<?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-6850641</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:27:38.006-07:00</updated><category term='india trip'/><title type='text'>dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>my dreams and me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-73738480268466744</id><published>2009-12-02T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:15:02.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>restarting sketching ... &lt;br /&gt;here's what I did y'day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxaSQcQqp6I/AAAAAAAAATM/CxwbeAU0Inc/s1600-h/dalmations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxaSQcQqp6I/AAAAAAAAATM/CxwbeAU0Inc/s400/dalmations.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410672813493888930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-73738480268466744?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/73738480268466744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2009/12/restarting-sketching.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/73738480268466744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/73738480268466744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2009/12/restarting-sketching.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxaSQcQqp6I/AAAAAAAAATM/CxwbeAU0Inc/s72-c/dalmations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-6835183936399694209</id><published>2009-02-04T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:50:40.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india trip'/><title type='text'>Trip to God’s own country 2</title><content type='html'>I am home playing soccer with my niece and nephew. &lt;br /&gt;My nephew is playing soccer and I am playing "how a football feels when it goes flying towards a goal post".&lt;br /&gt;My niece is playing horse riding and I am playing "how a horse's back feels after carrying an hour of riding" . Now I know why a horse stands on four legs and not 2. After an hour of being a horse.. you would too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my brother looks happy and doesn't have the usual stooping and back pain. For me .. bengay .. moov.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God's own country, you will feel like your are floating in bed when sleeping.. all thanks to your neighborhood mosquitoes. &lt;br /&gt;The mosquito have all won heavy weight titles, with appetite to match and lifting me all a day's job for them. Still they believe in sharing.. so 100 work together instead of 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-6835183936399694209?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/6835183936399694209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip-to-gods-own-country-2.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/6835183936399694209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/6835183936399694209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip-to-gods-own-country-2.html' title='Trip to God’s own country 2'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-3610851235311902356</id><published>2009-01-18T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T04:46:56.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to god’s own country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me on phone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Hi Dad. Its me .. Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; New Year was 12 hours ago. Who are you telling me this late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; It's me your son Jeseem, calling from USA. New Year started here only now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; Jasin .. good that you called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me (wondering): &lt;/span&gt;its time to go to India for a visit, before dad forgets my name and starts calling me Basin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So started my trip plan for India after 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;After the usual looking at myriad options to travel through and airlines,&lt;br /&gt;And dreaming of stopovers and breaks in 5 countries for a 2 week visit to India,&lt;br /&gt;I calculated that I will be able to spend at most 2 days in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Dad. Me flying in a week. On way I have a stopover at Amsterdam for 2 days, then spending 2 days in paris..&lt;br /&gt;I will end up having 2 full days in my home. I have to spend around 5 hours at home finishing my office work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom ( in background): &lt;/span&gt;Why don't we go to USA. That way we can spend 6 months with our boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months.. with no night outs.. a shudder ran through me and the reaction was instant&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dad, I decided to directly fly to India and will spend a month there. I have already booked tickets, so can't change plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how old you grow, your parents always know how to outsmart you. ( 'cause they are growing older )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-3610851235311902356?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/3610851235311902356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2009/01/visit-to-gods-own-country.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/3610851235311902356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/3610851235311902356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2009/01/visit-to-gods-own-country.html' title='A visit to god’s own country'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-4976590503146951933</id><published>2008-07-28T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:40:59.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another office scene.. how projects are executed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SI6RQN_yxbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l0MQCt457CY/s1600-h/proejct_execution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SI6RQN_yxbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l0MQCt457CY/s400/proejct_execution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228275925244888498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-4976590503146951933?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/4976590503146951933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-office-scene-how-projects-are.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/4976590503146951933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/4976590503146951933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-office-scene-how-projects-are.html' title='another office scene.. how projects are executed'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SI6RQN_yxbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l0MQCt457CY/s72-c/proejct_execution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-4648644065761685013</id><published>2008-07-08T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:00:38.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SHOOxfr3LRI/AAAAAAAAALw/HiOXLRlL7vM/s1600-h/Get_Well_Soon_Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 343px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SHOOxfr3LRI/AAAAAAAAALw/HiOXLRlL7vM/s400/Get_Well_Soon_Bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220673374022741266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing a quick recovery for a good friend "Hirdu Maharaj".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-4648644065761685013?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/4648644065761685013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-well-soon.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/4648644065761685013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/4648644065761685013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-well-soon.html' title='Get Well Soon'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SHOOxfr3LRI/AAAAAAAAALw/HiOXLRlL7vM/s72-c/Get_Well_Soon_Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-311498756366324609</id><published>2008-02-15T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:19:23.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/R7XJhEtxleI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9JPrG5rqJWI/s1600-h/happy_valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/R7XJhEtxleI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9JPrG5rqJWI/s400/happy_valentine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257717516113378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing everyone a beautiful valentine with their loved ones :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-311498756366324609?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/311498756366324609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentine.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/311498756366324609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/311498756366324609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentine.html' title='happy Valentine'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/R7XJhEtxleI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9JPrG5rqJWI/s72-c/happy_valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-6529831531235227405</id><published>2008-02-07T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:45:09.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new year of rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/R6uJ0Gi49OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nkCLTVSe4NY/s1600-h/new_year2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/R6uJ0Gi49OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nkCLTVSe4NY/s400/new_year2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164372925913560290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a happy chinese new year&lt;br /&gt;and here's to welcoming the year of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-6529831531235227405?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/6529831531235227405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-of-rat.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/6529831531235227405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/6529831531235227405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-of-rat.html' title='the new year of rat'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/R6uJ0Gi49OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nkCLTVSe4NY/s72-c/new_year2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-8309959277372524707</id><published>2007-12-13T19:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:05:56.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/R2Hy5K4dhGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RMbJzk1unyo/s1600-h/IMAGE_044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/R2Hy5K4dhGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RMbJzk1unyo/s400/IMAGE_044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143659313421452386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my managers saw this and came and told me&lt;br /&gt;"I need to buy more winter cloths :) "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-8309959277372524707?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/8309959277372524707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-gift.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/8309959277372524707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/8309959277372524707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-gift.html' title='X&apos;mas gift'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/R2Hy5K4dhGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RMbJzk1unyo/s72-c/IMAGE_044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-315504460930184369</id><published>2007-11-27T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:18:35.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ check</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(219, 215, 210);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is 153&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eceae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;W&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;hat's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I am not lying for sure. I have been called a very sensitive person repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;And even said " hey you guess too easily"&lt;br /&gt;Good to see someone agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy after so much self-praise. ( I know its bad but a little self indulgance once in a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-315504460930184369?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/315504460930184369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/11/iq-check.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/315504460930184369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/315504460930184369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/11/iq-check.html' title='IQ check'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-4709544921034702581</id><published>2007-11-08T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:57:13.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RzPbdPTzqBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oWKENx4jHi0/s1600-h/diwali2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RzPbdPTzqBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oWKENx4jHi0/s320/diwali2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130685695877425170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a fire-cracker exploding Diwali.&lt;br /&gt;and Watch your tails ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-4709544921034702581?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/4709544921034702581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-diwali.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/4709544921034702581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/4709544921034702581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RzPbdPTzqBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/oWKENx4jHi0/s72-c/diwali2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-2038361943115027969</id><published>2007-11-02T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:36:08.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing a nice weekend</title><content type='html'>Restarting my sketching and blogging after a long long time...&lt;br /&gt;here one wishing you a nice weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RyuyEjyj-WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CwaqI58ElNo/s1600-h/weekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RyuyEjyj-WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CwaqI58ElNo/s320/weekend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128388392087976290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-2038361943115027969?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/2038361943115027969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/11/wishing-nice-weekend.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/2038361943115027969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/2038361943115027969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/11/wishing-nice-weekend.html' title='wishing a nice weekend'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RyuyEjyj-WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CwaqI58ElNo/s72-c/weekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-1014734252721221595</id><published>2007-07-29T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:17:03.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 facts about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The girl with a big beautiful eyes,  tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;I look again, and hey her eye looks big&lt;br /&gt;'cause she is peering at me from a camera lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine what her next request would be.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey can you jump from that high cliff..&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a photo of a guy falling. plzz... :)   "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a Japanese Beauty tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;She has a great smile, but her pics never show her  hands ( holding a  baseball bat.. now do the tag or else...  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okie so to the tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, everything about me is random, so this one will be easy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;On a moonlit night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend :&lt;/span&gt; hey , the moon is so full and bright. I always feel so strong emotionally on full moon night. Why do all people feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; hmm so on a new moon night, you will have no emotions. right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I am a master at pulling leg. Though I never do it before married guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. The love affair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a moonlit night, I looked at her. She had a shine.&lt;br /&gt;and the words escaped from me , like a silent murmur.&lt;br /&gt;" I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard a peel of laughter and someone rolling on the pavement not able to control her laughter. Finally she got up and said : How dare you express your love for your car before me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, dear mustang car of mine, we will always be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( as a sidenote, she is getting a new competition soon ;)  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;2. Dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;me ( wearing my new dress): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how do I look ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend: &lt;/span&gt;Like out of stone age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;hey, in stone age, humans didn't wear cloths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend: &lt;/span&gt;compared to what you are wearing, they looked better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have been doing the rounds of abercrombie and fitch, american eagle, aeropostle ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like to make good friends.&lt;br /&gt;And for good friends, I am always there to help.