<?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-8637778570878697426</id><updated>2012-01-07T00:50:04.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'>VALLAPURI</title><subtitle type='html'>.                    ....Beyond the Expectations</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-5423886145674695064</id><published>2012-01-07T00:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:50:04.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IT Version - Why this Kolaveri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;sing a song… Error song…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;White-u skinu clientu clientu&lt;br /&gt;Clientu heartu Blacku&lt;br /&gt;Issue u Issue u meet u meet u&lt;br /&gt;My appraisal darku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Dialogue1: ”mama.. notes eduthuko.. apadiye kaila KT eduthuko”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Pe pe pe pe&lt;br /&gt;Pe pe pe pe&lt;br /&gt;Sariya reverse KT sollu&lt;br /&gt;Ve ve ve ve ve ve ve ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Dialogue2: Super maama super maama.. ready? 1…. 2uu.. 3eee 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Pe pe pe pe&lt;br /&gt;Pe pe pe pe&lt;br /&gt;Ve ve ve ve ve ve ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Dialogue3: Ok. Maama.. now tune change.. uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Kaila Mouse uu&lt;br /&gt;illa illa only English huh!&lt;br /&gt;Hand-la mouse uu Mouse la code u&lt;br /&gt;Code u fulla error uu&lt;br /&gt;Empty lifeu project come u&lt;br /&gt;Life reversu gearu&lt;br /&gt;Bug bug u. Oh my bug u&lt;br /&gt;U showed me BOW u&lt;br /&gt;Beer u beer u.. Holy beer u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I want you here now u&lt;br /&gt;God I am dying now u&lt;br /&gt;PM happy how u&lt;br /&gt;This song is for IT guys u&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have choice u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri…di&lt;br /&gt;Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri..di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8637778570878697426-5423886145674695064?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5423886145674695064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5423886145674695064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2012/01/it-versiion-why-this-kolaveri.html' title='IT Version - Why this Kolaveri'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-6372580118673172338</id><published>2012-01-07T00:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:39:54.850+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That's Telugu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayUzeYAA_PY/TeBq5mLBUkI/AAAAAAAACAo/qvkN2Q1_z4o/s1600/Super+Star+Krishna1306337136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayUzeYAA_PY/TeBq5mLBUkI/AAAAAAAACAo/qvkN2Q1_z4o/s320/Super+Star+Krishna1306337136.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, 'lucida grande', tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;కాలం మారుతోంది..సామాజిక పరిస్థితులు మారుతున్నాయి. అయితే మారుతున్న తీరు కొన్నిసార్లు సమాజంలోని కొన్ని వర్గాలకు ఇబ్బందికరంగా తయారవుతుంది. సమాజానికి వ్యవసాయరంగం ఎంత ముఖ్యమైనదో అందరికీ తెలుసు. కానీ క్రమేపీ ఆ రంగం పట్ల ఆదరణ తగ్గుతోంది. వ్యవసాయం చేసేవారిని చిన్నచూపు చూస్తున్నారు. చివరకి పరిస్థితి ఏరకంగా వచ్చిందంటే వ్యవసాయం చేసే యువకులను పెళ్లి చేసుకోమని యువతులు చెప్పేంతవరకు వెళ్లింది. ఒకప్పుడు ఒక యువకుడు వెనుక ఎంత భూమి ఉందని చూసేవారు. ఇప్పుడు ఏ ఉద్యోగం చేస్తున్నాడు, ఎంత సంపాదిస్తున్నాడని చూస్తున్నారు. మరి అంతా ఉద్యోగాలకే వెళ్తే వ్యవసాయం ఎవరి చేయాలి? అకాల వర్షాలు, కరువు కాటకాలు , మద్ధతుధరలు వంటి సమస్యలతో సతమతమవుతున్న రైతుబిడ్డలకు తగిన జోడీ కూడా దొరకకపోవడం సమాజానికి మంచిదా అన్నది ఆలోచించాలి. విజయవాడలో వివాహబంధం అనే సంస్థ దీనిపై ఓ సర్వే నిర్వహించింది. ఏ వృత్తిలో ఉన్నవారిని వివాహమాడతారన్న ప్రశ్నకు ఆశ్చర్యకరమైన ఫలితం వచ్చింది. సర్వేలో పాల్గొన్నవారిలో కనీసం ఒక్కరు కూడా వ్యవసాయవృత్తి దారుణ్ని పెళ్లి చేసుకోవడానికి ప్రాధాన్యత ఇవ్వలేదు. పిల్లల తల్లిదండ్రులు కూడా ఇదే ధోరణితో ఉన్నారు. దాదాపు 200మందిని ఈ సంస్థ ప్రశ్నిస్తే, అందులో ఎక్కువగా సాఫ్ట్‌వేర్ ఇంజనీర్లు, తరువాత ప్రభుత్వ ఉద్యోగులకే మొగ్గుచూపారు. ఇలా మారిపోయింది మన సమాజం....&lt;b&gt;Jai Jawan&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Jai Kisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-7247192284623743650?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7247192284623743650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7247192284623743650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2011/05/blog-post_28.html' title='వ్యవసాయం చేస్తే పెళ్లి చేసుకోం'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayUzeYAA_PY/TeBq5mLBUkI/AAAAAAAACAo/qvkN2Q1_z4o/s72-c/Super+Star+Krishna1306337136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3007289828660958900</id><published>2011-05-14T00:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-14T00:38:57.908+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ప్రజల పిలుపే జగన్ గెలుపు</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;చేతకాని ప్రభుత్వం, చావలేని ప్రతిపక్షం&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ఇది కాదు ప్రజలు కోరుకునేది&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;వాళ్ళ కోసమే పుట్టాడు అనిపించాలి&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;అనుక్షణం వారితో కలసి నడవాలి&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;వారి పెదాలపై చిరునవ్వు కావాలి&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;వారి జీవితాల్లో వెలుగులు నింపే విశ్వాసం&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;మాటల్లో, చేతల్లో స్పష్టత&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ఒక యువ చైతన్యం ఒక యువశక్తి,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ఒక ఆత్మీయ స్పర్శ, ఒక ఓదార్పు.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;అదే నేర్పు అదే నడవడిక అదే విశ్వసనీయత&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;వేసే ప్రతి అడుగు ప్రజల జీవితాల్లో వెలుగులు నింపేందుకే&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;అందుకే ఇప్పటికి అదే ఆదరణ అదే అభిమానం.&lt;br /&gt;తండ్రి బాటలోనే తనయుడు&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;బలం, బలహీనత రెండు ప్రజలే&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;అందుకే ప్రజల గుండెల్లో వారి స్థానం పదిలం&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ఇప్పటికి.... ఎప్పటికి.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ప్రజల గుండెల్లో నీ స్థానం&amp;nbsp; సింహాసనం, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;పాలకుల గుండెల్లో నువ్వు సింహస్వప్నం.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;జనం కోసం జగన్ - జగన్ కోసం మనం&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3007289828660958900?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3007289828660958900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3007289828660958900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='ప్రజల పిలుపే జగన్ గెలుపు'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8348757777094239197</id><published>2011-03-10T00:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:23:22.129+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Industrialists vs Businessmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A news reporter asked Jamshedji as to why Tata's are not  making as much money &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;as  Reliance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He was said to have replied, “We are  industrialists. They are businessmen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What TATA did to 26/11 Mumbai  victims?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pl. do not delete.&amp;nbsp; A must read Topic for all  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;LET THE WORLD KNOW WHAT IS  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"CORPORATE SOCIAL  RESPONSIBILITY"?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;THE NEWS WE DO NOT KNOW!  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;. The Tata Gesture&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. All category of employees including those who had completed even 1 day as  casuals &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;were treated on duty  during the time the hotel was closed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Relief and assistance to all those&amp;nbsp;who were injured and killed  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. The  relief and assistance was extended to all those who died at  the railway station, &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;surroundings including the “Pav- Bha ji” vendor  and the pan shop owners. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. During the time the hotel was closed, the salaries were sent by money order.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. A  psychiatric cell was established in collaboration with Tata Institute of Social  Sciences &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;to counsel those who  needed such help. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. The  thoughts and anxieties going on people’s mind was constantly tracked  and&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;where needed  psychological help provided. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Employee outreach centers were opened where all help, food, water, sanitation,  &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;first aid and counseling was  provided. 1600 employees were covered by this facility. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. Every  employee was assigned to one mentor and it was that person’s  responsibility&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; to act as a  “single window” clearance for any help that the person required.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Ratan  Tata personally visited the families of all the 80 employees who in some  manner&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– either through  injury or getting killed – were affected. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. The  dependents of the employees were flown from outside Mumbai to Mumbai  &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;and taken care off in terms of  ensuring mental assurance and peace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; They were all accommodated in Hotel  President for 3 weeks. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11. Ratan Tata himself asked the families and dependents – as to what they  &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;wanted him to do.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;12. In a  record time of 20 days, a new trust was created by the Tatas for the  &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;purpose of relief of employees.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;13. What is unique is that even the other people, the railway employees,  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;the police staff, the  pedestrians who had nothing to do with Tatas were covered by &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;compensation. Each one of them was provided  subsistence allowance of Rs. 10K per &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;month for all these people for 6 months.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;14. A 4  year old granddaughter of a vendor got 4 bullets in her and only one  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;was removed in the Government  hospital. She was taken to Bombay hospital and &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;several lacs were spent by the Tatas on her to  fully recover her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;15. New  hand carts were provided to several vendors who lost their carts.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;16. Tata  will take responsibility of life education of 46 children of the victims  of&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;the terror.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;17. This  was the most trying period in the life of the organisation. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Senior managers including Ratan Tata were visiting  funeral to funeral over the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; 3 days that were most horrible.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;18. The  settlement for every deceased member ranged from Rs. 36 to 85 lacs  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[One lakh rupees tranlates to  approx 2200 US $ ] in addition to the following benefits: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a. Full last salary for life for the family and  dependents; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b. Complete responsibility of  education of children and dependents – anywhere in the world. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;c. Full Medical facility for the whole family and  dependents for rest of their life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;d. All loans and advances were waived off –  irrespective of the amount. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;e. Counselor for life for each person  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;B. Epilogue &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How was such passion created among the employees?  How and why did they behave &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;the  way they did? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The organisation is clear that  it is not something that someone can take credit for. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not some training and development that  created such behaviour. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;If  someone suggests that – everyone laughs &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It has to do with the DNA of the organisation,  with the way Tata culture exists &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;and above all with the situation that prevailed  that time. The organization has &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;always been telling that customers and guests are  #1 priority &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hotel business was started  by Jamshedji Tata when he was insulted in one of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;the British hotels and not allowed to stay there.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He created several institutions which later became  icons of progress, culture and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; modernity. IISc is one such institute. He  was told by the rulers that time that he &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;can acquire land for IISc to the extent he could  fence the same. He could afford &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;fencing only 400 acres. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When the HR function hesitatingly made a very rich  proposal to Ratan – he said – &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;do  you think we are doing enough? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The whole approach was that the organisation would  spend several hundred crore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; in re-building the property – why not spend  equally on the employees who gave their life? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is NOT COVERED BY Any NEWS CHANNELS  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like JOKERS RUNNING NDTV, CNN-IBN, STAR NEWS,  AAJTAK, ZEE NEWS , IBN These People Busy SHOWING &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;DOGS CATS and cricketers &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forward to all people who you know to show what  Ratan Tata DID for his&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;employees and other Indians. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LET THE WORLD KNOW WHAT IS "CORPORATE SOCIAL  RESPONSIBILITY"? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8348757777094239197?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8348757777094239197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8348757777094239197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2011/03/industrialists-vs-businessmen.html' title='Industrialists vs Businessmen'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3086368298483201469</id><published>2011-02-24T17:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:14:25.118+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ఒకనేత రాలిపోతే...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ఒక నాయకుడు లేకపోతే ఏమవుతుందనుకుంటాం.ఒక నాయకుడు రాష్ట్రాన్నిబాగు  చేయవచ్చు. ఒక నాయకుడు రాష్ట్రాన్ని చెడగొట్టవచ్చు. ఈ మధ్యకాలంలో ఇది  మనరాష్ట్ర ప్రజలకు బాగా అనుభవంలోకి వస్తున్నవిషయం.2009 సెప్టెంబరు రెండో  తేదీన ఆకస్మికంగా ఆనాటి ముఖ్యమంత్రి డాక్టర్ వై.ఎస్.రాజశేఖరరెడ్డి మరణించిన  నాటి నుంచి జరిగిన పరిణామాలు గమనిస్తున్నవారందరికి ఒక నాయకుడు లేకపోతే ఇంత  తేడా వస్తుందా అన్న భావన కలుగుతోంది.రాజశేఖరరెడ్డి కొన్ని తప్పులు చేసి  ఉండవచ్చు.పలు అభియోగాలకు గురై ఉండవచ్చు. కాని కాంగ్రెస్ పార్టీని ఒక తాటిపై  నడిపారు. ఆయన తన మాటకు ఎదురు లేకుండా నయానో, భయానో అందరిని తనదారిలో  ఉంచుకున్నారు. రాజశేఖరరెడ్డి అంతా ఘనంగా చేశారని చెప్పజాలం. జలయజ్ఞం పేరుతో  జరిగిన పనులలో చాలా అవకతవకలు ఉండవచ్చు. ప్రాణహిత-చేవెళ్ల వంటి ఆచరణ సాధ్యం  కాని ప్రాజెక్టులను చేపట్టి ఉండవచ్చు. ఈరోజు వై.ఎస్.ను నిందిస్తున్న  సీనియర్ కాంగ్రెస్ నేత జి.వెంకటస్వామి ఆ ప్రాజెక్టు ప్రారంభోత్సవానికి  హాజరై వై.ఎస్ ను అపరభగీరధుడు అని కీర్తించారు. అలాగే ఇప్పుడు వీర  తెలంగాణవాది లెక్క మాట్లాడుతున్న టి.జీవన్ రెడ్డి వంటి కొందరు నేతలు ఆ  రోజున వై.ఎస్ క్యాబినెట్ లో ఉండి ముందుగా తెలంగాణ అభివృద్ది ముఖ్యం అని  చెప్పేవారు. ఇక తెలంగాణను తామే తెస్తామని చెప్పేవారిలో ముందంజలో ఉన్న  నల్లగొండ ఎమ్.పి గుత్తా సుఖేందర్ రెడ్డి కాని నూక్లియర్ డీల్ లో కాంగ్రెస్  ను బలపరిచిన నాగర్ కర్నూల్ ఎమ.పి మంధా జగన్నాధం రాజశేఖరరెడ్డి ద్వారానే  కాంగ్రెస్ లోకి వచ్చారు. ఇక తన కుమారుడు ఓ హత్య కేసులో ఇరుక్కోవడంతో  రాజకీయంగా కూడా తీవ్ర ఇబ్బందులు పడ్డ కె..కేశవరావు వంటివారు కూడా వై.ఎస్.తో  జాగ్రత్తగా మసలేవారు. ఇక టిఆర్ఎస్ నేతలు కొందరు రాజశేఖరరెడ్డి నాయకత్వంలో  కాంగ్రెస్ కు దగ్గరవడానికి కూడా స్నహాలు చేశారు. కెసిఆర్ పూర్తి నిరాశలో  కూరుకుపోయిన రోజులవి. అలాంటి స్థితిలో అనూహ్యంగా ప్రమాదానికి గురై  మరణించడంతో రాష్ట్రం అంతా అతలాకుతలమై పోయింది. ఒక్కసారిగా రాజకీయంగా,  అభివృద్దిపరంగా గందరగోళంలో పడిపోయింది. వై.ఎస్. స్తానంలో వచ్చిన కొణిజేటి  రోశయ్యగాని, ఇప్పటి ముఖ్యమంత్రి కిరణ్ కుమార్ రెడ్డిగాని అటు  పాలనాపరంగాకాని, ఇటు పార్టీపరంగా కాని పట్టు సాధించలేక పోయారు. కిరణ్ కొంత  ప్రయత్నం చేస్తున్నా సొంత పార్టీ నేతలే ఎక్కడా సహకరించకుండా కాంగ్రెస్  పార్టీని ప్రభుత్వాన్ని గబ్బు చేస్తున్నారు. పార్టీ అధినేత్రిగా ఉన్న  సోనియాగాంధీ బిజెపి నేత కిషన్ రెడ్డి అన్నట్లు రోమ్ తగలబడుతుంటే ఫిడేల్  వాయించుకుంటున్న చక్రవర్తిలా గడుపుతున్నారు. ఈలోగా ఇక్కడి నేతలు అరాచకాలు  సృష్టిస్తున్నా, ప్రజల మధ్య విద్వేషాలు రెచ్చగొడుతున్నా, తమ స్వార్ధం కోసం  రాజకీయాలు నడుపుతున్నా, ఇష్టారాజ్యంగా జనం మీదపడి డబ్బు వసూళ్లు చేస్తున్నా  ఒక్క మాట కూడా అనలేని పరిస్థితిలో నాయకత్వం పడిపోయింది.ప్రశాంతంగా  ఉండాల్సిన రాష్ట్రాన్ని మండుతున్న కొలిమిలా చేసి ఈ నేతలు చలిమంటలు  కాగుతున్నారు. తెలంగాణ సాధన పేరుతో ఏమి చేసినా నడిచిపోతుందని  భావిస్తున్నారు. లక్షల మంది ఉద్యోగులు హాజరుపట్టిలో సంతకాలు చేసి పని  చేయకుండా, నెలాఖరుకు జీతాలు మాత్రం తీసుకోవాలనుకుంటున్నారు. అదే సహాయ  నిరాకరణ అట. రెవెన్యూ వసూళ్లు సరిగా లేకపోతే జీతాలు ఎక్కడనుంచి  చెల్లిస్తారన్నస్పృహ వీరికెందుకు రాదో తెలియదు. అధికార కాంగ్రెస్ తోపాటు,  విపక్ష టిడిపి కూడా ఈ బంద్ లకు మద్దతు ఇస్తోంది. ఎవరికివారు ఎక్కడ  వెనుకబడిపోతామేమోనని హడావుడి పడుతున్నారు. శాసనసభలో అరాచకం  సృష్టిస్తున్ననేతలు దానిని సమర్ధించుకుంటున్న తీరు చూసి సభ్య సమాజం  తలదించుకోవలసిందే.. సీనియర్ నేతలుగా చెప్పుకునే కొందరు జయప్రకాష్ మీద  జరిగిని దాడిని కూడా శభాష్ అనే పరిస్థితిలో పడ్డారు.ఇక బంద్ పేరిట తమకు  కావలసిన మీడియాను మినహాయించి,మిగతా మీడియాను బంద్ చేయించిన తీరు  నిరంకుశత్వంగా కనిపిస్తుంది. ఇదంతా చూస్తుంటే తెలంగాణ వచ్చాక ఇంకెంత  నియంతృత్వంగా వీరు మారతారోనన్న అభిప్రాయ కలుగుతుంది. టిఆర్ఎస్ అధినేత  కెసిఆర్ కు సొంత ఛానల్ ఉంది.ఆయన బంధువర్గానికి చెందిన మరొకరికి ఇంకో ఛానల్  ఉంది. ఆ రెంటికి, వాటితోపాటు ఇతర రాష్ట్ర యజమానికి చెందిన మరో ఛానల్  ప్రసారాలు మాత్రం అనుమతించి మిగిలిన వాటిని మాత్రం బంద్ చేసిన తీరు ఆ  ఛానళ్ల వ్యాపారం పెంచుకోడానికి చేసిన యత్నమేనన్న విమర్శలకు దారితీస్తోంది.  ఇంత అప్రజాస్వామికంగా జరుగుతున్నా టిఆర్ఎస్ అధినేత కెసిఆర్ కాని, రాజకీయ  జెఎసి నేత కోదండరామ్ గాని ఇది తప్పని చెప్పరు. ఏకపక్షంగా ఉంటేనే  అనుమతిస్తారన్నమాట. రేపో,మాపో కెసిఆర్ పత్రికను కూడా పెట్టబోతున్నారు.  అప్పడు మిగిలిన పత్రికలను కూడా కొన్నాళ్లపాటు మూసివేయించుతారేమోనని కొందరు  వ్యాఖ్యానిస్తున్నారు. నిజానికి ఇంత స్వేచ్చగా రాసే రోజులు  కావేమోననిపిస్తుంది. ఎందుకంటే ఒకపక్క చేతకాని ప్రభుత్వం, మరోపక్క తమ ఇష్టం  వచ్చినట్లే రాయాలని, చూపాలని శాసించే రాజకీయ పార్టీని అడిగే దమ్ము ఎవరికి  ఉంది? చివరికి ఇలాంటి అన్యాయాలను గట్టిగా నిలదీయాల్సిన విపక్షం కూడా  విఫలమైపోతోంది. ప్రతిపక్షనేత చంద్రబాబు నాయుడు ఈ పరిణామాలపై ఒక్క మాట  మాట్లాడే ధైర్యం చేయలేకపోతున్నారు. పైగా శాసనసభలో అల్లర్లు సృష్టించిన తన  పార్టీ సభ్యుల సస్పెన్షన్ ను కనీసం క్షమాఫణ చెప్పకుండా ఎత్తివేయమని డిమాండు  చేస్తున్నారు. దీనిని బట్టి ఏమి అర్ధం అవుతుంది?చంద్రబాబు నాయుడు ఒకప్పుడు  విలువల గురించి గట్టిగా చెప్పేవారు. ఈ మధ్య మీడియా ఎలా ఉండాలో బోధనలు  చేస్తున్నారు. మరి అలాంటి నేత ముందుగా తన పార్టీ నేతలను అదుపులో  ఉంచుకోలేకపోతున్నారు.వారిని సరైన దారిలో పెట్టలేకపోతే సరే, ఆయనే వారి  దారిలోకి వెళ్లి అప్రతిష్టపాలవుతున్నారు.ప్రభుత్వం,పోలీసు వ్యవస్థల గురించి  ఎంత తక్కువగా చెప్పుకుంటే అంత మంచిదేమో. రెండు సినిమాపాటలు వేశారంటూ  పిచ్చి కేసులు పెట్టే పోలీసు కమిషనర్, ప్రజల మధ్య ద్వేషాలు  రెచ్చగొట్టేవారిపైకాని, అలాంటి కధనాలపై కాని నోరు మెదపలేకపోతున్నారు. ఒక  ప్రాంతం మనుషులు తినే బిర్యానిని పేడతో పోల్చి అమానుషంగా మాట్లాడిన నేతను  కనీసం ఇది తప్పు అని చెప్పే ప్రభుత్వ నేత ఒక్కరు కూడా లేకపోవడం మన  దౌర్యాగ్యం. ఎంతో చదువుకుని అందరికి సుద్దులు చెప్పేనేతలు కొందరు ఇలా  సభ్యతారహితంగా మాట్లాడుతుంటే స్పందించలేని సమాజంలో మనం ఉన్నాం.