: &lt;/strong&gt;Couldn’t find it interesting though completed slowly. Pretty small story written like a novel. No twists. You just need to find beauty in the words. A different kind of novelist. It will be a bad experience if you are amateur novel reader (like me when I read it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) The Rule of Four – Ian Caldwell:&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t misled by reading the reviews for this novel. You may need to decipher this book with Standard English dictionary. Some 150 pages out of 400 are non-stop story “About man trying to achieve his love in the dream”. Lot of historical facts is given inside the story. But, you will love some punches like “Poliphilo admits having sex with buildings. At least once, he claims the pleasure was mutual”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Deception Point &amp;amp; Digital Fortress – Dan brown:&lt;/strong&gt; waste novels. Don’t even dare to read digital fortress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Maharshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-115812722935742790?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/115812722935742790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/books-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/115812722935742790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/115812722935742790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/books-i-love.html' title='Books I love'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34316987.post-115812693126145042</id><published>2006-09-13T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:15:57.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Stories'/><title type='text'>Last Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I want to die' I said in extreme silence. Even a pin drop can create enormous disturbance in our ears in that moment..'I want to die' I screamed.. 'i want ..... to ....die.. i want to die.. I WANT TO DIE' words are echoing in full swing around room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Yes.. We can't face this dirty society' She said in the echoes with eyes closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Death will be our last pain.. we will get relief forever from this world' i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Death is a reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A freedom from this non-believers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Certainity for all lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Satisfaction for shameless god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A new beginning for our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its inevitable for any lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An eternal Sleep from this loveless world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An Illusion to our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its the only joy we can celebrate alone ALONE and forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pain for us Relief for all our troublemongers...' I added in that empty room filled with our pure hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I can not live with out uuuu... ' she cried. Tears are rolling on her chubby cheeks. Those are beutiful rosy chubby cheeks.. Tears flowing from her beautiful round face to the ground. Bottles of sleeping pills scattered in the corner of that dark room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I wish no other lovers should have this kind of end in the future.. oh god. Its my last request.. Please do not give the kind of troubles we got, to any other lovers. we know we are not using the chance you have given us and stopping ourselves in the mid of life but we can not live with out each other...we are sorry' I said closing my hands together with kness on the ground. Already my mouth is getting dry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I want that last time' she said showing a childs picture on the wall. Childs are kissing each other on thier cheeks.I kissed her.. Nothing was there in my mind.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was last time our minds are having some sensations.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the last time she was feeling sensuous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the last time i am feeling nervous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the last time we both feeling utmost beautiful human touch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the last time ..... IT WAS THE LAST TIME ............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we already took 50 sleeping tablets each by that time. Our minds are slowly moving away from the control and our bodies are loosing thier senses one by one forgetting what is happening outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can not forget those unending calls all over the scenary nights with beatiful stars and moon on sky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can not forget those coffee sips on the morning time in the remote village..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can not forget the sign langague we used between us so that no body reconizes our calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can not forget those endless nights with out sleep in sadness and empty look on the walls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we can not forget that first dinner we took in 'SUMITRA' Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can not forget prayers to all the gods to make our love successful in our city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can not forget all the exitment we faced when we told 'I Love You' to each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can not forget .... WE CAN NOT FORGET .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We both were pefect for each other on any horizon.. no feelings for any lovers please.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had walked 10 km while talking to her over the phone on my third call in the night... and auto driver was quizzical when i asked to him to go to my room... It was 3AM in the midnight.. I dont have purse with me except a phone which was switched off because charge is over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am able to feel the dryness on her lips.. her beutiful lips.. and a beautiful smile. I can forget that pleasant smile. She used to go on the road in white chudidar when i am waiting for her on the other side of the road. She sees me on off-side with out turning her face and her rolling eyes just becomes more catchy. Her beutiful smile enlightens my heart. I will just die for that one moment. I WILL JUST DIE.I can't explain my exitment when she smiles. I want to hear that in the phone all the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slowly her hand loosing control on my arms. She was becoming unconsious. My eyes are getting closed but her eyes are infront of me just like a ray of hope in the dark tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;We are able to listen to each other heartbeats.. I had listened her heartbeat last time when i told her 'I Love U'. I presented her a diamond rind when i told her my feelings. That daimond ring has my intial along with hers on it. she was crying holding my hands strongly.. i can't forget how people looked at us at that time.. I dont know what should i do... my heart was racing like F1 Car. I am able to listen my heart sound clearly.. She hasn't said a single word. She rested her head on me.. I was a coward. I took long time to tell her my feelings.. she was waiting for that from long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally heartbeats became countable. 'I LO... VE........ U RAAAAA'.. both of us said at same time.. And they were our LAST words............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Death is always an ultimate penalty for the lovers. Hope, it wouldn't continue in future.. I can not give justification of every step we have taken in this journey. But, as far as, we are concerned, we have justified our love with current decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Maharshi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34316987-115812693126145042?l=unlockcraziness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/feeds/115812693126145042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-moments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/115812693126145042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34316987/posts/default/115812693126145042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unlockcraziness.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-moments.html' title='Last Moments'/><author><name>Maharshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01089844738409408348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