&lt;br /&gt;Now if a friend calls me and says, "hey I am stuck 100miles away. Can you come ? "&lt;br /&gt;He/She can be sure I will come there in 2 hrs to pick him up ( driving a rental BMW Z4 or a more pricier car, which ofcourse he will have to pay for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4. food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend: &lt;/span&gt;how can you always eat out. Don't you get bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me : &lt;/span&gt;how can you always eat @home. Don't you get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend: &lt;/span&gt;home food is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me : &lt;/span&gt;yeah it is, but when not you are cooking. Then I prefer restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like eating out always. Right from my college days. and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Besides its charity work , helping the poor cooks and waiters make a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5. young guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of female colleagues celebrating the lady finance managers birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a cake being cut and innocently walked in.&lt;br /&gt;so I was given a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me (to the b'day girl) : &lt;/span&gt;so how old are you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she : &lt;/span&gt;you shouldn't ask such a question, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me : &lt;/span&gt;you must be 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she : &lt;/span&gt;no I am 31 :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she turned 35 on that day :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague friend of mine and me sitting in coffee breakroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she :&lt;/span&gt; how old are you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me : &lt;/span&gt;you guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she : &lt;/span&gt;let me see. 24 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rolling on the floor laughing. Well she got it way wrong, but usually people get my age wrong by at least 3-4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6. wake-up service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone rings&lt;br /&gt;my friend picks it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend: &lt;/span&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me : &lt;/span&gt;hi , good morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend :&lt;/span&gt; but its saturday. why wake me up&lt;br /&gt;me: well I just wanted to trouble you in morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr,.... *phone slams down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep 5-6 hrs a day everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I don't get to see any free night movie screening ( dreams). Some people are so lucky, but not me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend : &lt;/span&gt;do you flirt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me : &lt;/span&gt;no .. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will a flirt ever admit that he flirts.&lt;br /&gt;I don't. I just call it passing a few honest compliments :-)&lt;br /&gt;And the best fun is to make someone soar in sky with so many praises and&lt;br /&gt;then bring her crashing down, with a little leg-pulling.&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteed to get you kicked every time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Mr. Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend : &lt;/span&gt;you are so strong&lt;br /&gt;I stand up and suck up all the air trying to show my inflated chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend ( with a smile) : &lt;/span&gt;I mean mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gracefully deflate myself&lt;br /&gt;Well part is true, I do have my low times. Thats about 1 day an year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-1014734252721221595?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/1014734252721221595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/07/8-facts-about-me.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/1014734252721221595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/1014734252721221595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/07/8-facts-about-me.html' title='8 facts about me'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-2099700844422635509</id><published>2007-07-21T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T09:16:19.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1031/748693640_0b8843ca09.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1031/748693640_0b8843ca09.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, got my internet connection back @home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few snaps of sunset from a recent trip to sequoia national park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1402/864359049_c64e230e47.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1402/864359049_c64e230e47.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1409/864359075_86231e51e9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1409/864359075_86231e51e9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/864359093_e59a20a748.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/864359093_e59a20a748.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-2099700844422635509?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/2099700844422635509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/07/short-trip.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/2099700844422635509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/2099700844422635509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/07/short-trip.html' title='sunset'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-7561854107381715311</id><published>2007-07-02T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:35:48.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a taste of married life - child safety</title><content type='html'>My sister has recently moved to California and her kids are joining her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sis&lt;/span&gt;: we need some child safety stuff. so do you know how to cover the heater, so your niece doesn't do her search of america, and discover the heating coil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh ..&lt;br /&gt;:-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you need help, you call up the experts.&lt;br /&gt;so I called a friends of mine who has 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; hello, need a help. I need to learn about child protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend:&lt;/span&gt; child protect.. ohho .. so u don't want a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; hey noo.. we already have a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend:&lt;/span&gt; what .... hey congrats.. u silent smart guy, when did this happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.... *cut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; hey , do u know about child proofing a room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend:&lt;/span&gt; why ? when did u have one ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; no no. not me . my nieces are coming, for their room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend:&lt;/span&gt; figures.. u have a child.. u can't even find a girl, dumb enough to go out with you .. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; ok ok .. do u know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend:&lt;/span&gt; ofcourse . its simple&lt;br /&gt;take the child away from the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr... *cut*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-7561854107381715311?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/7561854107381715311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/07/taste-of-married-life-child-safety.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/7561854107381715311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/7561854107381715311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/07/taste-of-married-life-child-safety.html' title='a taste of married life - child safety'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-7874516262873096348</id><published>2007-06-18T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:06:13.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting her</title><content type='html'>She had flown long and looked pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;I met her at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh she looked so cute.&lt;br /&gt;She coyly looked at me, the shy smile lit her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she came near,&lt;br /&gt;a little hesitant , out came those magic words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mama (uncle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my niece did recognize the uncle, who had given her cute puppies, which did woof woof , when you pressed a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick her up in my arms and she promptly cries .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mummy mummy ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am more than happy to hand her over to my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so ended the short meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the rest is for another post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-7874516262873096348?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/7874516262873096348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/06/meeting-her.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/7874516262873096348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/7874516262873096348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/06/meeting-her.html' title='meeting her'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-4779618616418811384</id><published>2007-06-05T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:12:16.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>calvin and hobbes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RmYX9iYtLSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fFhplMAqpzs/s1600-h/calvin_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RmYX9iYtLSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fFhplMAqpzs/s400/calvin_new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072768376249330978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another attempt at coloring my cubicle board.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of one of my old nicknames - hobbes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-4779618616418811384?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/4779618616418811384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/06/calvin-and-hobbes.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/4779618616418811384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/4779618616418811384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/06/calvin-and-hobbes.html' title='calvin and hobbes'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RmYX9iYtLSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fFhplMAqpzs/s72-c/calvin_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-741227031372967131</id><published>2007-05-26T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:38:14.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of a girl's bag</title><content type='html'>Like a child seeing a rabbit come out of a magician's hat, I have always wondered what will come out next, from a girl's bag next.&lt;br /&gt;Those cute looking bags ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be deceived by the looks, these bags are stress tested. Have you seen a girl pressing her purse in the midst of an emotional movie scene. Those soft hands can give a 300lb crushing pressure on the poor bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to find more.&lt;br /&gt;now past experience has told me, never to go on a hands-on approach. If you dare touch the bag, the high heals will touch your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with asking a little help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me (to a married guy):&lt;/span&gt; hey can you tell me what all contents you have seen come out of your wife's bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;married guy:&lt;/span&gt; after all these years,&lt;br /&gt;  I have seen only contents go into her bag, nothing comes out.&lt;br /&gt;  The bag just keeps gobbling and my purse just keeps emptying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; can you ask her the contents of her bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;married guy :&lt;/span&gt; *shivering* Nooooo!!! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me : &lt;/span&gt;you chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;married guy :&lt;/span&gt; you get married, then you will be (chicken too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to investigate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me  :&lt;/span&gt; hey can you tell me what all, you carry in your bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she: &lt;/span&gt;Nooo !!!&lt;br /&gt;   its private&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me : &lt;/span&gt;hey , you know what guy carries in his purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she : &lt;/span&gt;yaaa. guys are so unsophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;  being a girl is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; will you tell me the contents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she :&lt;/span&gt; NOO Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; Can I peek into you bag and see its contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she:&lt;/span&gt; if you try, you will get a good swing of the bag on your head.&lt;br /&gt;  mind you its heavy and painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave her. her bag looks real big and heavy ( and my head is too soft to handle its blow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I decide to ask someone who carries a small bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; hi, can you tell me what all you carry in your bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she :&lt;/span&gt; ohh .. why you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; just out of curiosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she :&lt;/span&gt; wells lots of stuff. it depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; like what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she :&lt;/span&gt; lots of stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; like face paper,  fragrances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she :&lt;/span&gt; gosh you guys are so unsophisticated. we have girly stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; what are these girly stuffs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she :&lt;/span&gt;  %@!*&amp;amp;(@###$%^@!#~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still clueless. But I do know one thing. Girl's bag are heavy and hard and when it hits you, it is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I did find this.&lt;br /&gt;what is more messy then a guy's room&lt;br /&gt;answer: a girl's bag. thats why she doesn't show it to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-741227031372967131?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/741227031372967131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/05/story-of-girls-bag.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/741227031372967131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/741227031372967131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/05/story-of-girls-bag.html' title='the story of a girl&apos;s bag'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-455259916453822580</id><published>2007-05-04T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:16:58.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating  WII</title><content type='html'>I hate this orkut.  ( and i hate myspace even more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently got a message on it from a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mr. smart guy&lt;/span&gt;:  hey are you still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dating WII&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a bunch of mails from everyone. Hey congrats finally you are settled. ( ofcourse all these are married friends, who are jealous of me,  being single. Grrr...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case your are wondering who is wii,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks small,&lt;br /&gt;but she is so interesting&lt;br /&gt;and gets me tired everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my Nitendo gaming console WII  ( more like xbox and PS3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with friends like these, who needs enemies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-455259916453822580?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/455259916453822580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/05/dating-wii.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/455259916453822580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/455259916453822580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/05/dating-wii.html' title='Dating  WII'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-3592186908918351406</id><published>2007-04-20T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:24:57.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakuna Matata</title><content type='html'>just when you have a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;you should shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="r"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lionking.org/lyrics/OBCR/HakunaMatata.html" class="l"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Hakuna Matata&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;and then you smile at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RimD00TeQKI/AAAAAAAAACI/xdWegYmFems/s1600-h/lion_king2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RimD00TeQKI/AAAAAAAAACI/xdWegYmFems/s320/lion_king2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055717000116846754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-3592186908918351406?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/3592186908918351406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/04/hakuna-matata.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/3592186908918351406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/3592186908918351406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/04/hakuna-matata.html' title='Hakuna Matata'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RimD00TeQKI/AAAAAAAAACI/xdWegYmFems/s72-c/lion_king2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-7905845632297775429</id><published>2007-04-07T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T09:31:40.