ఈ దుర్భర  పరిస్థితికి మనల్ని మనం నిందించుకోవడం తప్ప ఏమి చేయలేకపోతున్నాం. ఎందుకంటే  దౌర్జన్యాలు చేసేవారికి మద్దతుగా మాట్లాడే నాయకులు మనకు ఉన్నారు. మన  నాయకత్వం ఇంత అధ్వాన్నంగా ఉంటున్నా నోరు విప్పి మాట్లాడితే ఏమవుతుందోనన్న  భయంతో జనం వణికి పోతున్నారు.బంద్ లు నిర్వహించడం ఎవరికి లాభం. రోజుల తరబడి  బంద్ లు నిర్వహిస్తే ఎవరు బాధపడేది. రెక్కాడితేగాని డొక్కాడని నిరుపేదల గతి  ఏమిటి?నాయకులకు గాని, వారి కుటుంబాలకుగాని ఈ బంద్ ల వల్ల పోయేదేమీ లేదు.  రాష్ట్రం ఇప్పటికే ఈ గొడవల వల్ల అధోగతి పాలైందని అంతా బాధపడుతుంటే ఇంకా  బంద్ లు చేసి ఎవరిని ఉద్దరిస్తారు. ఉస్మానియా యూనివర్శిటీ అంటే విద్యల  నిలయంగా కాకుండా, ఉద్ర్తిక్తతలకు నిలయంగా, అదేదో నిషేధిత ప్రాంతంగా  మారిందంటే ఎవరిని తప్పు పట్టాలి. విద్యార్ధులను రెచ్చగొట్టి తమ పబ్బం  గడుపుకుంటున్న నేతలను అనాలా? విద్యార్ధులు తమ విద్యా సంవత్సరం  పోగొట్టుకుంటే వారితోపాటు వారి తల్లిదండ్రులు ఎంతగా బాధపడతారో అర్ధం  చేసుకోలేకపోతున్నారేమిటని మదనపడడం తప్ప ఏమి చేయలేని స్థితి నెలకొంది. ఇదంతా  తెలంగాణ రాష్ట్ర ఏర్పాటుకువ్యతిరేకంగా రాయడం కాదు. తెలంగాణ ప్రజాస్వామిక  ఆకాంక్షగా మారింది. దానిని నెరవేర్చాల్సిన బాధ్యత ప్రభుత్వంపై ఉంటుంది.  దానిని సాధించవలసిన ఎమ్.పిలు, ఎమ్మెల్యేలు, ఎమ్మెల్సీలు తాము త్యాగం  చేయకుండా, విద్యార్ధులనో, లేక సామాన్య జనాన్నో బలి చేస్తున్నారు. ఒక్కమాట  ఆలోచించండి. నిజంగానే ఈ తెలంగాణ కాంగ్రెస్ ఎమ్.పిలు,ఎమ్మెల్యేలు అందరూ  ఒక్కమాటపై నిలబడి తమ పదవులకు నిజాయితీగా రాజీనామా చేసి కూర్చుంటే తెలంగాణ  రాదని ఎవరైనా అనుకుంటున్నారా? అలా చేయకుండా విద్యార్ధులను వీరు బలి  చేస్తున్నారు.ఎంతో సుదీర్ఘ జీవితం గడపవలసిన వీరు గవర్నరునో, మరొకరినో  నిందిస్తూ కాలం గడుపుతూ ప్రజలను మభ్యపెడుతున్నారు. ఎప్పటికప్పుడు కొత్త  గడువులు పెడుతూ రాజీనామాలు చేయకుండా తప్పుకుంటున్నారు.ఇక కాంగ్రెస్  అధిష్టానం తాను భ్రష్టు పట్టడమేకాక, రాష్ట్రాన్ని కూడా భ్రష్టుపట్టంచింది. ఈ  పరిస్థితి మారకపోతే రాష్ట్రానికి నిష్కృతి లేదు. ఇవన్ని చూశాక అయ్యో  రాజశేఖరరెడ్డి జీవించి ఉంటే ఇవన్ని జరిగి ఉండేవి కాదుగా అని ఎవరికి వారు  అనుకుంటున్నమాట నిజం. అందుకే ఏ సమాజానికైనా, ఏ రాష్టానికైనా, ఏ దేశానికైనా ఓ  సమర్దుడైన నాయకుడు కావాలి. ఆ నాయకుడు లేకే ఇప్పుడు మనం అంతా నాలుగు రోడ్ల  కూడలిలో నిస్సహాయంగా నిలబడ్డాం.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7902323456488994488</id><published>2011-02-20T08:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-20T08:12:20.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Every Software Engineer should read this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A Story about Onsite...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One fine day, Vivek's PL Bhatia asks him whether he has any time for a small meeting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek obviously has time and so the two go to a conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Bhatia then clears his throat and says "Vivek, there is an on-site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;requirement. It is in Covina , Los Angeles . It is for six months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;suggest your name. Do you have any problems?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek cannot believe his ears. Of course why should any one have problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;going to the Sam land.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Of course no Bhatia.. I have no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;problems." he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Bhatia looks at him very kindly and says "You better draw up your personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;plans with your wife and let me know in a day or two" That's when Vivek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;remembers that he has a wife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Then it strikes him that there is a himalayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;problem in front of him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana is working in Wipro. She is in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;the middle of a project in which she is a moduleleader.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;She cannot leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;all and come to Covina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;with Vivek.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;On the otherhand it will be cruel on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek's part to leave her here and go to Covina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;for more than half a year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Moreover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;they have just been married.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek can stay back. But one day he has to go.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He cannot stay back in India indefinitely. Project requirements are too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;demanding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana can resign Wipro and accompany Vivek.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;But what is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;guarantee that she would find such a nice job in such a nice company after they come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;back from Covina ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;So Shobana and Vivek discuss this issue. They reluctantly agree to get separated for six months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek hugs Shobana in the airport and says "I will be BACK" in a typical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Scharzegger tone and then boards Delta Airways leaving Shobana in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;tears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;In Covina Vivek gets lots of work and his stay gets extended by &amp;nbsp;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;more months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The days and months move very slowly. Vivek starts counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;even minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;During this period, Shobana's PL Ashish Mehta calls her one day and asks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;her whether she has any time for a small meeting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana wonders what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;that meeting is..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;They go to the conference room and Mehta tells her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;about a great on-site requirement in Berlin , Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;for their customer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"It is for six months and you are most suited person for this. I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;going to suggest your name. Do you have any problems?" Mehta asks her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana gets excited.. Berlin ! She has never been out of India .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;So she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;instantly nods her head. Mehta then smiles and says "Okay discuss with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;your hubby and let me know in a day or two" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;That's when Shobana gets the gravity of the situation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;It will be two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;months before Vivek can come home..... By the time Shobana will have left to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Berlin for six months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana cannot decline this as this is an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;important assignment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;That night Vivek spends hundred dollars on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;telephone to discuss this matter with Shobana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Finally they decide to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana breaks down in the phone and Vivek breaks down thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;about his phone bill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;And then Shobana leaves to Berlin . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One month after that,Vivek comes back to India.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Then Shobana calls him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;almost everyday and they discuss about all petty things on the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana applies for a loan to clear her telephone bills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek gets into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;a new project which is not yet started.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;His PL Prateek Ray calls him one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;day and says that he has to go to Toledo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666699;"&gt;Ohio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699;"&gt;for the requirement analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;of that project.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek frantically says no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana is arriving next month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He doesn't want to miss her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;But Ray assures him that the work is only for one month and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;that he would be back before Shobana comes to India .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Thus Vivek flies to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Toledo Ohio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;and gets into the requirement analysis of the new project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;That's when he comes to know how difficult it is to retrieve information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;from the users.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;You can design a system the user wants only when the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;user knows what he wants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek gets baffled by the questions his users &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;put..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Do you think I need those fields "GMG_TYPE_HJHJ_TW" and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Auto_level_ind"?What are they by the way?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The requirements analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;stage continues for three full months at this pace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana comes to India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;month after that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;And she tells her PL that she doesn't want anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;on-site  assignments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"I understand" says Mehta and she desperately waits for  Vivek to come back to India .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;It has already been two months over a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;since they last met.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek then gets the role of an on-site coordinator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;for this customer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He calls Shobana that night and they really don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;know what to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana offers to resign her job and join him in Toledo .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;she is getting 21 grand per month in Indiaand Vivek doesn't want to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Two more months Shobana and I promise I will be back" Shobana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;retorts back,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"There is no solution for this problem." Vivek gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;surprised.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"What are you talking about?" he asks her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana fights back her  tears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"As long as I am in Wipro I will be getting a lot of on-site  opportunities. Even if I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;decline all of them, what about you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;You also work for a software&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;company and there you need to go abroad almost once every quarter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I cannot accompany you as you don't want me to resign my job here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;that mean we have to stay like this forever?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek! I love you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;don't know how I spent fifteen months without even seeing you once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;may not recognize you also if you come in front of me now...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Tell me Vivek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;is there a solution for this problem?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek doesn't speak anything for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He then realizes the truth in her sentences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;It is a never ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;But what about the 20 grand she is getting per month? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Vivek, is money everything? Can't we comfortably live with what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;getting? Please Vivek, try to understand the situation" Shobana breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Vivek is still undecided. He married a software engineer with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;hope that with two incomes he would have a good deal of money to plan their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"Let us face the reality, Vivek" Shobana says, "How much are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;paying for the phone calls now? More than 20 grand per month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If I am with you there will your phone bill be so astronomical? Just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;tell me one thing. Won't you be happy having me there with you?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;slowly turns hysterical. Vivek gets into the crux of the situation. It is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He has been spending around 600 to 700 dollars per month on India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;calls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;that is far more than what Shobana is getting then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He thinks and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;thinks..for two days he does nothing else but thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Finally he decides that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;he should have Shobana with him all the time from then onwards at any cost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Shobana gladly prepares the resignation letter and submits it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Her PL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;smiles and says&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"You've made the right decision Shobana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;congratulations &amp;nbsp;for the bold step. I understand your problems. Anyway! you have a three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;months notice period here, right? We have a one month assignment in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;....." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;MORAL : No software professional should marry another software professional.... unless one of them is ready to resign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/8637778570878697426-7902323456488994488?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7902323456488994488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7902323456488994488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2011/02/every-software-engineer-should-read.html' title='Every Software Engineer should read this.'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-6596230523925547288</id><published>2011-02-20T07:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-20T07:47:26.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best Moments in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333399;"&gt;* To fall in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To laugh until it hurts your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To find mails by the thousands when you return from a vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To go for a vacation to some pretty place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To listen to your favorite song in the radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To go to bed and to listen while it rains outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To leave the! Shower and find that the towel is warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To clear your last exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To receive a  call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To find money in a pant that you haven't used since last year .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To laugh at yourself looking at mirror, making faces. :))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Calls at midnight that last for hours. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To laugh without a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To accidentally hear somebody say something good about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep for a couple of hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To hear a song that makes you remember a special person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To be part of a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To watch the sunset from the hill top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To feel butterflies! In the stomach every time that you see that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To pass time with your best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To see people that you like, feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To use a sweater of the person that you like and find that it still smells of their perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333399;"&gt;See an old friend again and to feel that the things have not changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To take an evening walk along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To have somebody tell you that he/she loves you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To laugh .......laugh. .......and laugh ...... remembering stupid things done with stupid friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the best moments of life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-6596230523925547288?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6596230523925547288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6596230523925547288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2011/02/best-moments-in-life.html' title='Best Moments in Life'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7337836849052086933</id><published>2011-02-11T07:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:18:03.510+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Small Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;మన హీరోలు పరీక్ష రాయటానికి వచ్చారు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;వచ్చి ఎవరి టాలెంట్ వాళ్ళు చూపించారు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;పరిక్ష మొదలైన&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;నిమిషాల తరువాత వచ్చాడు మహేష్ బాబు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఏంటి బాబు లేట్ అంటే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;మహేష్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఎప్పుడు వచ్చామని కాదు అన్నయ్య పరీక్ష రాశామా లేదా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; ..