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aladdin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RhfHNI1GJCI/AAAAAAAAABo/UmY4BxEBdoI/s1600-h/aladin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RhfHNI1GJCI/AAAAAAAAABo/UmY4BxEBdoI/s320/aladin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050724535641711650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had a genie too ...&lt;br /&gt;and my first wish to such a genie ,&lt;br /&gt; hey genie, get me 10 more genies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall I have so many dreams, that would need atleast 10 genies, working 24 x 7 :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-7905845632297775429?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/7905845632297775429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/04/aladdin.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/7905845632297775429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/7905845632297775429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/04/aladdin.html' title='Aladdin'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RhfHNI1GJCI/AAAAAAAAABo/UmY4BxEBdoI/s72-c/aladin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-1812902918983374862</id><published>2007-03-16T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:20:09.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jasmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RibfnUwVrfI/AAAAAAAAACA/hdZVqi76fkY/s1600-h/jasmine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RibfnUwVrfI/AAAAAAAAACA/hdZVqi76fkY/s320/jasmine2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054973498449309170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine with her playful pet rajah(the tiger)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-1812902918983374862?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/1812902918983374862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/03/jasmine_16.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/1812902918983374862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/1812902918983374862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/03/jasmine_16.html' title='jasmine'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RibfnUwVrfI/AAAAAAAAACA/hdZVqi76fkY/s72-c/jasmine2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-8577492525006177456</id><published>2007-03-08T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:43:05.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kim possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RfDJUOcsxAI/AAAAAAAAABA/0TxvzBhm68c/s1600-h/kim_possible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RfDJUOcsxAI/AAAAAAAAABA/0TxvzBhm68c/s320/kim_possible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039749332340622338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A happy Women's day wishes to all those of the better gender, who read this .&lt;br /&gt;This day does have special significance for me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-8577492525006177456?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/8577492525006177456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/03/kim-possible.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/8577492525006177456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/8577492525006177456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/03/kim-possible.html' title='kim possible'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RfDJUOcsxAI/AAAAAAAAABA/0TxvzBhm68c/s72-c/kim_possible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-5830115757562906768</id><published>2007-02-17T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:44:44.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple wish</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;The Temple was full of people.&lt;br /&gt;And the Gods were happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was smiling at his people, when all of a sudden , he sees a strange figure lurking around&lt;br /&gt;Now God being God can focus and see through, to the hiding person and&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Nooo...&lt;br /&gt;what is he doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With surprise, anger and rage, he confronts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; : hey jeseem, what happened ? how come you here ?&lt;br /&gt;Did the sun rise from the West ? Wait I didn't order that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; ( with that innocent smile) Can't I come to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God :&lt;/span&gt; Now I do miracles, but this is one miracle that even I am surprised with.&lt;br /&gt;  As I remember from  &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/conversation-with-god.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/conversation-with-god.html"&gt; &lt;u&gt; our last conversation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;  I expected/hoped/prayed never to see you for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;I came 'cause, some things, I can get only here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God :&lt;/span&gt; At last you have seen the light.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me , ooh unworthy child, what boon do you ask for ?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a long life?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want peace ?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to stop getting kicked my the other gender. Wait I wasn't responsible for that , atleast not completely ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; well, there is a small immediate matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; I have heard that I can get good sweets ( candies) and excellent mouth-watering food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt; HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;mr. smart guy, I knew you would come here for this.&lt;br /&gt;so the devotees who came before you felt more hungry today ( call it divine intervention ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;and so they finished all the food just before you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I came back home emptyhanded, from my visit to Livermore temple in California.&lt;br /&gt;Guess its better to hit the neighborhood bakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-5830115757562906768?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/5830115757562906768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/02/simple-wish.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/5830115757562906768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/5830115757562906768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/02/simple-wish.html' title='a simple wish'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-8274990726571583205</id><published>2007-02-07T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:44:41.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty and beast (belle)</title><content type='html'>more attempts at scratching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happy belle and the thinking/pondering belle&lt;br /&gt;( of the beauty and the beast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RcpkWXltt9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/OlHYukfxqyA/s1600-h/beauty_and_beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RcpkWXltt9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/OlHYukfxqyA/s320/beauty_and_beast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028942269364680658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/Rcpjm3ltt8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/k7Yv3Qp7s0E/s1600-h/beauty_and_beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-8274990726571583205?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/8274990726571583205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/02/beauty-and-beast-belle.html#comment-form' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/8274990726571583205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/8274990726571583205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/02/beauty-and-beast-belle.html' title='beauty and beast (belle)'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RcpkWXltt9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/OlHYukfxqyA/s72-c/beauty_and_beast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-7802355175685643140</id><published>2007-02-02T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:07:57.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little mermaid</title><content type='html'>started more scratch board.  here's one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RcO2ICp0ThI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iHPPTOM4wcU/s1600-h/little_mermaid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RcO2ICp0ThI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iHPPTOM4wcU/s320/little_mermaid1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027061858343079442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-7802355175685643140?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/7802355175685643140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-mermaid.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/7802355175685643140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/7802355175685643140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-mermaid.html' title='the little mermaid'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QhL9icTljIw/RcO2ICp0ThI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iHPPTOM4wcU/s72-c/little_mermaid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-7559230101785882131</id><published>2007-01-13T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:49:49.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tough lessons</title><content type='html'>here's an instance of a typical class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on Saturday afternoon in office.&lt;br /&gt;My friend walks in.&lt;br /&gt;She dumps her big sack of stuff, cellphones, car keys etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then she walks into my cubicle and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she: &lt;/span&gt; 'hi da'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me : &lt;/span&gt;hi abc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she :&lt;/span&gt; when I came in, the security guard was staring at me da. cheapo guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she:&lt;/span&gt;  so how do I look ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is wearing a black wraparound. she does a complete turn to show me the dress,&lt;br /&gt;then runs her fingers through her hair. ( she has short, not so thick hair, but doesn't ever let a chance go by to show it off :-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my characteristic smile, then with a guarded&lt;br /&gt;'it is good'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she walks away to her cubicle without saying much.&lt;br /&gt;I get engrossed in my work.&lt;br /&gt;after sometime my messenger buzzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she:  &lt;/span&gt; u cheepoo.. what will happen if you give a good comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit working and walk to her cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;I say hi .&lt;br /&gt;she sly'le gets up and opens a heavy book.&lt;br /&gt;now that is a new one, I had never seen her studying those big books.&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wham*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book lands on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she:&lt;/span&gt; that should teach you to compliment a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; *ouch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt;hey I was too mesmerised by your beauty to say anything last time.&lt;br /&gt;         you look so stunning da. This dress looks so great on you.&lt;br /&gt;         your lucky boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is having the satisfied smile of a girl praised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me:  &lt;/span&gt;only if you didn't have those extra flabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I run ... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends leave there mark on others, she definitely taught me to compliment others,&lt;br /&gt;and to keep a safe distance from heavy books :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-7559230101785882131?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/7559230101785882131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-teacher.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/7559230101785882131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/7559230101785882131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-teacher.html' title='tough lessons'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-267755687649391647</id><published>2007-01-08T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:21:05.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year resolutions</title><content type='html'>Everyone is into drafting new year resolutions, so I have decided to put together my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Beat the QA/Product Testing guys just before the release.&lt;br /&gt;It is the only way to get my work out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never look at cute girls if they are driving vans.&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the van closely, you will find her kid sitting in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn karate or some other marshal art.&lt;br /&gt;It is the only way to get a little bit of space on club dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Encourage my manager to go skying on the roughest steepest ski range.&lt;br /&gt;If he falls and gets hospitalized, I will have a good one month free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Try my hands at cooking. Yes I have found a 'bali ka bakra' (scapegoat/laboratory mouse) for my experiments :)&lt;br /&gt;his motivation for joining the experiment : he wants to reduce his weight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Meet lots of people and make new friends, both real and virtual/chat friends.&lt;br /&gt;Half my present friends have run away unable to bear me or had to be carried away  after a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn  sketching, painting, dancing(salsa), skiing&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;if only I can find a teacher with the patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Travel , travel,  travel... atleast 3-4 countries this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to be happy, to do new things and to meet new people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-267755687649391647?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/267755687649391647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/267755687649391647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/267755687649391647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='new year resolutions'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-3084264487249226381</id><published>2007-01-03T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:23:26.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrating the new year</title><content type='html'>how people celebrate the new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a bunch of people, shouting , hooting, merrying away at the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. another bunch of people having fun bursting all the new year balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. one of my friend, at a restaurant on new year nite: hey after 30 the brain starts to degrade. and I  will loose all my intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;  I doubt if the difference will be noticeable :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spending the last month of 2006 making the resolutions and then the whole new year breaking them.  Aren't promises made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, it is bit late, but I am still celebrating and I expect my celebrations to last till next year :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-3084264487249226381?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/3084264487249226381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/01/celebrating-new-year.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/3084264487249226381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/3084264487249226381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2007/01/celebrating-new-year.html' title='celebrating the new year'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-4909096256444653053</id><published>2006-12-19T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:55:01.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBA</title><content type='html'>I recently got an invitation to attend a seminar for entrance to evening  MBA ( read part-time) from a very leading university in California.  The audience were given opportunity to ask question to a few current students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience question : Why did you choose to do MBA ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student1: Well it is a sad story *sob*&lt;br /&gt;   my girlfriend left me , so  I had to take a major decision on what I should do with my free time&lt;br /&gt;  I could go out looking for a new girl&lt;br /&gt;  or I could go on long trips&lt;br /&gt; or I could do a part-time MBA.&lt;br /&gt;so I choose the one, that would not leave me bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student2: I married a girl, who gave me too much attention ( u know like nagging)&lt;br /&gt; so I wanted to stay out of house till late. What better excuse than studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student3(a mrs) : I love my hubby and trust him completely.&lt;br /&gt; But you know, one should always be doubly-sure.&lt;br /&gt;so when he told me that he was joining MBA classes,&lt;br /&gt;and these classes have so many single girls, I felt the urge to join too, u know so I could look out for him in the classes. &lt;br /&gt;( student2 gave out a *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience question2: I am trying to be an entrepreneur. So do you think this MBA program is useful for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anybody could answer, the head of the MBA institute intervened.&lt;br /&gt;Head guy: Can we take this offline. I would like to get your contact info.&lt;br /&gt;              ( I need to get out of this Crazy useless university. So will you employ me in your new company. Plsss.....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-4909096256444653053?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/4909096256444653053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/12/mba.