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అని వెళ్ళి &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;కూర్చున్నాడు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;వెనకున్న చిరంజీవి బ్రదర్ ఇది తీసుకో అని స్లిప్ ఇచ్చాడు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;మహేష్ థాంక్స్ చెబితే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;చీరంజీవి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;థాంక్స్ కాదు బ్రదర్ ఆ స్లిప్ ను మూడు చేసి ముగ్గురికి ఇవ్వు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఆ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ముగ్గురుని ఇంకో ముగ్గురకు ఇవ్వమని చెప్పు అలా మొత్తం స్లిప్ లు మయం చేయండి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అనగానే పక్కనే వున్న రామ్ చరణ్ అందుకుని&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;రామ్ చరణ్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;: *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఒక్కొకటి కాదు నాన్న&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;వంద స్లిప్పులు ఒక్కసారి పంపించు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; 300 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;వందలమందికి పంచుతా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అని కూర్చున్నాడు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అప్పుడు సాయికుమార్ వచ్చి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;సాయికుమార్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;: *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;కనిపించే మూడు పేపర్లు &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.. OMR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;పేపర్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;క్వశ్చన్ పేపర్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఆన్సర్ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;పేపర్ అయితే కనిపించని ఆ నాలుగో పేపరేరా స్లిప్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;స్లిప్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;స్లిప్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అని తన స్లిప్ తను తీసుకుని కూర్చున్నాడు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;స్లిప్ప్పులు ఎక్కువై కోపం వచ్చిన బాలకృష్ణ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;బాలకృష్ణ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఒరేయ్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;నేను కాపీ కొట్టడం మొదలుపెడితే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఏ ప్రశ్నకి ఏ జవాబు &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;రాసానో కనుక్కోవడానికి వారం పట్టిద్ది&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;మర్యాదగా ఏ ప్రశ్నకు ఏ స్లిప్పో సరిగ్గా &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;చెప్పండి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;మరోపక్క స్లిప్పులు దొరక్క ఎగబడుతున్న వాళ్ళను పక్కకు నెట్టిన ప్రభాస్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ప్రభాస్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;: *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;వాడు పొతే వీడు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;వీడు పొతే నేను&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;నేను పొతే నా అమ్మామొగుడు అని&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఎవరైనా స్లిప్ కోసం ఎగబడితే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;దెబ్బకో తలకాయ్ చొప్పున బెంచిలకి బలవుతాయి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అని స్లిప్పు తెచ్చుకు రాసుకుంటున్నాడు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;యన్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;టి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఆర్ బుద్దిగా తన స్లిప్పు తను రాసుకుంటుంటే ఎవడో వచ్చి స్లిప్పు &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;లాక్కోబోతే వాడి చెయ్యి గట్టిగా పట్టుకుని&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;జూ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;|| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;యన్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;టి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఆర్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;: *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;రేయ్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;సాఫ్ట్ గా లవర్ బాయ్ లాగా ఉన్నాడు అనుకుంటూన్నవేమో&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;లోపల ఒరిజినల్ అలాగే ఉంది&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;స్లిప్పు వదల్లేదో &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;రచ్చ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;రచ్చే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;..!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అన్నాడు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఈ లోపు ఎగ్జామ్ స్క్వాడ్ వచ్చి పేపర్లు లాక్కుని అందరినీ బయటకు &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;పంపారు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఇన్ఫర్మేషన్ ఎవరు ఇచ్చారా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అని అందరు ఆలోచిస్తుంటే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అందరికన్నా చివరన &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;వచ్చాడు రవితేజ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;రవితేజ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;: *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఇన్ఫర్మేషన్ ఎవరు ఇచ్చారా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అనేగా మీ డవుటు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;నేనే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఇచ్చా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;ఊరికినే కాపీ కొడితే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;కిక్ ఏముంది నా అప్పడం&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అందుకే స్క్వాడ్ ను పిలిచా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అని అక్కడి నుండి పరిగెత్తాడు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;పట్టుకోవడానికి రవితేజ వెనకాల పడ్డారు మిగిలిన &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="TE" style="color: black; font-family: Gautami;"&gt;అందరు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8637778570878697426-7337836849052086933?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7337836849052086933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7337836849052086933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2011/02/small-joke.html' title='Small Joke'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3366039092302811508</id><published>2011-02-04T11:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:03:15.821+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Retiring Carpenter Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;(Our attitudes and choices determine our future.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. He would get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the carpenter finished his work, the employer came to inspect the house. He handed the front door key to the carpenter. "This is your house," he said, "my gift to you." The carpenter was shocked! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is with us. We build our lives a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then, with a shock, we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we'd do it much differently. But we cannot go back. You are the carpenter. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, erect a wall. "Life is a do-it-yourself project," someone has said. Your attitude and the choices you make today build the "house" you live in tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3366039092302811508?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3366039092302811508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3366039092302811508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2011/02/retiring-carpenter-story.html' title='The Retiring Carpenter Story'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1167250165325344106</id><published>2011-01-04T11:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:19:04.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Autonagar Surya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;చూడు బాబాయ్...కొట్టుకు చావటానికి మన మధ్య ప్యాక్షన్ గొడవలు లేవు...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;భూమి  మీద పుట్టిన ప్రతీ మనిషికీ ఒక హక్కుంది. ఎదగడం..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;తెలిసిన పనిచేసుకుంటూ  కెపాసిటీకి తగ్గట్లు ఎదగడం..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;కానీ ఆ హక్కుని కబ్జా చేసి ఎదడమే నీ లాంటి  లోఫర్లు హక్కు అనుకుంటారు.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;హిస్టరీలో జరిగిన ప్రతీ పోరాటానికి,  విప్లవానికి, యుద్దానికి ఇదే కారణం.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;అవును నేను అనాధనే కానీ అనామకుడ్ని  కాను...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;నా పేరు సూర్య...ఆటోనగర్ సూర్య.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;బాంచెత్...నేను ముట్టుకుంటే రిపేర్  చేయలేని వస్తువు లేదు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1167250165325344106?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1167250165325344106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1167250165325344106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2011/01/autonagar-surya.html' title='Autonagar Surya'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8025286156073020312</id><published>2010-12-30T10:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:24:50.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Like Pencil &amp; Eraser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TRwPdHxMfWI/AAAAAAAABkw/bRltoKu2_X0/s1600/.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TRwPdHxMfWI/AAAAAAAABkw/bRltoKu2_X0/s320/.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;Pencil:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm sorry....&lt;u style="line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;Eraser:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;For what? You didn't do anything wrong.&lt;u style="line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;Pencil:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm sorry cos you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;lose a part of yourself. You get  smaller and smaller each time.&lt;u style="line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;Eraser:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on). Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.2em;" /&gt;This is for all parents out there.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title=" nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ Mumbai Hangout"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8025286156073020312?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8025286156073020312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8025286156073020312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/12/like-pencil-eraser.html' title='Like Pencil &amp; Eraser'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TRwPdHxMfWI/AAAAAAAABkw/bRltoKu2_X0/s72-c/.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-984882571678785013</id><published>2010-12-16T14:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:22:17.978+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Please go through Albert Einstein's philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student Sure..&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student: From...God...&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't&lt;br /&gt;it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof:So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, son..Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to&lt;br /&gt;that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student: No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that.There is no such thing as cold . Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat.. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy . Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as&lt;br /&gt;darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Prof:Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death as the opposite of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor...Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student:Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain,&lt;br /&gt;felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir.&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent... The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student: That is it sir... The link between man &amp;amp; god is FAITH . That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...you'll probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same...won't you?....&lt;br /&gt;this is a true story, and the student was none other than.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-984882571678785013?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/984882571678785013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/984882571678785013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/12/hilosophy.html' title='Philosophy'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1125307063297547797</id><published>2010-12-01T15:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:52:06.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ye Maya Chesave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ప్రపంచంలో ఇంత మంది అమ్మాయిలు ఉండగా నేను జెస్సినే ఎందుకు లవ్ చెయ్యాలి.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;కర్లీ హెయిర్ మొత్తం కాదు జస్ట్ ఎక్కడ వరకో అంతే....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;తను నడవడం చూస్తే నవ్వు వస్తుంది ఫన్నీ వాక్...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;మంచి వాయిస్ తనది ఎవైన బాడ్ వర్డ్స్ మాట్లాడితే తనకు నచ్చదు. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ఎక్కువ చీరలే కడుతుంది అదొక స్పెషాలిటి సింపుల్ అండ్ స్లిమ్.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;మేకప్ అస్సలు వాడదు. చూస్తేనే ముట్టాలి అనిపిస్తుంది.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;బైక్ లో నాతొ ఎప్పుడు తిరుగుతూ ఉంటుంది.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;నేను అంటే తనకి చాలా ఇష్టం కాని, సినిమాలు అంటే తనకి ఇష్టం ఉండదు.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;నేను కిస్ చేశా తనని.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; తన మాటల్లో ఒక మలయాళపు వాసన వస్తుంది దానికే పడిపోయాను.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;జస్ట్ కౌగిలించుకుని అలాగే మూడుగంటలుపాటు అలానే తనతో ఉండిపోయా.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;తానంటే అంత పిచ్చి. తన పేరు జెస్సీ జెస్సీ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1125307063297547797?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1125307063297547797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1125307063297547797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/12/ye-maya-chesave.html' title='Ye Maya Chesave'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3291521868388363561</id><published>2010-11-11T11:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:23:32.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>అమ్మభాషను గౌరవించుకుందాం...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ఏ&amp;nbsp; జాతి&amp;nbsp; సమస్త వ్యవహారాలు&amp;nbsp; ఆ జాతి&amp;nbsp; మాతృ భాషలోనే జరుగుతాయో&amp;nbsp; ఆ జాతి&amp;nbsp; సుఖపడుతుంది . అది ఎప్పటికీ విజేతగానే ఉంటుంది"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ఇంగ్లీష్&amp;nbsp; వాళ్ళ&amp;nbsp; దేశాలను పరిశీలిస్తే వాళ్ళకున్న&amp;nbsp; దురాక్రమనతత్వం&amp;nbsp; వల్ల భౌతిక&amp;nbsp; సంపదలు&amp;nbsp; సమకూరటమే కాక&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; వాళ్ళు&amp;nbsp; ఆక్రమించిన దేశాల్లో ఆంగ్లభాష రాజ్యం ఏలింది . ఇకమీదట&amp;nbsp; కూడా&amp;nbsp; ఏలుతుందని తెలుస్తుంది . తమ జీవితంలోని అన్ని రంగాలలో తమ&amp;nbsp; మాతృభాషే వాడకంలో&amp;nbsp; ఉండేలా కృషి చేసారు.... ఇంట్లో ,ఆఫీసు&amp;nbsp; లో ,కోర్టులో&amp;nbsp; చివరకి&amp;nbsp; చర్చిలో కూడా&amp;nbsp; వాళ్ళ&amp;nbsp; మాతృభాషలోనే&amp;nbsp; వ్యవహారాలు నడుస్తాయి&amp;nbsp; కాబట్టి వాళ్ళు&amp;nbsp; ఎంతో సుఖపడుతున్నారు.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;అందుకే...&amp;nbsp; మన అమ్మభాషను గౌరవించుకుందాం... ప్రోత్సహించుకుందాం&amp;nbsp; ....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3291521868388363561?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3291521868388363561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3291521868388363561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/11/blog-post_11.html' title='అమ్మభాషను గౌరవించుకుందాం...'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8279543814213027472</id><published>2010-11-09T12:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:24:20.624+05:30</updated><title type='text'>నీ రాక కోసం....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;చెరగని చిరునవ్వుతో చెయ్యెత్తి పలకరించే నువ్వులేక .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;అర్ధాంతరంగా అందరిని విడిచి ఎందుకేల్లావో తెలీక .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;గుండెలు బరువెక్కిన కోట్ల గొంతుకలు మూగబోయాయి .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;కొడిగట్టిన బతుకుల జీవితాల్లో కాంతి రేఖలు పూయించినవాడా ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;అప్పులబాద తాళ లేని అన్నధాత గోడుఎవరువింటారని వెళ్లిపోయావ్ ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;ఆడపడుచుల ఆర్ధిక స్వాలంభన ఎవరు చూస్తారనుకున్నావ్?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;ఆధునీకరణకు సిద్ధమైన ఆనకట్టలను ఎవరు పట్టించుకుంటారు ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;జబ్బున పడ్డ నిరుపేదకు వైద్యమెవరు అందిస్తారు ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;నువ్వెక్కడికీ వెల్లవని ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;నీకేమీ కాదని..  వళ్ళంతా కళ్ళు చేసుకొని&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;కనిపించని దేవుడిని   కన్నీళ్ళతో వేడుకున్న&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;జనానికి జవాబు ఎవరు చెబుతారు ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;అందుకే చేతులు జోడించి వేడుకుంటున్నా&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;ఒక్కసారి తిరిగిరావా ..  ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;సజల నేత్రాలతో......!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8279543814213027472?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8279543814213027472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8279543814213027472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/11/blog-post_3288.html' title='నీ రాక కోసం....'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8382938668489542637</id><published>2010-11-09T12:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:24:48.748+05:30</updated><title type='text'>తిరుగులేని రాజశేఖరుడు</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;మడమ తిప్పడు సవాళ్ళకి బెదరడు,   అడిగితే కాదనడు,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;అన్నా అంటే నేనున్నాఅంటాడు&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;నమ్మినోడికి నారాయణుడు, రెచ్చగొడితే రావణాసురుడు ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;ఆయనే మన రాజశేఖరుడు.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;అదే బాటలో మన జగన్ అన్నని నడిపిద్దాం&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;జగన్ కోసం బతికే జనం - జనం కోసం బతికే జగన్&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;రాజకీయానికి ఐన... రాజసానికి ఐన....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;పౌరుషానికి ఐనా..... పరిపాలనకు ఐనా............&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;మాకు మేమే సాటి  మాకు లేరు పోటి&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;తరాలు మారిన తలలు మారిన  తరిగిపోని రాజసం మాది.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;తిరుగులేని పార్టీ మాదే...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;నిన్నటిదాకా  "అహింస" అంటే "మహాత్మా గాంధీ"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"మానవత్వం" అంటే " మదర్ థెరిస్సా "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"త్యాగం" అంటే "సోనియా గాంధీ"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"పోరాటం" అంటే "కమ్యూనిస్"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;ఈ రోజు నుంచి  మానవత్వం,  పోరాటం,  సేవ,  సాహసం,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;ధైర్యం,  దీక్ష్య,  దక్ష్యత,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt; ఆదర్శం,  ఆశయం,  ఆచరణం,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;స్నేహం,  చిరునవ్వు  అంటే మా Y.S.Rajasekar Reddy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;అదే  మా  ఏడుగురి సందింటి రాజ శేఖర్ రెడ్డి గారు!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;ఆ చిరునవ్వులు మా నుండి దూరం అయ్యాయి అంటే&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;ఇప్పటికి నమ్మలేక పోతున్నాం!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;ఆ చిరునవ్వుల్ని తనతో తీసుకెళ్ళకుండా&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;జన సంక్షేమం కోసం &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;" JAGAN MOHANUDI" రూపం లో&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;మాకు ఇంకా ఉన్నాయ్  అని ఆశిస్తూ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;నీ మరణానికి శాంతి కలగాలని ఆశిస్తూ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_IWS_WH_CPH_Content_DataViewerControl1" style="float: none; font-size: large; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;శోకతప్త హృదయాలతో....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8382938668489542637?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8382938668489542637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8382938668489542637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/11/blog-post_09.html' title='తిరుగులేని రాజశేఖరుడు'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8798490639194577385</id><published>2010-11-03T16:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:38:03.