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/4909096256444653053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/4909096256444653053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/12/mba.html' title='MBA'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-3915030301612869717</id><published>2006-12-03T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T11:43:06.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hillarious standup</title><content type='html'>Standup comedy is supposed to be fun,&lt;br /&gt;but most times its just vulgarity used to cover up a bad act and usually its end up being just vulgarity and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Indian comedy, honestly the American comedy cannot come anywhere even remotely close to it.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are few exceptions, like Russel Peters.&lt;br /&gt;Russel's skills are his ability to imitate and his facial expressions are absolute hilarious&lt;br /&gt;He is coming for a show in Bay area, but unfortunately all tickets are sold out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some of his show clips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlXmD4wIOxY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlXmD4wIOxY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a longer one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/isioSgFoxww"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/isioSgFoxww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions on other good standup comedians ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-3915030301612869717?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/3915030301612869717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/12/hillarious-standup.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/3915030301612869717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/3915030301612869717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/12/hillarious-standup.html' title='hillarious standup'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116444226065902578</id><published>2006-11-25T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:11:00.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving - my turkey ready for dinner</title><content type='html'>Happy holidays to everyone for thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;My turkey is definitely ready to eat :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2738/392/1600/968156/turkey_ready_for_dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2738/392/320/78011/turkey_ready_for_dinner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116444226065902578?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116444226065902578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-my-turkey-ready-for.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116444226065902578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116444226065902578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-my-turkey-ready-for.html' title='Thanksgiving - my turkey ready for dinner'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116400859362039371</id><published>2006-11-19T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:43:13.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essential trip accessory</title><content type='html'>Am on a 9 day road trip and I forgot the most important trip accessory.&lt;br /&gt;When going with two guys on a trip, one should be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't and so am sitting wide awake late @night, having to hear 2 blowing horns in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important trip accessory is ear plugs.&lt;br /&gt;Or you too would end having to sit awake and hear snores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say its sometimes interesting, suddenly one whistle blows from one side and a train moving noise comes from the other :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116400859362039371?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116400859362039371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/11/essential-trip-accessory.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116400859362039371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116400859362039371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/11/essential-trip-accessory.html' title='Essential trip accessory'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116374925006641507</id><published>2006-11-16T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:57:17.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are beautiful</title><content type='html'>Hit the James Blunt concert last weekend ( I usually like new age or more heavy metal, but this was a good change).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked in, my 2 friends pointed to a row of 3 vacant seats. &lt;br /&gt;The seats didn't give a good view of stage, so I protested. But ended up being dragged there and made to sit in the middle seat&lt;br /&gt;Soon realised that my friends had got busy with there next-seat neighbours. No wonder they had dragged me there, the extra smart romanians. *Grrr*.&lt;br /&gt;Blunt came in after some time and started belting his numbers. &lt;br /&gt;Soon I ran to the center floor to shout and hoot ( ofcourse alone, my friends had got busy :-) .&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, the floor was so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this dark colored girl next to me. Said hi and next minute had a vacant space next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she ran away seeing me :(&lt;br /&gt;I have this rather charimatic effect on girls ..&lt;br /&gt;A few more hies and smiles and I had a comfortable space to move around and shout :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of a James Blunt soft song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lXvqXf12QCU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lXvqXf12QCU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116374925006641507?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116374925006641507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116374925006641507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116374925006641507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-beautiful.html' title='you are beautiful'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116314986441299883</id><published>2006-11-10T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:12:00.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shrek and fioana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/shrek.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/shrek.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so where is the donkey in the pic. well someone had to draw right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116314986441299883?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116314986441299883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/11/shrek-and-fioana.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116314986441299883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116314986441299883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/11/shrek-and-fioana.html' title='shrek and fioana'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116259962251226429</id><published>2006-11-03T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:27:45.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaba daba dooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/flinstone.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/flinstone.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to get myself a baby dinosaur and&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a big paunch like Fred Flinstone.&lt;br /&gt;but no dinasaur insight and hmm, I lost another pound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116259962251226429?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116259962251226429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/11/yaba-daba-dooo.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116259962251226429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116259962251226429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/11/yaba-daba-dooo.html' title='Yaba daba dooo'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116227716311682579</id><published>2006-10-30T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:28:14.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder Years Tag!</title><content type='html'>Tagged by silverline and under threat of her strong-arm tactics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(plzz.. Noooo.. Oowww…  that hurt *sob* *sob*),&lt;br /&gt;am penning my childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tag is&lt;br /&gt;1. Write 8-10 things about childhood ( 1-12 years) that you miss.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write 8-10 things that you disliked about childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going back to Kerala during school vacation, and eating jack fruit, lots of them and then spending next day in restroom :)&lt;br /&gt;And once out, again eating more jackfruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drinking lots of Rice soup made from broken, unpolished rice (podiarre kanjee)&lt;br /&gt;and then lying around like an upturned tortoise, unable to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cycling in the campus. We were in an airforce campus and had a huge safe camp.&lt;br /&gt;The crowning glory was cycling on the runways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On really rainy days, the area around our classroom would be lightly flooded. So we would make small hole just below the door for the water to seep in. Soon the class would be flooded. We will all say our morning class prayers standing on top of the benches and then happily go home for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Durga pooja (a major festival) and the khechadi (kind of a rice plus cereals mix, made into a thick soup like stuff). It used to be a 3-4 day carnival, complete with dances and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Going on hunts to find wild sweet potatoes in the campus.&lt;br /&gt;This was like the wildest hunting trip anyone could ever take :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And what I hated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having to drink milk. Mummies ( thats how i call my mom, smtimes) would bring me milk and I would say, put some tealeaves in it and give me as tea. Mom would invent new ways of trying to give me milk, like serving it when my favorite TV program was running and I would find new ways of escaping, like throwing the milk in the sink and saying I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was very young, I bloodied a fellow's nose. So as a punishment, my teacher made me sit one who whole sem, in the middle of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am ready to bloody another guy's nose, if I will get the same punishment again ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We moved frequently, like every 3-4 years. so I don't have much of old school buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Being different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The long train journeys back to Kerala. It was so tiring and the train would smell bad. The one good thing was I fell for novels - hook, line and sinker. On these journeys, my parents realized how much books can cost, but alas too late :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I really did enjoy my childhood and gave lots of people hard times ( that was the most enjoyable part :-) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for my favourite part,  tagging&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Deepa , the girl who writes love, literally.&lt;br /&gt;2. That crazy lawyer, who is out cooking food and smtimes cooking other lawyers, who oppose her.&lt;br /&gt;3. The japanese girl, with mesmerizing sweet orange hair&lt;br /&gt;4. Hirdu maharaz,  all the gays in SFO are mourning his departure ( kidding girls, he is not gay, but then again why take chances ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold n Beautiful , who has agreed to give some of her extra flabs to me, for a price.  She drives a hard bargain&lt;br /&gt;6. The dentist with canary's voice - ann ( revenge @last for the earlier tagging :=) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyone who reads this mail...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116227716311682579?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116227716311682579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/wonder-years-tag.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116227716311682579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116227716311682579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/wonder-years-tag.html' title='The Wonder Years Tag!'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116191026754691042</id><published>2006-10-26T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:54:08.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my Office Colleagues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/tiny-toons1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/tiny-toons1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116191026754691042?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116191026754691042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-office-colleagues.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116191026754691042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116191026754691042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-office-colleagues.html' title='my Office Colleagues'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116174586941760502</id><published>2006-10-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:33:49.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traitor</title><content type='html'>There was a time , when man could always depend on his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I mean the canine kind.&lt;br /&gt;But since woman have started giving attention to it,  things have changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a cute girl gave me the look,&lt;br /&gt;so I, like any guy would, walked upto her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grrrr.... Grrrr....."&lt;br /&gt;from who else but her dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: hey sweetie . come here to me&lt;br /&gt; ( she was speaking to the dog , not me *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog ( to me) : Grrrr... keep away&lt;br /&gt;me: wooh wooh ssh.... cute dogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog: don't shh shh me . That now works only when it comes from girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why ? u r for ages the guys best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog: that was last decade. now we switched sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ***TRAITOR***&lt;br /&gt;biting the hand that fed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog: I had to work for you.&lt;br /&gt;you would shoot some poor animal and I would have to run to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;And being a lousy shots that you are, most times we had to do the dirty work&lt;br /&gt;and make it look like u killed it.&lt;br /&gt;u hav any idea how hard a wild boar fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: well u got some wild meat to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog: too hard life. now I get soft nuggets, weekly washes , hugs every 10 minutes and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;   life is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: u r taking away the guy's previliges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog: u guys ruined it by being careless and insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hmm.. I agree. but these are the bad guys. It has made it harder for the good guy (*yours truly*) to meet a girl. The only thing I hear is go away. I don't want to get hurt. Now being a good guy, I go away. If I was a bad guy, I would have stuck around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog : too much talk. there is one thing I miss with girls. Eating Bones.  The cute girls like to give me snacks and candy bars and not hard bones. So when I see 'bag of bones' like you I get tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a hasty exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  dear female readers, are pets the solution to loneliness, instead of meeting the good guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116174586941760502?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116174586941760502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/traitor.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116174586941760502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116174586941760502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/traitor.html' title='Traitor'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116142130383185971</id><published>2006-10-21T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:01:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bottle</title><content type='html'>quote from one of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at a bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"only two people drink from this bottle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the iron-box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a water bottle and he was filling water in his steam iron :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116142130383185971?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116142130383185971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/bottle_21.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116142130383185971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116142130383185971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/bottle_21.html' title='the bottle'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116113532090091682</id><published>2006-10-17T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:20.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heathclif  n gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/healthclif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/healthclif.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116113532090091682?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116113532090091682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/heathclif-n-gang.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116113532090091682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116113532090091682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/heathclif-n-gang.html' title='heathclif  n gang'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116077296613869921</id><published>2006-10-13T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:39:04.