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to Handle Problems Coming your Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;  A wealthy man decided to go  on a safari in Africa. He took his faithful pet  Dachshund dog along for company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the Dachshund  starts chasing butterflies and before long the Dachshund  discovers that he is  lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction  with the obvious intention of having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dachshund thinks, "I'm  in deep trouble now! Then he noticed some bones on  the ground close by and  immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching  cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the Dachshund exclaims loudly, Boy,  that was one delicious leopard. I wonder if  there are any more around  here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, the leopard  halts his attack in mid-stride, as a look of terror comes over him, and slinks  away into the trees. "Whew," says the leopard. "That was close. That Dachshund!  Nearly had me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a monkey who had  been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree  figures he can put this  knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So, off he  goes. But the Dachshund sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and  figures that something must be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey soon catches up  with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a  deal for himself with the  leopard. The leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, here monkey,  hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving  canine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Dachshund sees the  leopard coming with the monkey on his back and  thinks What am I going to do  now?" But instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers,  pretending he hasn't seen them yet... and just when they get close enough to  hear, the Dachshund says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's that damn monkey? I  sent him off half an hour ago to bring me another  leopard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: It doesn't matter what cards you hold but how you play  them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8798490639194577385?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8798490639194577385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8798490639194577385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/11/how-to-handle-problems-coming-your-way.html' title='How to Handle Problems Coming your Way'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3861864590705935004</id><published>2010-10-26T14:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:10:00.455+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE OTHER SIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. To keep her busy, he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;But the little one came back within minutes with perfect map. When* he asked how she could do it so quickly, she said, 'Oh Dad, there is a man's face on the other side of the paper. I made the face perfect to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;the map right."" she ran outside to play leaving the father surprised.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Moral : There is always the other side to whatever we experience in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;This story indirectly teaches a lesson..whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation, look at the other side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Always have a positive attitude in life. Even a stopped watch is right twice a day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3861864590705935004?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3861864590705935004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3861864590705935004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/10/other-side.html' title='THE OTHER SIDE'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8934860834508129550</id><published>2010-09-23T16:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:30:57.947+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Song in Khaleja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanx to RamaJogayya Sastry garu for giving wonderful song 2 Super Star Mahesh Babu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ఓం&amp;nbsp; నమో శివ రుద్రాయ, ఓం నమో శితి కంఠాయ, ఓం నమో హర నాగాభరణాయా..&lt;br /&gt;ప్రణవాయ, ఢమ ఢమ ఢమరుక నాదానందాయ..&lt;br /&gt;ఓం&amp;nbsp; నమో నిఠలాక్ష్యాయ, ఓం&amp;nbsp; నమో&amp;nbsp; భస్మాంగాయ, ఓం నమో&amp;nbsp; హిమశైలావరణాయ, ప్రమధాయ&lt;br /&gt;ధిమి ధిమి తాండవకేళీ లోలాయ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;పల్లవి:&lt;br /&gt;సదాశివా&amp;nbsp; సన్యాసి, తాపసి కైలాసవాసి..&lt;br /&gt;నీ పాదముద్రలు మోసి, పొంగి పోయినాదె పల్లె కాశి..&lt;br /&gt;ఏయ్ సూపుల సుక్కాని&amp;nbsp; దారిగా,&amp;nbsp; సుక్కల తివాసీ మీదిగా,&lt;br /&gt;సూడ సక్కని సామి దిగినాడురా.. ఏసైరా ఊరు వాడా దండోరా..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఏ రంగుల హంగుల పొడ లేదురా, ఈడు&amp;nbsp; జంగమ శంకర శివుడేనురా..&lt;br /&gt;నిప్పు గొంతున&amp;nbsp; నీలపు మచ్చ సాచ్చిగా , నీ తాపం, శాపం తీర్చేవాడేరా!!&lt;br /&gt;పైపైకలా.. బైరాగిలా, ఉంటాదిరా ఆ లీల!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;లోకాలనేలేటోడు&amp;nbsp; నీకు సాయం కాకపోడూ..&lt;br /&gt;ఏయ్.. నీలోనె&amp;nbsp; కొలువున్నోడు, నిన్ను దాటి పోనే&amp;nbsp; పోడు!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఓం నమశ్శివ&amp;nbsp; జయ్ జయ్ జయ్.. ఓం నమశ్శివ&amp;nbsp; జయ్ జయ్ జయ్..&lt;br /&gt;ఓం నమశ్శివ.. move to the trance and say&lt;br /&gt;jai jai jai&lt;br /&gt;singin on the sing a Shiva Shambho all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om namah Shiva jai jai jai&lt;br /&gt;heal the world is all we pray&lt;br /&gt;save our lives and take our pain away&lt;br /&gt;jai jai jai&lt;br /&gt;singin on the sing a Shiva Shambho all the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;సదాశివా సన్యాసి, తాపసి కైలాసవాసి..&lt;br /&gt;నీ పాదముద్రలు మోసి, పొంగి పోయినాదె పల్లె కాశి..&lt;br /&gt;ఏయ్..ఎక్కడ వీడుంటే&amp;nbsp; నిండుగా, అక్కడ నేలంతా పండగ..&lt;br /&gt;సుట్టుపక్కల చీకటి పెళ్ళగించగా, అడుగేశాడంటా&amp;nbsp; కాచే దొరలాగా!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;మంచును, మంటను ఒక్క తీరుగా, లెక్కసెయ్యనే సెయ్యని శంకరయ్యగా..&lt;br /&gt;ఉక్కు కంచెగ ఊపిరి నిలిపాడురా.. మనకండ దండ వీడేనిక రంగా!!&lt;br /&gt;సామీ అంటే హామీ&amp;nbsp; తనై ఉంటాడురా చివరంటా!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;లోకాలనేలేటోడు&amp;nbsp; నీకు సాయం కాకపోడూ..&lt;br /&gt;ఏయ్.. నీలోనె&amp;nbsp; కొలువున్నోడు, నిన్ను దాటి పోనే&amp;nbsp; పోడు!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఓం నమశ్శివ&amp;nbsp; జయ్ జయ్ జయ్.. ఓం నమశ్శివ&amp;nbsp; జయ్ జయ్ జయ్..&lt;br /&gt;ఓం నమశ్శివ.. move to the trance and say&lt;br /&gt;jai jai jai&lt;br /&gt;singin on the sing a Shiva Shambho all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om namah Shiva jai jai jai&lt;br /&gt;heal the world is all we pray&lt;br /&gt;save our lives and take our pain away&lt;br /&gt;jai jai jai&lt;br /&gt;singin on the sing a Shiva Shambho all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8934860834508129550?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8934860834508129550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8934860834508129550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/09/my-song-in-khaleja.html' title='My Song in Khaleja'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-2770298890089902890</id><published>2010-09-15T12:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:33:29.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Small Lecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TJBvlDkX2TI/AAAAAAAABh8/dwe5AG9rTyI/s1600/GetInline.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TJBvlDkX2TI/AAAAAAAABh8/dwe5AG9rTyI/s1600/GetInline.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-2770298890089902890?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2770298890089902890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2770298890089902890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/09/small-lecture.html' title='Small Lecture'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TJBvlDkX2TI/AAAAAAAABh8/dwe5AG9rTyI/s72-c/GetInline.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1116887870231996483</id><published>2010-09-02T14:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:34:10.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ee Roju</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; చిరునవ్వుల రాజన్న ఇక రా(లే)డని తెలిసిన రోజు.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ఏడు కోట్ల ఆంధ్రులను శోక సంద్రంలో ముంచిన రోజు.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; నువ్వు నీ నవ్వు మాకు శాశ్వతంగా దూరమైన రోజు.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; మాలో ఒకడిగా ఉన్న నిన్ను చరిత్రలో ఒక పేజీగా లిఖించిన రోజు.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ఎందరో అభిమానుల గుండెలు పగిలిన రోజు.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ఆంద్ర రాష్ట్రాన్ని అభివృద్ధి నుండి అంధకారం లోకి నెట్టిన రోజు.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1116887870231996483?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1116887870231996483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1116887870231996483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/09/ee-roju.html' title='Ee Roju'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-206057804470782093</id><published>2010-08-04T10:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:48:39.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Story Of LIFE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD CREATED THE DONKEY and said to him&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;You will be a donkey. You will work un-tirinly from sunrise to sunset. Carrying burdens on your back, You will eat grass. You will have no intelligence and you will have 50 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DONKEY ANSWERED&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I will be a donkey but to live 50 years is much. Give me only 20 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD GRANTED HIS WISH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD CREATED THE DOG&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; and said to him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;You will guard the house of man. You will be his best friend. You will eat the scraps that he gives you and you will live 30 years.You will be a dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DOG ANSWERED&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Sir, to live 30 years is too much, give me only 15 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD GRANTED HIS WISH&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD CREATED THE MONKEY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;and said to him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;You will be a monkey. You will swing from branch to branch doing tricks. You will be amusing and you will live 20 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE MONKEY ANSWERED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;To live 20years is too much, give me only 10years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD GRANTED THE WISH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINALLY GOD CREATED MAN...&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;and said to him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;You will be man, the only rational creature on the face of the earth. You will use your intelligence to become master over all the animals. You will dominate the world and you will live 20years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAN RESPONDED :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Sir, I will be a man, but to live only 20yeras is very little. Give me the 30 years that the donkey refused. The 15years that the dog did not want and the 10 years the monkey refused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD GRANTED MAN'S WISH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And since then, Man lives 20years as a man. Marries and spends 30years like a donkey. working and carrying all the burdens on his back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Then when his children are grown, he lives 15years like a dog taking care of the house and eating whatever is given to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So that when he is old, he can retire and live 10years like a monkey. Going from house to house and from one son or daughter to another doing tricks to amuse his grand children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-206057804470782093?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/206057804470782093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/206057804470782093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/08/story-of-life.html' title='Story Of LIFE....'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-5143600274718950507</id><published>2010-08-04T10:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:25:58.061+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is Unnecessary Tension?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is Tension? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful girl asks lift from you. &amp;nbsp;On the way she faints and you take her to hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor says ‘Congrats. You are going to become a father.’&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THAT’S IT. YOU GET TENSED. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say – ‘But that baby is not mine.’&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl says – ‘he is only the father of my baby.’&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU HAVE MORE TENSION. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police comes and DNA test is done. Report comes. Which says that you can never become a father &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MORE TENSION FOR YOU. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Anyhow you thank God and return home. &amp;nbsp;Then you think, &amp;nbsp;“At home I have 2 kids. Whose are those?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS REAL TENSION.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-5143600274718950507?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5143600274718950507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5143600274718950507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/08/what-is-unnecessary-tension.html' title='What is Unnecessary Tension?'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3732378078406515632</id><published>2010-08-04T10:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:21:32.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cute Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Daniel and Jasmine are sitting alone in the park one night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Daniel: I guess we are the left overs in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jasmine: I think so...All of my friends have boyfriends and we are only the 2 persons left in this world with out any special person in our life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Daniel: Yup I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jasmine: I know! We'll play a game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Daniel: What game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jasmine: i'll be your girl friend for 30 days and you will be my boy friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Daniel: That's a great plan in fact i don't have nothing to do much this following weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;They watch their first movie and they both touched in a romantic film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;DAY 4:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;They went to the beach and have a picnic... Daniel and Jasmine have their quality time together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;DAY 12:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they ride on a Horror House....Jasmine was scared and she touched Daniel's hand but she touched someone else's hand and they both laughed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;DAY 15:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;They saw a fortune teller down the road and they asked for their future advice and the fortune teller said: "My darling, Please don't waste the time of your life...SPend the rest of your time together happily" Then tears flow out from the teller's eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;DAY 20:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the hill and they saw a meteor...Jasmine mumbled something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;DAY 28:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;They sat on the bus and because of a bumby road Jasmine gave her first kiss to Daniel by accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;DAY 29:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;11:37pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jasmine and Daniel sat in the park where they first decided to play this game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Daniel: I'm tired Jasmine...Do you want any drinks? I'll buy you one.. I'll just go down the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jasmine: Apple Juice that's all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Daniel: Wait for me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;20mins later... a stranger approached Jasmine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Stranger: Are you a friend of Daniel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jasmine: Why yes? What happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over daniel and he is critical in the hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;11:57pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;The doctor went out of the emergency room and he handed out an apple juice and a letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Doctor: We found this in daniel's pocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jasmine reads the letter and it says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jasmine, This past few days, i realized you are a really cute girl and i am really falling for you.. Your cherish smile your everything when we played this game..... Before this game would end...I would like you to be my girl friend for the rest of my life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I love you Jasmine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Jasmine crumples the paper and shouted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;"Daniel ! i don't want you to die... I love you...Remember that night when we saw a meteor, I mumbled something... I mumbled that I wish we would be together forever and never end this game. Please don't leave me Daniel.... I love you! You cannot do this to me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Then the clock strikes 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Daniel's heart stop pumping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;THEN IT WAS THE 30TH DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;LESSON: Whatever u feels, whatever is inside you, SAY IT…Tomorrow maybe too late coz LIFE is too short..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3732378078406515632?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3732378078406515632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3732378078406515632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/08/cute-lesson.html' title='Cute Lesson'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3005873664840668684</id><published>2010-08-02T10:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:50:03.481+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SALARY INCREASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;One day an employee sends a letter to his boss to increase his salary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Bo&lt;b&gt;$$&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thi&lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt; life, we all need &lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt;ome thing mo&lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt;t de&lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt;perately. I think you &lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt;hould be under&lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt;tanding of the need&lt;b&gt;$ &lt;/b&gt;of u&lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt; worker&lt;b&gt;$ &lt;/b&gt;who have given&lt;b&gt; $&lt;/b&gt;o much &lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt;upport including&lt;b&gt; $&lt;/b&gt;weat and &lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt;ervice to your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt;ure you will gue&lt;b&gt;$$&lt;/b&gt; what I mean and re&lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt;pond &lt;b&gt;$&lt;/b&gt;oon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your$ $incerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Norman $oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the employee received this letter of reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;rman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;I k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;w you have been working very hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;wadays, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;thing much has changed. You must have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;ticed that our company is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;t doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;ticeably well as yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;w the newspaper are saying the world`s leading eco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;mists are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;t sure if the United States may go into a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;ther recession. After the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;vember presidential elections things may turn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;thing more to add &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;w. You k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;w what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Manager&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3005873664840668684?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3005873664840668684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3005873664840668684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/08/salary-increase.html' title='SALARY INCREASE'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-9056651239376643303</id><published>2010-06-21T12:17:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:22:59.708+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Software ViChatrapati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;సాఫ్ట్ వేర్ విచిత్రపతి : ఎన్నో ఏళ్ళుగా ఆ కంపెనీ లో ఉద్యోగులు జీతాలు పెంచుతారని ఎదురు చూసారు కానీ పెంచటం లేదు అప్పుడు వారి తరుపున పోరాడటానికి విచిత్రపతి వచ్చి మేనేజర్ ని చంపుతాడు.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;అప్పుడు కొత్త మేనేజర్ స్థానం లో వచ్చిన వ్యక్తితో విచిత్రపతి చెప్తున్నా మాటలు ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;విచిత్రపతి : ఎవడో ఒకడి కింద పనిచేస్తే తప్ప మాకు వేరే దారి లేదన్నావ్. ఇప్పుడు వీడు పోయాడు వీడి కుర్చిలోకి నువ్వు వస్తున్నావా.....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;మేనేజర్ : నన్ను ఏం చెయ్యవద్దు నీకు ఏమి కావాలి చెప్పు....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;విచిత్రపతి : ఒక్కసారి జీతాలు పెంచాలి. ఒకే ఒక్కసారి జీతాలు పెంచాలి.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ఇది మా కంపెనీ మా వాళ్ళు పనిచేస్తున్న కంపెనీ. ఇదే కంపెనీ లో ఏళ్ళ తరబడి జీతం కోసం ఏడ్చాం, ప్రొమోషన్ కోసం&amp;nbsp; ఏడ్చాం, బోనస్ కోసం ఏడ్చాం,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;కడుపు మండితే సూడెక్సో కూపన్లతో తిని, కన్నీళ్ళు తాగి బ్రతికాం ఇప్పుడు ఆ కన్నీళ్ళు మండాయి ఎవడైనా వస్తే మాడి మసైపోతారు.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;జూన్ పొతే జూలై, జూలై పోతే ఆగష్టు అది పోతే నెక్స్ట్ ఆగష్టు అని జీతాలు పెంచకపోతే.......&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;అప్పల నాయుడు జీతాలు ఇవ్వక పోయిన, క్యాబ్ రాకపోయినా, బ్లాకు మెయిల్ చేసిన లేదంటే హెచ్. ఆర్ మేనేజర్ తో వచ్చినా................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;కంపెనీలో కంప్యూటర్లు ఎరుపు రంగుతో ఉంటాయి........... పూటకో రాజీనామా నీ టేబుల్ మీద ఉంటుంది. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అగ్నిశకల....... విచిత్రపతి......&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;కంపెనీ లో ఉద్యోగులతో విచిత్రపతి మాట్లాడుతూ......&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;మీరు ప్రోగ్రామర్లు అయితే నేను లీడర్ ని అవుతా, మీరు లీడ్స్ అయితే నేను మేనేజర్ ని అవుతా, మీరు మేనేజర్ లు అయితే నేను బాస్ ని అవుతా .....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;అది కాకపోతే పని ఇవ్వకుండా జీతాలు ఇచ్చే క్లైంట్ అవుతా .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అప్పుడు ఉద్యోగుల స్పందన....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;నువ్వు ఈ కంపెనీ కి ఊరికే రాలేదురా..... నువ్వు శివాజివి కాదురా.... నీ తోటి వాళ్ళ కోసం వచ్చిన వీర విచిత్రపతివి...... తియ్యర నీ బయోడేటా.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;విచిత్రపతి.... విచిత్రపతి........విచిత్రపతి...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అగ్నిశకల....... &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-9056651239376643303?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/9056651239376643303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/9056651239376643303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/06/software-chatrapati.html' title='Software ViChatrapati'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7778089232206271796</id><published>2010-06-21T11:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:22:20.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love by Swami Vivekananda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I  once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were  sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand  with some water and held it before me, and said this: "You see this  water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caring open  and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you  attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will  spill through the first cracks it finds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet  love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like  the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are  people you love, allow them to be free beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Give and don't expect. &lt;br /&gt;# Advise, but don't order. &lt;br /&gt;# Ask,  but never demand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Bookman Old Style;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may  take a lifetime to truly practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; It is the secret to true love.  To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those  who you love, and yet an unconditional caring." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing thought... &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is not  measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take  our breath away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Life is  beautiful!!! Live and Let Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8637778570878697426-7778089232206271796?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7778089232206271796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7778089232206271796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/06/love-by-swami-vivekananda.html' title='Love by Swami Vivekananda'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-6583500038541177388</id><published>2010-06-21T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:32:32.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NEVER GIVE UP...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'tekton pro'; font-size: x-large;"&gt;One day a young lady was driving along with her father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'tekton pro'; font-size: x-large;"&gt;They came upon a storm, and the young lady asked her father, What  should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "keep driving". Cars began to pull  over to the side, the storm was Getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;"What should I  do." The young lady asked?&lt;br /&gt;"Keep driving," her father replied.&lt;br /&gt;On  up a few feet, she noticed that eighteen wheelers were also pulling  over.&lt;br /&gt;She told her dad, "I must pull over, I can barely see ahead. It  is Terrible, and everyone is pulling over!"&lt;br /&gt;Her father told  her, "Don't give up, just keep driving!"&lt;br /&gt;Now the storm was terrible,  but she never stopped driving, and&amp;nbsp;soon she Could see a little more  clearly.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of miles she was again on Dry land, and  the sun came out.&lt;br /&gt;Her father said, "Now you can pull over and  get out."&lt;br /&gt;She said "But why now?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "When you get out,  look back at all the people that gave up and are Still in the storm,  because you never gave up your storm is now over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson  from Inspirational Story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a testimony for anyone who  is going through "hard times".&lt;br /&gt;Just because everyone else, even the  strongest,&amp;nbsp; gives up. You don't have To...if you keep going, soon  your storm will be over and the sun will shine Upon your face again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-6583500038541177388?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6583500038541177388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6583500038541177388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/06/never-give-up.html' title='NEVER GIVE UP...'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3673623878539167190</id><published>2010-05-31T12:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:21:32.429+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Facts About INDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;FACTS TO MAKE EVERY INDIAN PROUD  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who is the co-founder of Sun Micro systems?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vinod Khosla&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who is the creator of Pentium chip (needs no  introduction as 90% of the today's computers run on it)?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vinod Dahm  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who is the third richest man on the world?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A. According to the latest report on Fortune  Magazine, it is AZIM PREMJI, who is the CEO of Wipro Industries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Sultan of Brunei is at 6th position now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who is the founder and creator of Hotmail  (Hotmail is world's No.1 web based email program)?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabeer Bhatia  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who is the president of AT &amp;amp; T-Bell Labs (AT  &amp;amp; T-Bell Labs is the creator of program languages such as C, C++, Unix to name a  few)?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Arun Netravalli  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who is the GM of Hewlett Packard?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rajiv Gupta  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who is the new MTD (Microsoft Testing Director)  of Windows 2000, responsible to iron out all initial problems?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sanjay Tejwrika  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who are the Chief Executives of CitiBank,  Mckensey &amp;amp; Stanchart?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Victor Menezes, Rajat Gupta, and Rana Talwar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We Indians are the wealthiest among all ethnic  groups in America , even faring better than the whites and the natives.  There are 3.22 millions of Indians in USA (1.5% of population). YET,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 38% of doctors in USA are Indians.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 12% scientists in USA are Indians.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 36% of NASA scientists are Indians.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 34% of Microsoft employees are Indians.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 28% of IBM employees are Indians.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 17% of INTEL scientists are Indians.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 13% of XEROX employees are Indians.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You may know some of the following facts. These  facts were recently published in a German magazine, which deals with  WORLD HISTORY FACTS ABOUT INDIA .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;01.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; India never invaded any country in her  last 1000 years of history.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;02.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; India invented the Number system.  Aryabhatta invented 'zero.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;03.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The world's first University was  established in Takshila in 700BC. More than 10,500 students from all over  the world studied more than 60 subjects. The University of Nalanda  built in the 4th century BC was one of the greatest achievements of ancient  India in the field of education.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;04.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;According to the Forbes magazine,  Sanskrit is the most suitable language for computer software.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;05.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ayurveda is the earliest school of  medicine known to humans.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;06.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Although western media portray modern  images of India as poverty striken and underdeveloped through  political corruption, India was once the richest empire on  earth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;07.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The art of navigation was born in the  river Sindh 5000 years ago. The very word "Navigation" is derived from  the Sanskrit word&amp;nbsp;NAVGATIH.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;08.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The value of pi was first calculated by  Budhayana, and he explained the concept of what is now  known as the Pythagorean Theorem. British scholars have last year (1999)  officially published that Budhayan's works dates to the 6th Century, which is  long before the European mathematicians.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;09.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Algebra, trigonometry and calculus came  from India . Quadratic equations were by Sridharacharya in the  11th Century; the largest numbers the Greeks and the Romans used were 106  whereas Indians used numbers as big as 1053.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;According to the Gemmological Institute  of America, up until 1896, India was the only source of diamonds  to the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;11.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; USA based IEEE has proved what has been a  century-old suspicion amongst academics that the pioneer of  wireless communication was Professor Jagdeesh Bose and not Marconi.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The earliest reservoir and dam for  irrigation was built in Saurashtra  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;13.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Chess was invented in India .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sushruta is the father of surgery. 2600  years ago he and health scientists of his time conducted  surgeries like cesareans, cataract, fractures and urinary stones. Usage of anesthesia was well known in  ancient India .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When many cultures in the world were only  nomadic forest dwellers over 5000 years ago, Indians established  Harappan culture in Sindhu Valley ( Indus Valley Civilization).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;16.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The place value system, the decimal  system was developed in India in 100 BC.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quotes about India .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how  to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been  made.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Albert Einstein.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;India is the  cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend and  the great grand mother of tradition.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mark Twain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If there is one place on the face of earth where  all dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days  when man began the dream of existence, it is India .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;French scholar Romain Rolland.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;India  conquered and dominated China culturally for 20 centuries without ever having to send a single soldier across her  border.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hu Shih.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Former Chinese ambassador to USA )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ALL OF THE ABOVE IS JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG,  THE LIST COULD BE ENDLESS.BUT,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; if we don't see even a glimpse of that great  India in the India that we see today, it clearly means that we are not  working up to our potential; and that if we do, we could once again be an ever  shining and inspiring country setting a bright path for rest of the world  to follow. I hope you enjoyed it and work towards the welfare of INDIA .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Say proudly, I AM AN INDIAN.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3673623878539167190?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3673623878539167190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3673623878539167190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/05/facts-about-india.html' title='Facts About INDIA'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-6713227755252305904</id><published>2010-04-29T17:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:58:47.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Definitions</title><content type='html'>School: A place where Papa pays and Son plays. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Life Insurance: A contract that keeps you poor all &amp;nbsp;your life so that  you can die Rich. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Nurse: A person who wakes u up to give you sleeping pills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage: It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and  a woman gains her masters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears: The hydraulic force by which masculine willpower is defeated by  feminine water power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture: An art of transferring information from the notes of the  Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of either" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference: The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise: The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody  believes he got the &amp;nbsp; biggest piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary: A place where success comes before work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference Room: A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and  everybody &amp;nbsp;disagrees later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: A banker provided by nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal: A guy no different from the rest.... except that he got  caught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are  early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politician: One who shakes your hand before elections and your  Confidence after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you by bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classics: Books, which people praise, but do not read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile: A curve that can set a lot of things straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office: A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc.: A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually  do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committee: Individuals who can do nothing &amp;nbsp;individually and sit to  decide that nothing can be done together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience: The name men give to their mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom Bomb: An invention to end all inventions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosopher: A fool who torments himself during life, to be wise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-6713227755252305904?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6713227755252305904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6713227755252305904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/04/wonderful-definitions.html' title='Wonderful Definitions'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1766124176580239483</id><published>2010-04-27T17:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:20:29.368+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IF LION goes on-site...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;In a poor zoo of  India, a lion  was frustrated as he was offered not more than 1 kg meat a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion  thought its  prayers were answered when one US Zoo Manager visited the zoo and  requested the  zoo management to shift the lion to the US Zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;The lion was so  happy and  started thinking of a central A/c environment, a goat or two every day  and a US  Green Card also. On its first day after arrival,the lion was offered a  big bag,  sealed very nicely for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;The lion opened it  quickly but  was shocked to see that it contained few bananas. Then the lion thought  that may  be they cared too much for him as they were worried about his stomach as  he had  recently shifted from India .