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouuch</title><content type='html'>Watch before reading smone's personal diary.&lt;br /&gt;poor donald.&lt;br /&gt;well if i were daisy, he would be facing a firing squad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/donald-reading-daisys-dairy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/donald-reading-daisys-dairy.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116077296613869921?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116077296613869921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/ouuch.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116077296613869921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116077296613869921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/ouuch.html' title='Ouuch'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116053466857218728</id><published>2006-10-10T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:08:01.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karwa Chauth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had dinner at a friend's place. He had recently returned from a long trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: u must hav to do lots of weekend shopping. rt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing this, his wife came running. now I am puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: no no. no shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am more puzzled. After his wife left to another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: shh. don't talk abt shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs  ( from the other room, to her hubby) : I can hear. u better buy me something. I am taking a karva chauth (fast) for you.  i better get something.. ( karva chauth is a fast, wife takes for the long life of her husband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: hey I already gave u a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs: that is old story. I want gift for tomorrow. U think long life comes cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. I had till now thought that guys would be delighted at Karva Chauth. After all, how can a guy tell his wife to slim down. A few more karva chauths an year maybe a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116053466857218728?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116053466857218728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/karwa-chauth.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116053466857218728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116053466857218728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/karwa-chauth.html' title='Karwa Chauth'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116018747535530615</id><published>2006-10-06T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T15:31:42.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>experiences in life ( more scratchings)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dennis the menace, beaten up by Gina.&lt;br /&gt;poor guys:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/dennis-the-menace.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/dennis-the-menace.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116018747535530615?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116018747535530615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/experiences-in-life-more-scratchings.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116018747535530615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116018747535530615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/experiences-in-life-more-scratchings.html' title='experiences in life ( more scratchings)'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-116012175925545634</id><published>2006-10-06T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:02:39.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping</title><content type='html'>2 single guys accidently at the potted immitation flower section of a superstore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy1: hey I like this flower. How about I buy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy2: It is too colorful for ur room. Why not go for smthing matching, like a cactus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy1 : I had one, when I bought it, it was round and hard like me, now it is like u ( thin and skinny)&lt;br /&gt;   I will buy this and put it next to my TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy2 : it is not you ( the flowers). It is too bright. ( meaning you are boring and dull :-)&lt;br /&gt;  hey u can present the cacti to a girl. tell her i am like this, hard outside, but soft inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy1: she would run it over with a lawn mover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we discussed and discussed about buying the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;and like any set of single guys, finally decided to buy nothing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-116012175925545634?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/116012175925545634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/shopping.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116012175925545634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/116012175925545634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/shopping.html' title='shopping'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115995205289443220</id><published>2006-10-04T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:07:26.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird thing abt me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;so miss &lt;a href="http://ann-sunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;ann-sunshine&lt;/a&gt; tagged me abt weird things.&lt;br /&gt;At the deadly threat of not getting any free dinners from her, I finaled decided to put a few truths. what all one has to do for a dinner :-( .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie beforehand, all this is not because I am freaky or I have any eternal hatred.  Infact u will not find a more simple, levelheaded guy.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like Indian food much, even though I lived almost all my time in India. I guess I am bored and tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to eat out instead of home. Infect I dunno how people can eat at home every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No Indian movies, not many Indian songs. I like English songs. Heavy metal or techno is good, but no rap. And of course country songs. I used to like ghazals a lot, but rarely hear them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I actively shed friends. If someone tries to pass his free unnecessary advice to me or if he/she doesn't respond to my mails/messages, I try to close the friendship. Its not because I am angry or anything, its just that people have their own ways of life. Trying to keep such a friendship can only cause friction. And I still had a few great friends, whose good qualities I have tried to absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always have avoided judging people. Experiences form our perspective. But it doesn’t give me a right to judge someone else, cause his experience and views r different. So there is nothing right or wrong. Just different ways.&lt;br /&gt;To try to teach/advice smone is to assume that your way is right. So don't believe in teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy haa...&lt;br /&gt;Okie written too much serious stuff for a day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115995205289443220?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115995205289443220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/weird-thing-abt-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115995205289443220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115995205289443220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/weird-thing-abt-me.html' title='weird thing abt me'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115993485025007447</id><published>2006-10-03T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:07:30.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>advice on getting married</title><content type='html'>poor bachelors like me are always trying to find, what getting married means.&lt;br /&gt;so I poped this question, after the usual weekend volleyball match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: so guys, how do u find married life, different from single life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...xx...... ( murmurs... )&lt;br /&gt;finally one guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: u know, earlier I used to wash one bag of clothes every fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;   Now I have to carry 2 bags every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of nods everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that my fellow bloggers is the great difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115993485025007447?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115993485025007447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/advice-on-getting-married.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115993485025007447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115993485025007447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/advice-on-getting-married.html' title='advice on getting married'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115978704671652758</id><published>2006-10-02T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T04:07:45.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kicks left n rite, i finally feel alive</title><content type='html'>I had to handle the engineering escalations for my product.   This comes ones every 5 months. It is usually a no-event program, with u having to tag a blackberry along all the time. So I asked the seasoned, tanned guys their experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy1:  I had a great time playing games in blackberry&lt;br /&gt;guy2: Hey it will be good exercise for u.( for ur physique, black berry is like dumbells).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneventful, sitting at home ,hmm that would be so boring.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that will give me time to reflect back and do changes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how did it go till now&lt;br /&gt;1.  It escaped hitting a cute doggie on road. And barely escaped getting my car banged from behind, to save the doggie ( this monkey may hav been declared a martyr :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thanks to my lucky hands, I am sitting awake 2 nights, trying to fix issues, when I have no clue of the features/functionality itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Changing my life. I am just starting and already I feel like it is better to crusify myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life is finally kicking up around me and I feel alive. What is it without a few challenges.&lt;br /&gt;And there are those good friends around. I woke 2 right in the middle of nite and pestered them.&lt;br /&gt;So easy to find a smile, and I am smiling ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;and laughing :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;support guy: hey we have another customer's box crashing. he wants it up by early morning. can u take a look and fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I have no clue what the box does even)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;support guy : what was that. I didn't here u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ohh, its just the monkey next door :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115978704671652758?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115978704671652758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/kicks-left-n-rite-i-finally-feel-alive.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115978704671652758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115978704671652758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/10/kicks-left-n-rite-i-finally-feel-alive.html' title='kicks left n rite, i finally feel alive'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115948181175182833</id><published>2006-09-28T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T15:20:01.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more scratching on board.</title><content type='html'>now this remind me of me n my manager&lt;br /&gt;i am going to be fined smday for using so much of the whiteboard markers :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/tom-n-jerry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/tom-n-jerry.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/tom-n-jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115948181175182833?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115948181175182833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-scratching-on-board.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115948181175182833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115948181175182833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-scratching-on-board.html' title='more scratching on board.'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115930572640368214</id><published>2006-09-26T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:23:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the shy tweety came to my cubicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/tweety.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/tweety.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115930572640368214?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115930572640368214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/09/shy-tweety-came-to-my-cubicle.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115930572640368214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115930572640368214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/09/shy-tweety-came-to-my-cubicle.html' title='the shy tweety came to my cubicle'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115878219337191715</id><published>2006-09-20T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:02:19.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fast money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;An interesting mail I received from one of my mail friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have an idea how u can make money fast ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go back to india and get marry, 'abc' is going to get marry sometime on Dec and he would gain more than $20,000 from his bride's family.  why don't u do the same and split $$ with me for shopping :-)))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether to laugh or feel depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse I explained that it was part of a culture, exercised by some remote canibal tribals in India. and I don't belong to one .&lt;br /&gt;She was dissappointed&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/6850641-115878219337191715?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115878219337191715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/09/fast-money.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115878219337191715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115878219337191715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/09/fast-money.html' title='fast money'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115776731205411714</id><published>2006-09-08T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T19:24:45.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailor moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/sailormoon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/sailormoon.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more scratching on the board.&lt;br /&gt;this one had too many lines and i almost ran out of whiteboard marker.&lt;br /&gt;putting office white boards and markers to good use :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115776731205411714?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115776731205411714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/09/sailor-moon.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115776731205411714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115776731205411714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/09/sailor-moon.html' title='Sailor moon'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115730314983220981</id><published>2006-09-03T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T10:15:52.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half dome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/pic%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/pic%20043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I went on a day-long hike, nearly 9 miles each way.&lt;br /&gt;It ends in a single rock at about 8800 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trail...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/trailmapr.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/trailmapr.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I reached the end. There was a huge crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/pic%20017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/pic%20017.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems now the hiking trails are more crowded than the shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the new health conscious generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the trip also made me realize how unhealthy i am now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115730314983220981?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115730314983220981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/09/half-dome.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115730314983220981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115730314983220981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/09/half-dome.html' title='half dome'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115707764441830622</id><published>2006-08-31T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:27:24.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/hello-kitty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/hello-kitty1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115707764441830622?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115707764441830622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-kitty.