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;The next day the  same thing  happened. On the third day again the same food bag of bananas was  delivered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion was  so furious,  it stopped the delivery boy and blasted at him, 'Don't you know I am the   lion...king of the Jungle..., what's wrong with your management?, what  nonsense  is this?, why are you delivering bananas to me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;The delivery boy  politely  said, 'Sir, I know you are the king of the jungle but .. Did you know  that you  have been brought here on a monkey's visa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Moral of Story : Better to be a  Lion in  India than a Monkey elsewhere!!! !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1766124176580239483?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1766124176580239483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1766124176580239483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/04/if-lion-goes-on-site.html' title='IF LION goes on-site...'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1329415846317385953</id><published>2010-04-23T13:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:29:00.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I AM AN INDIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;FIRANGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;                    VISITED INDIA AND WENT BACK TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;COUNTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;WHERE              HE MET HIS INDIAN FRIEND WHO ASKED HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c20000; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;HOW              DID U FIND MY COUNTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;THE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;FIRANGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;              SAID IT IS A GREAT COUNTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;WITH              SOLID ANCIENT HISTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;AND              IMMENSELY RICH WITH NATURAL RESOURCES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;THE              INDIAN FRIEND THEN ASKED ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c20000; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;HOW              DID U FIND INDIANS …….??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;INDIANS??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;WHO              INDIANS??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I              DIDN'T FIND OR MET A SINGLE INDIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;THERE              IN INDIA…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;WHAT              NONSENSE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;WHO              ELSE COULD U MET IN INDIA THEN……??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;FIRANGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'GE Inspira'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;              SAID ……..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;IN              KASHMIR I MET A KASHMIRI–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;IN              PUNJAB A PUNJABI—–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;IN              BIHAR,MAHARASTRA, RAJASTHAN, BENGAL,TAMILNADU,KERALA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;BIHARI,MARATHI,              MARWADI, BENGALI,TAMILIAN, MALAYALI………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;THEN              I MET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A              MUSLIM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A              HINDU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A              CHRISTIAN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A              JAIN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0080; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A              BUDDHIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;AND              MANY MANY MANY MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;BUT              NOT A SINGLE INDIAN DID I MEET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;…………………………………………………………...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;THINK              HOW SERIOUS THIS JOKE IS……………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;THE              DAY WOULD NOT BE FAR OFF WHEN INDEED WE WOULD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;BECOME              A COLLECTION OF NATION STATES AS SOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;REGIONAL              ANTI-NATIONAL POLITICIANS WANT ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4100c2; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;FIGHT              BACK -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;ALWAYS              SAY I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;AM               &amp;nbsp;INDIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="image001.gif" height="29" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4620e114cd&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=128269aec953c853&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;JAI              HIND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="image002.gif" height="100" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=4620e114cd&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=128269aec953c853&amp;amp;attid=0.1.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             &lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             &lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;True              &lt;b&gt;Indian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;              &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;              Request you all to contribute &amp;nbsp;in &amp;nbsp;awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1329415846317385953?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1329415846317385953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1329415846317385953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/04/i-am-indian.html' title='I AM AN INDIAN'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-2168788258387569151</id><published>2010-04-22T14:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:13:57.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Essay from a Child</title><content type='html'>A teacher from Primary School asks her students to write a essay about  what they would like God to do for them...At the end of the day while marking  the essays, she read one that made her very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, that had just walked in saw her crying and asked her: -  What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered - Read this. It's one of my students essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, tonight I ask you something very special: Make me into a  television. I want to take its place. Live like the TV in my house. Have my own  special place, And have my family around ME. To be taken seriously when I  talk.... I want to be the centre of attention and be heard without interruptions or questions. I want to receive the same special care that the TV receives  when it is not working. Have the company of my dad when he arrives home from work, even when he is tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want my mom to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of  ignoring me... And... I want my brothers to fight to be with me... I want to feel that family just leaves everything aside, every now and then, just to  spend some time with me. And last but not least make it that I can make them  all happy and entertain them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I don't ask you for much... I just want to live like every TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment the husband said:- 'My God, poor kid. What horrible  parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at him and said:- *&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;'That essay is our son's!!!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-2168788258387569151?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2168788258387569151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2168788258387569151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/04/essay-from-child.html' title='Essay from a Child'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-6235923345352667990</id><published>2010-04-09T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:10:28.964+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Everything Possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;This is an Incident&amp;nbsp;that happened between the customer  of General Motors and its Customer-Care Executive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of  General Motors "This is the second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for  not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a  tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after  we've eaten the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I  drive down to the store to get it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac  and since then my trips to the store have created a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice-cream, when I  start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the  car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this! ; question, no matter how  silly it sounds "What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get  vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about  the letter, but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was  surprised to be greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine  neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinnertime, so the two hopped  into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and,  sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first  night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The  car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now the Engineer, being a logical man, refused to  believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore,  to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem. And toward this end he began to take notes he jotted  down all sorts of data time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc. In a  short time, he had a clue the man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor.  Why? The answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the most popular flavor,  was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store  at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor. Now,  the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time.  Once time became problem - not the vanilla ice cream Eureka!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The engineer quickly came up with the answer"vapour  lock". It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors  allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the  engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to dissipate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember, Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real  and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool  thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't just say its "IMPOSSIBLE" without putting a  sincere effort...&lt;/div&gt;Observe the word "IMPOSSIBLE" carefully... Looking  closer you will see, "I'M POSSIBLE"... What really matters is your attitude and your  perception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8637778570878697426-6235923345352667990?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6235923345352667990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6235923345352667990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/04/everything-possible.html' title='Everything Possible'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-2195176706073694551</id><published>2010-04-07T14:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:37:35.289+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Communications @ WORK</title><content type='html'>Today, most of the clients, colleagues and stakeholders are just a  phone call or email away -- technology has made communication that  simple. However, while tools like telephones and computers score high on  convenience and speed, they lack the warmth and emotion that  face-to-face communication provides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appreciating colleagues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of  Helen Keller, 'We are all walking with a signboard on our forehead which  reads -- 'Appreciate me'.' It seems we have replaced the pat on the  back with 'Thank you' and 'Good job' emails. But there is nothing that  motivates someone more than seeing their boss walk up to them and  appreciate them in front of everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your colleague's cubicle and congratulate them on the great  report they sent or the presentation they made recently. I remember one  of my ex-bosses who used to call us team members to his cabin just to  say 'thanks' and pat our backs. The team immediately took a liking to  him as most people expect a warning or feedback when the boss invites  them to their cabin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's difficult to build rapport over an email; I would feel much  better if my boss appreciates me in person," says Ashok Krishnan, a CA  with Nestle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criticizing or providing feedback&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you provide feedback over an email or a phone call, the  receiver may have a completely different perception about its relevance.  This effect is amplified when you are not communicating face-to-face.  The reader or listener may think you are cold and indifferent and that's  why you avoided meeting them in person to discuss the issue. A  face-to-face meeting gives you the opportunity to put your point across,  while being sensitive and diplomatic at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have noticed that colleagues often use emails to avoid  confronting the real issue. If someone fails to meet their target, I  would prefer they tell me in person than offer an explanation over  email," says Vidhanshu Bansal, a director with Pixel Webtech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assigning new responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;There is a great  risk of the message getting diluted when a responsibility gets delegated  through email or a phone call. Don't be surprised if your team does not  show a sense of ownership or complete tasks on time if you are not  communicating face-to-face. Nonverbal communication, such as tone of  voice, facial gestures and eye contact help individuals understand the  importance of a task and the need to complete it on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We rely on conference calls, video conferencing and online meetings  but, from my experience, there's nothing more impactful than meeting  the team in person," says Delhi-based Ashu Gosh, a manager with Aviar IT  Consulting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damage control with clients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't  provided the product or service the client expected, you are putting  your relationship with the client at stake. An apology mail would not  suffice in a sensitive issue like this. Go to the client's office, if  possible, without them having to call you for an explanation, and  reassure them that the confidence they demonstrated when they gave you  business was not misplaced. Your client would be pleasantly surprised  that you took the time to come and meet them, especially when things  went wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to interact on almost a daily basis with a client over  emails without ever figuring out whether the person was male or female.  When a report I was supposed to send got delayed, I made a rude comment  about a female colleague which offended the client who happened to be a  lady herself," says Deepak M.L, a manager with Convergys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolving conflicts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workplace conflicts are  common in most organizations. The lack of interpersonal communication  only worsens the situation. It's important to remember that 55 per cent  of meaning in an interaction comes from facial and body language and 38  per cent comes from vocal inflection. Only seven per cent of an  interaction's meaning is derived from the words themselves. So, trying  to resolve a conflict over email or a phone call is often a bad idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A colleague complained about another colleague and copied the  senior management on the mail. I was surprised to see that mail  translating into a flood of mails providing and seeking explanation. The  person who sent the original mail was just one floor above the person  who was at the receiving end. I had to sit down with both of them in  person to resolve the conflict," says Kailasam R, a manager with  Lufthansa Airlines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your communication style says a lot about you as a professional. In  the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 'You are always under examination by  people around you, awarding or denying you very high prizes when you  least think of it.' So leave the comfort of your cubicle and build  trustworthy relationships by communicating face to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-2195176706073694551?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2195176706073694551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2195176706073694551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/04/communications-work.html' title='Communications @ WORK'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7506880443791981872</id><published>2010-04-05T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:47:28.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Dad is the Pilot</title><content type='html'>Story told by a man which is most frightening yet thought-provoking experience of his  life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been on a long flight.. The first warning of the approaching  problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fasten your seat belts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the  beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please  be sure your seat belt is fastened.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the  passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer  said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this  time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turbulence is still ahead of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard  even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening  skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around  on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific  currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around  him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly  all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it  through the storm. And then, I suddenly saw a girl to whom the storm  meant nothing. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her  seat and was reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she  closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten  her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was  being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that,  as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were  scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and  unafraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man could hardly believe his eyes. It was not surprising therefore,  that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the  passengers were hurrying to disembark, he lingered to speak to the girl  whom he had watched for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why  she had not been afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet child replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, my Dad is the pilot, And he is taking me home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-7506880443791981872?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7506880443791981872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7506880443791981872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/04/my-dad-is-pilot.html' title='My Dad is the Pilot'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-209555999253714704</id><published>2010-04-02T12:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T12:50:07.