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115707764441830622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115707764441830622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-kitty.html' title='hello kitty'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115691943118391079</id><published>2006-08-29T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:47:24.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Tennis Balls</title><content type='html'>I have a pavam tennis instructure.&lt;br /&gt;The poor old  guy was tearing his hair trying to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor : You have to just jab the ball. The point is to get the swing and not apply too much force. Okie try now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He throws the ball at me&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;WHAM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ball flies over to the 12 foot fence of the court and goes sailing.&lt;br /&gt;I hear someone falling with a cry in the other court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor coach goes running there.&lt;br /&gt;I stay put. After all I am learning and it is not good to leave court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach come back after some time, somewhat red.&lt;br /&gt;Coach :  Alright that is all for today.  We will continue some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't see  him since. Heard that he has taken a long leave.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to return. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115691943118391079?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115691943118391079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/raining-tennis-balls.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115691943118391079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115691943118391079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/raining-tennis-balls.html' title='Raining Tennis Balls'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115636274562937333</id><published>2006-08-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:52:54.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Pinocchio in my cubicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/pinnocchio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/pinnocchio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115636274562937333?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115636274562937333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/mr-pinocchio-in-my-cubicle.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115636274562937333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115636274562937333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/mr-pinocchio-in-my-cubicle.html' title='Mr. Pinocchio in my cubicle'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115603064634083237</id><published>2006-08-19T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:34:51.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation with God</title><content type='html'>I was quite puzzled with few things in my life,&lt;br /&gt;how come I am like this,&lt;br /&gt;I had to find out , so I decided to talk to God about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hi god, how are you&lt;br /&gt;God : busy boy, u people are keeping me so busy.&lt;br /&gt;and to think I created you just 'cause I felt lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am overworked.&lt;br /&gt;I created a masterpiece, and it is coming back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: alright what do u want. speak up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was just wondering. I seem to have similarity with Brad Pit and Tom Cruise in looks.&lt;br /&gt;Also on the brainy side , I must have something close to Stephen Hawking.&lt;br /&gt;Is there something to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: hmm... about looks&lt;br /&gt;well u see, before making a masterpeice, the artist has got to clean up his brushes.&lt;br /&gt;well before making Brad Pit and Tom Cruise, I had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;So now u know, how u were created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ouchh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God : well u don't need to be too upset about it. I created Stephen Hawking before you.&lt;br /&gt;Boy he took away a lot of Brain ink. So I had very little left for my other master potraits movie stars. So I decided to clean the bottle on you. It was more like wipping the bottle edges. But well , u know u were luckier than the two who came after you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: so are you leading a worthy life now. You know you have to come back to me after your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : you know god, I think I was too bored in heaven. It was more like a military regiment with you controlling everything. I take this life as a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;and when vacationing, you never think of your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God : Hey u better behave, otherwise I will fate it, that you never find a girl. If you mail one, she will never reply. If you ask her number, well she will give you the number of mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :  well u know, as u said , in these matters, heaven is great. so I guess I can meet girls once I am back in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God :  well who said u are coming back in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :  hey for 60 years of vacationing, u can atmost punish me for only 60 years in hell. then u have to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God :  says who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :  this is absolute cheating. you are breaking the rules of punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God : so now.  my rules are comng to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : as an afterthought, can I stay in this vacationing forever. you know I like it here. maybe some new science that can let me live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God : hold on .. there..&lt;br /&gt;u want to be an immortal human.  Well someday science will find the secret. But I will make sure to bring you back , before that. I cannot stand you there for another 30-40 years, leave alone forever. enjoy while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : 30 years , well Thanks. I will take it to heart, oops I mean brain. so long . chau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God :  Hey but do remember to thank me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Well I will do all my thanking when I come back to you . chau chau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connection cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115603064634083237?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115603064634083237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/conversation-with-god.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115603064634083237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115603064634083237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/conversation-with-god.html' title='A conversation with God'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115579523582814879</id><published>2006-08-16T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:32:18.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one-on-one meeting</title><content type='html'>A new manager joined our company.&lt;br /&gt;The enthusiastic poor soul, called up a group meeting and declared on the lines and voice of mosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I will meet all of you personally and get to know you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man of his words, he send meeting request to meet each person.&lt;br /&gt;and I too got it.&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to meet and hear me. Ohh, this is great. There is someone like that still in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the D-Day. I finished my lunch early and at the appointed time, knocked on his door.&lt;br /&gt;( yes I can go to meetings and at correct time , atleast i have done it once now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me :  hi we had a meeting planned now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manager : Ohh I didn't cancel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grrr someone (or possibly everyone) has told him about me. He has been warned.&lt;br /&gt;But how can I give up so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: no you didn't. Infact I had to cancel fixing the bug, which is holding up a release for your meeting. now i cannot even work on the bug, since I have given the hardware to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( ofcourse all lies.  i don't intend to work on the bug for the next whole week. but hey look, I am creative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;manager: alright. I guess a short meeting is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump inside and take a seat, before he changes his mind.&lt;br /&gt;Then quickly go back and close the door ( shouldn't let him run out in middle of meeting) and place my chair between himself and door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager obviously unaware of all the planning, starts the meeting. Poor soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;manager:  so what do you want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : I want to start my own company.  ( hahaha, he never saw this coming).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he is not really a lame person. so he tries to get around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manager : lets talk about your professional "technical" interests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me : well I once wrote a few quality papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha except no one read it&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of the paper, but i don't remember the name of it. even i read it only once after i wrote it. can't remember the name, so I take the escape exit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me : u  can google in net for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;manager : so tell me about your overall work experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wow, now i know the guy is real slow.&lt;br /&gt;but well U don't throw away an oppurtunity like that.&lt;br /&gt;well I went on a 10 minute travel down my experience lane, explaining my field.&lt;br /&gt;and like a true indian, I claimed thy neighbours field as thy fields as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manager : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;huff&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; okie ... alright... what do u think about the company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And so I started again explaining the great potential of company and the people.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I joined 3 weeks before him and hardly know even the guy in the next cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;but the manager doesn't know how new I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally after all my dim mak actions, the manager said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he won't meet me again though.&lt;br /&gt;so waiting for next balli ka bakra&lt;/huff&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115579523582814879?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115579523582814879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-on-one-meeting.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115579523582814879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115579523582814879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-on-one-meeting.html' title='one-on-one meeting'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115576942565878816</id><published>2006-08-16T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:06:39.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jungle book</title><content type='html'>how i wish to be moglee. actually look like one, only I don't get to have all that much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well except of baloo , it is my manager who is swinging me.&lt;br /&gt;and believe me, it is not as much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/jungle-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/jungle-book.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115576942565878816?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115576942565878816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/jungle-book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115576942565878816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115576942565878816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/jungle-book.html' title='jungle book'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115575397803233010</id><published>2006-08-16T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:49:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phew, had a long week and weekend in office.&lt;br /&gt;Finally seems to be all behind me. wonder if there is a job with no work and free money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to scratching the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/snoopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115575397803233010?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115575397803233010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115575397803233010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115575397803233010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115499301148474056</id><published>2006-08-07T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:54:34.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simpler lines (pooh bear 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/pooh2-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/pooh2-edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115499301148474056?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115499301148474056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/simpler-lines-pooh-bear-2.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115499301148474056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115499301148474056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/simpler-lines-pooh-bear-2.html' title='simpler lines (pooh bear 2)'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115488466348482458</id><published>2006-08-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:56:05.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who (wennie tiger)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/guess_who.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 235px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/guess_who.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115488466348482458?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115488466348482458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/guess-who-wennie-tiger.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115488466348482458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115488466348482458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/08/guess-who-wennie-tiger.html' title='guess who (wennie tiger)'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115403948417821352</id><published>2006-07-27T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:55:08.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more drawing lines ( garfield)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/garfield_july27.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/garfield_july27.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/garfield_july27.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115403948417821352?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115403948417821352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-drawing-lines-garfield.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115403948417821352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115403948417821352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-drawing-lines-garfield.html' title='more drawing lines ( garfield)'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115329043147168281</id><published>2006-07-18T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:55:36.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drawing lines ( pooh bear)</title><content type='html'>It takes such a long time to build (compile) code that I have found a new thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;my third cartoon on the board ( possibly also my 3 rd drawing in last 15 years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/drawing%20attempts_pooh_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/drawing%20attempts_pooh_bear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115329043147168281?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115329043147168281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/drawing-lines-pooh-bear.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115329043147168281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115329043147168281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/drawing-lines-pooh-bear.html' title='drawing lines ( pooh bear)'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115308080405125640</id><published>2006-07-16T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:18:32.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another goofup</title><content type='html'>I was trying to add a longtime friend and her hubby to my chat friend's list.&lt;br /&gt;I seached her name and added her. Only ended up adding someone else with the same name.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I got a acknowledgement allowing the addition.&lt;br /&gt;But it was a nice goofup, she was nice and interesting :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then I mailed saying I am sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for another person with the same name, who is a close friend&lt;br /&gt;and immediately got kicked out of her friend's list. Talk abut goofups&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115308080405125640?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115308080405125640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-goofup.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115308080405125640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115308080405125640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-goofup.html' title='another goofup'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115289435938368860</id><published>2006-07-14T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:01:52.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>I saw my roommate looking at my blog.