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>About Adjustment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ours was an  arranged marriage. It was done the traditional way. Our Parents took  care of  everything. My only condition was that she should be ready to work. Our  horoscopes and photos were exchanged. Everything Matched. I spoke to her  over  the phone. We talked about things two strangers would talk. She was a  lecturer  in Bangalore who felt Chemistry was more important than Hindi movies.  There was  no engagement. The date for marriage was fixed in 2 weeks as I could not  get a  vacation after that. Even the vacation time I got was just 10  days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything was fixed. It was supposed to be very  hectic  for me. We got married and 2 days later we had to leave the country. She  cried  like there was no tomorrow when we left. She would not talk to me on the  plane.  I thought that was usual for an Indian girl. I thought she would get  over it.  Once home she would not talk to me. She sat in a corner staring at the  TV. For  the first couple of days I had to catch up on some work and did not take  her  mood seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A week later I sat beside her and asked  her,  "What is wrong?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why did you bring me  here?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you mean? What happened?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I   want to go home"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is your home"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No.  I want  to go home. Please buy me a ticket"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Look, everybody  feels  homesick. I did when I came here the first time. It is normal. You will  get over  it. Sorry I have been busy with work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can go out this   weekend. You will meet my friends and other people who will be very  friendly.  Come on be a good girl"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I hate this place. I miss my  family, my  friends, my college. All the people I know are not here. I want to go  home"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Think for a minute. Try to reason it out  yourself. What  is your plan by the way? So you want to go back and never come  back?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you  crazy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"If you think this is crazy then I  am."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"It is ok if you do not answer this question. Is  there  someone else?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No. I want to go home. I will call 911  if you do  not send me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"First cool down. Think about it. Think  about our  parents. It is less than a month that we got married and now you want to  return  home. You very well knew that you had to come here. What were you  thinking? Even  if you are returning home what happens to our marriage?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I  am  not blaming you. I take the blame. It is my mistake. I can't stay so far  away  from my family. If you are so interested come to India"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I  am  family too! What you are asking is ridiculous."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next  day she  would not change her mind. I called my folks. They said that it was my  decision  and they would stand by me. I booked her ticket and put it in her hand  the next  evening. She was to leave in 2 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing would  convince her  to change her mind. She was crying like a kid. Then she  left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;She had done nothing for me to miss but something  inside  me was telling me that I was at fault. I tried to shake it off but as  time grew  I started feeling more guilty. I called her. She made it clear that she  did not  find me despicable but she would not leave her city. Her parents  apologized  profusely but they were helpless too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have had  crushes. None  of them were serious. There was this girl in my high school tuition  whose phone  no I managed to find out. Then the prettiest girl in college whom  everybody  loved, who talked to me once. Then the girl from my city who was at my  university in USA who made me feel at home when I visited her place. I  had  ignored them once I crossed their paths. But Anjali was my wife. I could  not  ignore her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I decided to quit my job. I went home. No  one back  home knew I was returning. I wanted to surprise her. I dropped off my  bags at my  place and went to the college she was teaching. The gate keeper would  not let me  in. So I had to wait outside for the classes to get over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She   walked out alone, struggling to carry her bag, tired, with slow steps.  She was  walking towards the bus stop. I silently followed her and went behind  her and  whispered, "Do you mind if I carry your bag?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was  startled  and turned to face me. Her eyes lit up. I was not sure if I could hug  her. I was  smiling and she had a 100 questions written all over her face. "I want  to spend  a week with you in this city. Show me the things that you could not  miss"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;That one week went in a jiffy. She was treated a  kid at  home with all the comforts. That explained her behaviour. Coffee was  brought to  her in the morning. Even her dress was laid out for her. She would have  breakfast and leave. The bus journey was an hour. She would sit near the  window  with a book. Then once in the college she would teach her classes and  come out  tired in the evening. She would stand in the crowded bus carrying her  bag which  would look heavy. Then she would alight, go home, have a snack and would  head  out to a friend's place. Some times she'd stay home watching TV or  listening to  music. When her dad returned she would join him and they'd have dinner.  Then her  mom would tuck her in bed. Weekends were not much different. She would  sleep  late, wake up for breakfast and lie down talking on the phone. Then she  would  visit the temple in the evening and would have her singing lessons. Then  she  would eat out and would head home late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was her  life. It  was something every human being wanted - simple, content and happy. Of  course to  her I was a villain. I told her that I understood her. I wanted to know  if it  was ok if she stayed in the same city but away from her parents. Her  only  condition was that I should not stay at my parent's place to which I  agreed. So  we moved into a small apartment. She knew nothing. She had to be taught  everything. She learnt. It was hard to make her understand that she had  duties  and she had a husband. Coffee had to be brought to her in the morning.  She made  the rules and broke them. She did not care for me. Sometimes she would  not  return home but go to her parents' place without informing me. I would  have had  to go bring her back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowly she started realizing about  married  life. She would wake up before me, try to cook, agree for a movie, visit  my  friend's place, invite me to her college, let me dress her up, dance in  front of  me, teach me Chemistry, talk about her crushes, play cricket with me,  make me  cry for a change. She was growing mature day by day. One day she  apologized for  the whole thing. I brushed it aside. Finally I had her the way I  wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I am happy and content with my life. She  is still  there crying to get her things done. I keep reminding her how she had  threatened  to call the police. She laughs it away. Some times I wonder how life  would have  been if I had not returned. Then again some things are left as they  are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how life is..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are two ways  of  meeting difficulties:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You alter the difficulties, or  you alter  yourself to meet them"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-209555999253714704?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/209555999253714704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/209555999253714704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/04/about-adjustment.html' title='About Adjustment'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-5005809896744482894</id><published>2010-03-10T17:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:38:15.672+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Maturity Means...</title><content type='html'>What is maturity ? Maturity is the ability to control anger and settle differences without violence or destruction. Maturity is patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the willingness to pass up immediate pleasure in favor of the long-term gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is perseverance, the ability to sweat out a project or a situation in spite of heavy opposition and discouraging set-backs. Maturity is the capacity to face unpleasantness and frustration, discomfort and defeat,&lt;br /&gt;without complaint or collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is humility. It is being big enough to say, "I was wrong." And, when right, the mature person need not experience the satisfaction of saying, "I told you so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is the ability to make a decision and stand by it. The immature spend their lives exploring endless possibilities; then they do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity means dependability, keeping one's word, coming through in a crisis. The immature are masters of the alibi. They are the confused and the disorganized. Their lives are a maze of broken promises, former friends, unfinished business, and good intentions that somehow never materialize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is the art of living in peace with that which we cannot change, the courage to change that which should be changed -- and the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-5005809896744482894?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5005809896744482894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5005809896744482894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/03/maturity-means.html' title='Maturity Means...'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7650586014350066546</id><published>2010-03-10T17:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:36:30.355+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Relationship...</title><content type='html'>1.    Never feel guilty about not able to cook  But do worry about not leading a healthy life style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Never feel guilty about earning more than him.  But do worry about not having time for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Never feel guilty about not having children  But do worry about not making an informed decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Never feel guilty about not converting to his religion.  But do worry about biasing the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Never feel guilty about keeping your surname.  But do worry about not understanding the implications of being couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Never feel guilty about walking out of your marriage or partnership.  But do worry about making snap judgments about your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Never feel guilty about saying no to sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do worry about allowing days to turn into months and month to turn into problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-7650586014350066546?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7650586014350066546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7650586014350066546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/03/in-relationship.html' title='In Relationship...'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8017391147500755605</id><published>2010-03-10T17:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:34:44.787+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moral Stories</title><content type='html'>Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A four-year-old child, whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sa there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy just said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This one is for each of you - be a soul mate to anyone and everyone... We  need you and your empathy/compassion. ..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of  a family. One little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members. One of her students suggested that he WA adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl said, 'I know all about adoption, I was adopted..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What does it mean to be adopted?' asked another child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It means', said the girl, 'that you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This one is for all mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and 'moms at heart'... 'teachers,' need I go on?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home one day, I stopped to watch a Little League base ball game that was being played in a park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-base line, I asked one of the boys what the score was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We're behind 14 to nothing,' he answered with a smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really,' I said. 'I have to say you don't look very discouraged. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Discouraged? ', the boy asked with a puzzled look on his face.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why should we b discouraged? We haven't been up to bat yet..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is for all my sports-minded friends...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in  life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother told  me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement. 'Guess what, Mom,' he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me.....'I've been chosen to clap and cheer.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This one is for all my fine arts people who work with children. May children NEVER be told they can be the 'pine trees' in the Christmas program...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eye witness account from  New York City , on a cold day in December, some years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,' was the boy's reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel.. He quickly brought them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him.. She patted him on the head and said, 'No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her, 'Are you God's wife?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8017391147500755605?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8017391147500755605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8017391147500755605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/03/moral-stories.html' title='Moral Stories'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-2548416664907368538</id><published>2010-03-02T13:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:15:23.382+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Arise, Awake &amp; take Charge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The whole world was watching the Master Blaster Sachin Tendulkar reaching his 200 runs - the first ever cricketer in the world to have done this in the 50 over international match. Parents and students and&lt;br /&gt;everyone watched the miracle and excitement taking place unbelievably in front of their eyes. But one mother locked herself with her two children in their study room coaching them for the next day's exam and strictly advised everyone not to disturb them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who is this lady?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Sachin Tendulkar's wife Anjali Tendulkar and the children are their children Sarah and Arjun! However the kids could not resist the temptation of watching their legendry father achieving the world record and watched a few minutes of the great excitement and then went back to their study room with their most&lt;br /&gt;responsible mother! Of course they enjoyed the historic event, but soon got back to what they should be doing for the next day's examination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I have to elaborate the above quotation anymore? Just recall what our children were doing at this historic moment with the School Board Exam a week away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, focus and responsibility is in the family!&lt;/div&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/8637778570878697426-2548416664907368538?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2548416664907368538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2548416664907368538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/03/arise-awake-take-charge.html' title='Arise, Awake &amp; take Charge!'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-2559025124954535106</id><published>2010-03-02T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:04:13.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nice Quotes</title><content type='html'>1. When Snake is alive, Snake eats Ants. When Snake is dead, Ants eat Snake. Time can turn at any time. Don't neglect anyone in your life........ ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never make the same mistake twice,There are so many new ones,Try a different one each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A good way to change someone's attitude is to change our own. Because, the same sun melts butter, also hardens clay! Life is as we think, so think beautifully.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Life is just like a sea, we are moving without end. Nothing stays with us,what remains is just the memories of some people who touched us as Waves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whenever you want to know how rich you are, never count your currency, just try to Drop a Tear and count how many hands reach out to WIPE that- that is true richness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Heart tells the eyes SEE LESS, because YOU SEE and I SUFFER lot. Eyes replied, FEEL LESS because YOU FEEL and I CRY a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;7. Never change your originality for the sake ofothers,because no one can play your role better than you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be yourself, because whatever you are, YOU are the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-2559025124954535106?