&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;me :  what are you doing lazying around here. don't you have to go to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roomie : I am looking at what are you upto.&lt;br /&gt;     plus I want to read the comments.&lt;br /&gt;    and what are you doing streched up in that rocker chair .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : I am working from home :-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work from home is such a good concept. Lie in you bed or a comfortable chair with laptop in your lap and tea in one hand ( for some its beer) and type away. It is so relaxing. You never feel the pressure. I remember having once done work from home till 6 am and was still fresh enough to go to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse there are some bad sides to it.&lt;br /&gt;Like when broke the monitor of my old laptop , by sleeping on it ( of course when working from home). U see sometimes my pillow falls away and I need another one. But when you are asleep, you really don't remember to shutdown and close the laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115289435938368860?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115289435938368860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/work.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115289435938368860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115289435938368860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115240192617283247</id><published>2006-07-08T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:01:42.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long hair</title><content type='html'>I belong to the crazy school of thought, when it comes to looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls should have very short hair (like what we call crew-cut) and   rich dark skin.&lt;br /&gt;like halle berry ..&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys should have long hair and clear skin ( well maybe I can be flexible on the clear skin part about guys).&lt;br /&gt;hair like mel gibson.&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying to growing hair.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;if only I could grow it that long and that nice, instead I look like a chimp with long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now heres the comments that I usually get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my mom( i call her mummies) on my visit to india:&lt;br /&gt;           you go to US and grow hair, but you need to keep it short till you are here. We need to go see a girl while you are here.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I am in free land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. from a girl ( one of my best friends) : u look a purky. already u r so skinny. dirty goose , go cut  ur hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. from a nearing bald friend : i dunno how u guys can have so much hair. if i could stick some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. from friend who ones visited my home:  hey ur bathroom has more hair than a girl's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  another comment from an office colleuge: hey you have great hair and you look good today.&lt;br /&gt;       alas , she is a 50+ old lady with thick glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. from a friend who tried to put egg yolk  on his near bald head to grow hair:&lt;br /&gt;                   .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115240192617283247?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115240192617283247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-hair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115240192617283247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115240192617283247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-hair.html' title='long hair'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115240050354501273</id><published>2006-07-08T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T17:06:41.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day-to-day blunders</title><content type='html'>I was sitting online chatting at around 1 am and and had bored all friends by now.&lt;br /&gt;Then  I saw a friend "married guy" -- abc, who lives close by, online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : hey boss. no sleep&lt;br /&gt;me : ?&lt;br /&gt;me : u need to get a good beating from ur wife&lt;br /&gt;me :   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abc : : this is mrs abc  not abc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : ohhh&lt;br /&gt;me : oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged off  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115240050354501273?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115240050354501273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-day-to-day-blunders.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115240050354501273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115240050354501273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-day-to-day-blunders.html' title='my day-to-day blunders'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115220588088269592</id><published>2006-07-06T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:13:27.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A week back I was peering at the mirror and voila, I saw a gray hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last my long wait is over. I have started seeing a few gray hairs on my head. While most people would run for a scissor to cut away the gray hair, or run for the dye, for me it is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how good is gray hair. I recall on my last trip to India, few months back. Like every Indian returning from US, I also gave the customary visit to dentist. While waiting for an appointment, I tried to pick up conversation with a fellow patient. And he started off with, so what college are you studying in. When you have hit the magic 30, you really don't want to be mistaken for a college kid. A 25-year look would be a complement, but college age doesn't really seem like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So that observation started me thinking about the number of times when presenting something in office, I was praised as having a good observation for a 'young person'. Of course the photo of a monkey, which stands out at anyone visiting my cubicle or that deep red t-shirt I so much love to wear, isn't exactly helping me. So I decided it was time for change. Move out t-shirt, in came formal shirt and pants. I wanted to put on even blazers, but with you manager running around in a crumpled pants or Bermudas, you don't really feel like wearing blazers. So now I started looking like a young college kid, who wears formals to try to look important. Ohh that young guy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome some gray hair and let me look a bit my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115220588088269592?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115220588088269592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/grey-hair.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115220588088269592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115220588088269592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/07/grey-hair.html' title='Grey hair'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115169541909757745</id><published>2006-06-30T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:36:01.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy ways</title><content type='html'>So everyone asks me , when are you getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Well as soon as I can find someone who can tolerate my crazy ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is crazy about me.&lt;br /&gt;lots.&lt;br /&gt;Don't like to eat home food. I would prefer burger to rice anytime.&lt;br /&gt;The usual comment I get is , hey you are an indian , you have been eating rice for 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.&lt;br /&gt;And now there is the juicy steak :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enter my house, you would remember the childhood life.&lt;br /&gt;You have to hop around all the stricken clothes and papers.&lt;br /&gt;I get so much junk in mail everyday.&lt;br /&gt;So last week I planned to organize myself and bought a file cabinet and paper shredder.&lt;br /&gt;Well now, you have to jump longer when moving around my place. The new stuff has taken up some more space. The fact is I like the place a bit messed up, not this much. But hey I live in a home not a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a workaholic ( I draw a new cartoon on the board in my cube everyday).&lt;br /&gt;Seriously way too into what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the crowded clubs ( anyway I have a wooden leg, when in comes to dancing). I would instead go out on a sweaty hike or a cool drive with blaring music. If only I had a bike. Or maybe a long tiring tennis or volleyball or badminton session.&lt;br /&gt;well I am quite happy being single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115169541909757745?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115169541909757745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy-ways.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115169541909757745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115169541909757745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy-ways.html' title='crazy ways'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-115018890023133867</id><published>2006-06-13T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:55:00.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the joys of bachelorhood</title><content type='html'>Life is kewl. Life  as single.&lt;br /&gt;I meet friends on weekend,  poor married guys, always running around, always  busy.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am with all the time in the world.&lt;br /&gt;No one to ask anything, no liabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have time to go play, to eat whenever and whatever I like,&lt;br /&gt;to zoom around in car on weekend,&lt;br /&gt;to keep awake until the middle of the night and roam around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a single is just way too cool...&lt;br /&gt;and I am the happiest guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaahoooooo......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-115018890023133867?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/115018890023133867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/06/joys-of-bachelorhood.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115018890023133867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/115018890023133867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/06/joys-of-bachelorhood.html' title='the joys of bachelorhood'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114885354817571574</id><published>2006-05-28T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T14:59:08.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week I finally said goodbye to my old company. My division grew from 8 to 90, in the 2.5 years that I worked there. I had my good moments there and the at end, a lot of bad ones.&lt;br /&gt; But when I said goodbye, it was like a part of me is lost, forever. So many friends, so many good moments.&lt;br /&gt;     Lot of people have told me, never to get too involved with your company, but I cannot agree. It is a place where you spend 8 hrs a day of your life, where u give commitment and which is a part of you. I am happy to have worked there as long as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I sent a farewell mail to lot of colleugues and got back just 2 replies. It was sad.&lt;br /&gt;So I made a point to always reply to anyone's farewell mail. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all done and gone. Now it is to new co. and new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-114885354817571574?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114885354817571574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/05/saying-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114885354817571574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114885354817571574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/05/saying-goodbye.html' title='saying goodbye'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114853366062191157</id><published>2006-05-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:07:40.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cool niagara trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/Niagara-may06%20144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/Niagara-may06%20144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;see the small boat. we travelled in it into the falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/Niagara-may06%20157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/Niagara-may06%20157.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after the boat trip. all smiles :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/Niagara-may06%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/Niagara-may06%20040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;night view with  the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-114853366062191157?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114853366062191157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/05/cool-niagara-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114853366062191157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114853366062191157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/05/cool-niagara-trip.html' title='cool niagara trip'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114774761067746725</id><published>2006-05-15T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:46:50.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying vacation</title><content type='html'>So I left my job and am enjoying a 2 week vacation. vacation me, a workaholic. 2 years back who would have thought that I would ever be vacationing like this.&lt;br /&gt;When i left my first company after 5.5 years, I had 120 days of accumulated leaves ( leaves beyond that elapsed, since they couldn't be accumulated).&lt;br /&gt;And now ...&lt;br /&gt;But the break is so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am enjoying my life and reading all the novels, one novel a day.&lt;br /&gt;Have completed all works of ken follet and on last book of john grisham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, it is all trips :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is kewl ( if ofcourse you want it to be that way ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-114774761067746725?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114774761067746725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/05/enjoying-vacation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114774761067746725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114774761067746725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/05/enjoying-vacation.html' title='enjoying vacation'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114746876572916239</id><published>2006-05-12T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:19:25.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>answer sheet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-114746876572916239?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114746876572916239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/05/answer-sheet.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114746876572916239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114746876572916239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/05/answer-sheet.html' title='answer sheet'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114634509307907743</id><published>2006-04-29T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:12:59.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spammed by recruiters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I am spammed by so many recruiters even an year after I have pulled my resume from all job sites.  I replied to many saying I am not looking out for job, but still I get mails from them. So here's a cool way to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a cool resume, with ever good technical skill you can think off. Write the name as that of recruiter who is troubling you most.  Put his mail id and phone number in resume and post it in job site.  Hmm, recruiters calling each each and trying to recruit each other.  funny  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel that recruiters in India have a tough time, with such a big job boom ( unfortunately not so in US :(   , but spamming people with tons of mails is not a solution.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder also why job sites don't allow you to delete login accounts. Its not like you will be looking for job forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-114634509307907743?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114634509307907743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/04/spammed-by-recruiters.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114634509307907743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114634509307907743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/04/spammed-by-recruiters.html' title='spammed by recruiters'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114623218216337037</id><published>2006-04-28T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T06:49:42.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservations</title><content type='html'>I think we should have job reservations in all the fields. I completely support the PM and all the politicians for promoting this. Let's start the reservation with our cricket team. We should have 10 percent reservation for muslims. 30 percent for OBC, SC/ST like that. Cricket rules should be modified accordingly. The boundary circle should be reduced for an SC/ST player. The four hit by an OBC player should be considered as a six and a six hit by a OBC player should be counted as 8 runs. An OBC player scoring 60 runs should be declared as a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should influence ICC and make rules so that the pace bowlers like Shoaib Akhtar should not bowl fast balls to our OBC player. Bowlers should bowl maximum speed of 80 kilometer per hour to an OBC player. Any delivery above this speed should be made illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we should have reservation in Olympics. In the 100 meters race, an OBC player should be given a gold medal if he runs 80 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be reservation in Government jobs also. Let's recruit SC/ST and OBC pilots for aircrafts which are carrying the ministers and Politicians (that can really help the country.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensure that only SC/ST and OBC doctors do the operations for the ministers and other politicians. (Another way of saving the country..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be creative and think of ways and means to guide INDIA forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's show the world that INDIA is a GREAT country. Let's be proud of being an INDIAN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the good breed of politicians like ARJUN SINGH long live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think, huh???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-114623218216337037?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114623218216337037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/04/reservations.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114623218216337037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114623218216337037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/04/reservations.html' title='Reservations'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114401179135047480</id><published>2006-04-02T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:24:19.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another beautiful flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-114401179135047480?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114401179135047480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-beautiful-flower.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114401179135047480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114401179135047480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-beautiful-flower.html' title='another beautiful flower'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114342463719210619</id><published>2006-03-26T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:58:41.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/pic4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/IMG_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/320/IMG_0026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my contract period was getting over on monday and the client hadn't renewed it till friday, cause of legal co. rules.&lt;br /&gt;so I did the best thing I could think of&lt;br /&gt;I went to Reno, on a rather bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a small lake road from highway and took it. &lt;br /&gt;Happily got my car stuck on ice ( ofcourse no chains).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the fat guy with camera is not me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-114342463719210619?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114342463719210619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/03/out-of-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114342463719210619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114342463719210619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/03/out-of-job.html' title='out of job'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114332770888223286</id><published>2006-03-25T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:00:35.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to propose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I saw your name next to mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In our wedding  card,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I felt blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I saw you  smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Seeing me in the traditional bride groom  dress,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I felt teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I held your  hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     During the marriage rituals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I felt  responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When you entered my lonely bachelor  life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And changed it into a heavenly abode,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I  felt lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When you showed the same love as I did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Towards my parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I felt proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When you  scolded me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     For neglecting my heath amidst my hectic  work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I felt pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I saw you  scream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Crying out of labor pains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I felt  helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I saw tears of happiness in your  eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As you looked at our kid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I felt blessed  once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     All these feeling have bloomed in my  heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But are yet to blossom in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As  these are feelings I long to feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     For these are still  unfelt.&lt;br /&gt;     Will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-114332770888223286?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114332770888223286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-propose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114332770888223286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114332770888223286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-propose.html' title='how to propose'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114252387222832904</id><published>2006-03-16T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:44:32.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting across culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just reading different blogs, I am so surprised by how difficult Indians find to accept different cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have few friends in US, who inspite of living here for past few years, still retain more indianness than most Indians.  The one good thing though is, that they tend to loose a lot of the 'behind the back talk' and the 'I know all and will guide you' attitude. But not fully,  as I have found more than once :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most keep long cherished dreams of returning to their wonderland India.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to give any too pessimistic views, but once you return back to India , with all the wealth,&lt;br /&gt;you still have to bear the people swearing at you, from your manager to the auto driver. From the dusty roads, to the ever meddlesomeness relatives. You have to be always on the lookout of who is waiting to cheat you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you are in US and are escaping all this ,  what is wrong with accepting a few flaws of US life and having a few friends, who are not Indian and spending some time with people of other culture and accepting their views of life even when they contradict all you have learnt.  After what you have learnt was in a single culture environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be open ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-114252387222832904?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114252387222832904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/03/cutting-across-culture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114252387222832904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114252387222832904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/03/cutting-across-culture.html' title='Cutting across culture'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114219100184411222</id><published>2006-03-12T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:16:41.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mustang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/mustang1%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/400/mustang1%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/Copy%20of%20mustang1%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/400/Copy%20of%20mustang1%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never had a thing for cars , till I bought this one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is something about it , that made me buy it without thinking much. Now I know why people love cars&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/6850641-114219100184411222?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114219100184411222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mustang.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114219100184411222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114219100184411222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mustang.html' title='my mustang'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-114218967498423272</id><published>2006-03-12T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:46:25.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st march</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/1600/something_for_you.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/392/400/something_for_you.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One of my romanian friend told me that 1st march is a day when you send flowers to all girls, friends or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I took this oppurtunity to send this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And few of the responses that i received where so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;response 1 ( this i like most)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's beautiful!!  How sweet of you :-)&lt;br /&gt;Did u take this picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;response 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;In he two list I can not find my name. to whom all is this been sent ?&lt;br /&gt;So no thanks J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;response 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;thanks:-)&lt;br /&gt;so sweet ......&lt;br /&gt;sorry couldn't talk to you .......&lt;br /&gt;life's got pretty hectic.........&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;bye:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone is so different and unique in there own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some are open, some guarded and some pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life teaches everyone different lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But everyone is beautiful in their own way.&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/6850641-114218967498423272?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/114218967498423272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/03/1st-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114218967498423272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/114218967498423272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2006/03/1st-march.html' title='1st march'/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-110956769156241668</id><published>2005-02-27T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:14:51.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Open thinking&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to put more thought on blog , instead of personal diary.&lt;br /&gt;here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time you are born, to till today, the education process, &lt;br /&gt;tries to imbibe some rules/theories into you. Rules that are the foundation of society.&lt;br /&gt;Rules like what is right , what is wrong. Do right things. &lt;br /&gt;Do good things for other and finally ofcourse there is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is wrong with imbibing these rules, nothing except , you can't think beyond them, think to the level, where you are ready to question these basic rules. Think with a truly open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example , can you visualize yourself as "the god". I don't mean this in any bloated sense of egoism, but just to break out of a mold. Just to visualize that you are god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better to visualize something like this. There is no god, never was. Its just a creation of our mind. There is no heaven or hell and one wouldn't be ever punished for any actions. &lt;br /&gt;There is no right and wrong action. The objective is not to question this above, but to see what we would have thought and acted if we had removed the base  - no god, no right/wrong, no consequences. Once we have this set, now start looking at all the actions, events , decisions. Again lets take the example of religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was no god, by that I mean no subconscious being, nothing, if it is all pure imagination, then look at the human history and what religion has done. Look at what the present religious leader is saying. If you were 100% sure that there is no god, how would you analyze his guidance. Would the actions that you take be any different. Would you lead a different life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all something about disbelieving god. No, its about opening thinking. Thinking without any basic assumption. And the most basic assumption, we have been taught is about god and about right and wrong. If we can break from this assumption and think openly, then we can break any assumption and truly think with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why open thinking. Because as a human being you have a mind, and you have the capacity to think anything you like. So give the freedom to your mind, think anything, then look at the ground reality and present constraints. Can I act like this in the present society, because my independent thought says so. If you have this independent mind, then you are your own leader, your own guide. And you also get the ability to switch yourself off, sit in another person's shoes and think why he took such a decision (in open thinking here, you are taking away the constraint, you are thining about your good, or maybe even his good, just thinking in his shoes). It opens up a whole new world to you , you understand people better. You move out of the worldly game of characterizing people as good or bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another example, canibalism , is it right, from what you and i have imbibed, it is wrong, but there have been societies which have thought of them as right. So now if you remove the assumption of whether cannibalism is right or wrong, and you place yourself in the neutral point, ( I don't think cannibalism is right or wrong) , only the present soceity will break up if people in this society started each other. &lt;br /&gt;Society will start accepting some changes, but not all. hundred years back , it didn;t accept gays. It can accept gays now but not cannibals. &lt;br /&gt;So back to open thinking, it empowers you to think at a whole new level, to question everything, to keep the clean field, then make choices, choices that are not based on any assumption, that you have been unconsciously imbibed, but that you consciously take as just an input for you decision, an input , but just that, not something that scues your whole thinking process.&lt;br /&gt;So then why society doesn't want us to do open thinking, well it will break the basis of society if each person started thinking for himself. But why do you think this will happen. 'cause still you are not thinking openly with an open mind. you have been imbibed with a rule that this will happen. so break out of the mould.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-110956769156241668?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/110956769156241668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2005/02/open-thinking-so-i-have-decided-to-put.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/110956769156241668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/110956769156241668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2005/02/open-thinking-so-i-have-decided-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6850641.post-110955769123011170</id><published>2005-02-27T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:16:15.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How lonely can a person be.&lt;br /&gt;You stand in a crowd, you are talking , shouting , enjoying , but still you are lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my great bunch of friends, who have alway been there , with whom I spend one of my best times. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere , you feel this is not you are meant to do, the dreams that defined you,&lt;br /&gt;that which drives you. When you find that you are moving away from it, when you find that there are somethings about yourself, that you are not able to express, somewhere you feel that you are lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good thing, I mean is this loneliness good. There are few pluses. It defines your individuality. Your uniqueness in the whole world. Your thoughts, your dreams, your emotions, somethings about you, that in total differentiate yourself from all the rest of people in the world. And I do have a friends circle, that accepts that. Accepts me for what Iam. A contradiction :)&lt;br /&gt;But then I guess everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I tend to think best, when I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in all that loneliness, you sit around for a few minutes or maybe few hours,&lt;br /&gt;but finally you come out of it stronger, happier , more determined, more focussed, more aware of who you are and ever more ready to find your purpose in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6850641-110955769123011170?l=jeseem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/feeds/110955769123011170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-lonely-can-person-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/110955769123011170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6850641/posts/default/110955769123011170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseem.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-lonely-can-person-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeseem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05275546080463932417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhL9icTljIw/SxcLDHGr5kI/AAAAAAAAATU/l2wfehDq3aA/S220/test.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