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2559025124954535106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2559025124954535106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/03/nice-quotes.html' title='Nice Quotes'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-5036638961181594036</id><published>2010-02-22T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:10:56.307+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Types of VISA'S</title><content type='html'>Types of  US Visa - very useful information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Visas (Official Visas)-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-1: For Ambassadors, public ministers &amp;amp; consular officers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-2: For immediate family members of A-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-3: Attendants &amp;amp; servants of A-1 and A-2 holders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B (Business/Visitor) Visa -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-1 Temporary visitor for business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-2 Temporary visitor for leisure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C &amp;amp; D Visa (For Aliens in transit) -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-1,2: Alien in transit directly through US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-3: Family of C-1,C-2 in transit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-4: Transit without Visa(TWOV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-1: Sailors departing on vessel of arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-2: Sailors departing by other means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E - Visa (For Traders/Investors) -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-1 Treaty Trader, spouse and children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-2 Treaty Investor, spouse and children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F Visa (Students) -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to study or research at a U.S. college? Then F is the visa for you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-1: Academic Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-2: Spouse or child of F-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H (Temporary Worker) Visa -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-1B: Persons in a specialty occupation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-2B: Seasonal nonagricultural workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-3: Trainees other than medical/academic; also training of handicaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-4: Dependants of H visa holders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Visa (Media Persons) -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a reporter, film person, Editor? Then you require an I-visa -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential docs: Your press ID, a letter from the editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J &amp;amp; Q Exchange Visitor Visa -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-1 exchange visitors may be academics, scientists, businesspeople or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-1: Visas for exchange visitors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-2: Spouse or 'child' of J-1 under 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiance(e) of US Citizen -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-1 Fiance(e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-2 Minor child of K-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-3 Spouse of a U.S. Citizen (LIFE Act)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-4 Child of K-3 (LIFE Act)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Docs: Marriage certificate &amp;amp; Photos, Intent of marrying within 90 days in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US(for K1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L Visa (Intra Company Transferees) -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-1A Executive, managerial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-1B Specialized knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-2 Spouse or child of L-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocational and Language Students -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-1 Vocational student or other non-academic student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-2 Spouse or child of M-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O -Visa (For Prodigies) -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-1: For a Genius in Sciences, Arts, Education, Business, or Athletics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-2: Alien's (support) accompanying O-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-3: Spouse or child of O-1 or O-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athletes and Entertainers-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-1: Athletes &amp;amp; Entertainment groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-2: Entertainers in exchange programs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-3: Entertainers in cultural programs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-4: Spouse or child of P-1, 2, or 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R-Visa (Religious Workers)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-1 Religious workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-2 Spouse or child of R-1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-5036638961181594036?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5036638961181594036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5036638961181594036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/02/types-of-visas.html' title='Types of VISA&apos;S'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1458392957936281134</id><published>2010-02-22T12:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:06:16.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't Sleep Late</title><content type='html'>Good rest and sound sleep is very &amp;nbsp;important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u don't sleep well, The toxic in your body will accumulate.. affecting your health and your mood... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The main causes of liver damage are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleeping too late and waking up too late are the main cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not urinating in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Too much eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Skipping breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Consuming too much medication. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Consuming too much preservatives, additives, food coloring, and artificial sweetener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Consuming unhealthy cooking oil. As much as possible reduce cooking oil use when frying, which includes even the best cooking oils like olive oil.       Do not  consume fried foods when you are tired, except if the body is very fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Consuming overly done foods also add to the burden of liver. Veggies should be eaten raw or cooked 3-5 parts. Fried veggies should be finished in one sitting, do not store. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just have to adopt a good daily lifestyle and eating habits. Maintaining good eating habits and time condition are very important for our body to absorb and get rid of unnecessary chemicals according to "schedule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because: Evening at 9 - 11pm : is the time for eliminating unnecessary/ toxic chemicals (de-toxification) from the antibody system (lymph nodes). This time duration should be spent by relaxing or listening to music. If&lt;br /&gt;during this time a housewife is still in an unrelaxed state such as washing the dishes or monitoring children doing their homework, this will have a negative impact on her health. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening at 11pm - 1am : The de-toxification process in the liver, and ideally should be done in a deep sleep state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning 1 - 3am : de-toxification process in the gall, also ideally done in a deep sleep state. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning 3 - 5am : de-toxification in the lungs. Therefore there will sometimes be a severe cough for cough sufferers during this time.&amp;nbsp; Since the  de-toxification process had reached the respiratory tract, there is no need to take cough medicine so as not to interfere with toxin removal process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning 5 - 7am : de-toxification in the colon, you should empty your bowel. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning 7 - 9am : absorption of nutrients in the small intestine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be having breakfast at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast should be earlier, before 6:30am, for those who are sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast before 7:30am is very beneficial to those wanting to stay fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who always skip breakfast, they should change their habits, and it is still better to eat breakfast late until 9 -10am rather than no meal at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping so late and waking up too late will disrupt the process of removing unnecessary chemicals. Aside from that, midnight to 4am is the time when the bone marrow produces blood. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,have a good sleep and don't sleep late.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1458392957936281134?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1458392957936281134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1458392957936281134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/02/dont-sleep-late.html' title='Don&apos;t Sleep Late'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3608585030302454025</id><published>2010-02-15T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:11:16.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess with Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One morning, the husband returns the boat to their lakeside cottage after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat&amp;nbsp;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She motors out a short distance, anchors, puts her feet up,&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp;begins to read her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peace and solitude are magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along comes a '&lt;span&gt;Fish and Game Warden&lt;/span&gt;' in his boat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls up&amp;nbsp; alongside the woman and says, '&lt;span&gt;Good morning&lt;/span&gt;, Ma'am. What are you doing?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Reading a book,' she replies, (thinking, 'Isn't that obvious?')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry, officer, but  I'm not fishing. I'm reading.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, but I see you have all the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all &amp;nbsp;I know you could start at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have &amp;nbsp;to take you in and write you up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault,' says the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But I haven't even touched you,' says the Game Warden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's true, but you have all the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all &amp;nbsp;I know you could start at any moment.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have &amp;nbsp;a nice day ma'am,' and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3608585030302454025?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3608585030302454025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3608585030302454025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/02/dont-mess-with-women.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess with Women'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-51806754978720245</id><published>2010-02-15T12:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:05:18.762+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Non-Violence in Parenting</title><content type='html'>Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the M.K. Gandhi Institute for Non-violence, in his June 9 lecture at the University of Puerto Rico, shared the following story as an example of "non-violence in parenting": &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban, South Africa , in the middle of the sugar plantations. We were deep in the country and had no neighbors, so my two sisters and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father ask me to take care of several pending chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that morning, he said, ' I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together. ' &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He anxiously asked me, ' Why were you late? ' I was so ashamed of telling him I was watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, ' The car wasn't ready, so I had to wait,&lt;br /&gt;not realizing that he had already called the garage. When he caught me in the lie, he said: ' There' s something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn' t give you the confidence to tell me the truth. In order to figure out where I went w rong with you, I'm going to walk home 18 miles and think about it. ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him, watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered. I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at all. I don't think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the power of non-violence."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-51806754978720245?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/51806754978720245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/51806754978720245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/02/non-violence-in-parenting.html' title='Non-Violence in Parenting'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-149213518979254749</id><published>2010-02-10T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:02:58.561+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to Quit IT Industry</title><content type='html'>10 reasons why people quit jobs in IT industry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mismatch between the promised job and the situation on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Limited opportunity for personal growth and skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Boss too much to handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lack of recognition of the good work being put-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Management freezes raises and promotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Poor work culture/work ethic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Inability to maintain/achieve a healthy work-life balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lack of Feedback Mechanisms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lack of decision-making power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. No fun or enjoyment in job/ unchallenged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading above 10 points, Don’t blame your company and your boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN FIND EVERY WHERE THE SAME PROBLEMS.&lt;br /&gt;YOU JUST ENJOY THE WORK AND BE HAPPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-149213518979254749?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/149213518979254749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/149213518979254749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/02/reasons-to-quit-it-industry.html' title='Reasons to Quit IT Industry'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3426379961320937345</id><published>2010-02-08T11:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:55:56.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Professor vs Einstein</title><content type='html'>An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with GOD, the ALMIGHTY. He asked one of his New Students to stand and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So, you Believe in GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is GOD Good ?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this GOD good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student was silent )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : You can't answer, can you ? Let's start again, Young Fella. Is GOD Good?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is Satan good ?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Where does Satan come from ?&lt;br /&gt;Student : From . . . GOD . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : That's right. Tell Me son, is there evil in this World?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So who created evil ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student did not answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So, who Created them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student had no answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you. Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yet you still Believe in HIM?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes,Faith. And that is the problem Science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as Cold?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don't have anything called Cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as Cold. Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. We cannot Measure Cold. Heat is Energy. Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is the Absence of Something You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, Darkness isn't. If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : Flawed ? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD.&lt;br /&gt;You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought.&lt;br /&gt;It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understood either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument&lt;br /&gt;was going )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir?&lt;br /&gt;Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Class was in Uproar )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's Brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Class broke out into Laughter )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one appears to have done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that You have No Brain, sir.&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face unfathomable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor : I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student : That is it sir . . . Exactly !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That student was Albert Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Technical Skill is the mastery of complexity, while Creativity is the master of simplicity....."&lt;br /&gt;"Innovation distinguishes between a leader and a follower."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3426379961320937345?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3426379961320937345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3426379961320937345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/02/professor-vs-einstein.html' title='Professor vs Einstein'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-5719913594483809973</id><published>2010-01-29T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:01:01.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/S2J_ioEbw4I/AAAAAAAABVA/vPOqvElgRHk/s1600-h/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/S2J_ioEbw4I/AAAAAAAABVA/vPOqvElgRHk/s640/image001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A boy and a girl were playing together. The girl had a collection of marbles. The boy had some sweets with her. The girl told the boy that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The boy agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The girl kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the boy. The boy gave him all her sweets as he had promised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That night, the boy slept peacefully. But the girl couldn't sleep as she kept wondering if the boy had hidden some sweets from her the way she had hidden her best marble.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/b&gt; If you don't give your hundred percent in a relationship, you'll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent.. This is applicable for any relationship like love, employer-employee relationship etc., Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully………&lt;/span&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/8637778570878697426-5719913594483809973?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5719913594483809973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5719913594483809973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/01/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/S2J_ioEbw4I/AAAAAAAABVA/vPOqvElgRHk/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8286098161879776818</id><published>2010-01-22T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:16:24.384+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Language</title><content type='html'>The 'Corporate' language !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We will do it' means &lt;br /&gt;'You will do it' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You have done a great job' means &lt;br /&gt;'More work to be given to you' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We are working on it' means &lt;br /&gt;'We have not yet started working on the same' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tomorrow, first thing in the morning' means &lt;br /&gt;'Its not getting done... At least not tomorrow !'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'After discussion we will decide - I am very open to views' means &lt;br /&gt;'I have already decided, I will tell you what to do' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There was a slight mis communication' means &lt;br /&gt;'We had actually lied' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lets call a meeting and discuss' means &lt;br /&gt;'I have no time now, will talk later' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We can always do it' means &lt;br /&gt;'We actually cannot do the same on time' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We are on the right track but there needs to be a slight extension of the deadline' means &lt;br /&gt;'The project is screwed up, we cannot deliver on time.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We had slight differences of opinion' means &lt;br /&gt;'We had actually fought' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Make a list of the work that you do and let's see how I can help you' means &lt;br /&gt;'Anyway you have to find a way out, no help from me' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You should have told me earlier' means &lt;br /&gt;'Well even if you told me earlier that would have made hardly any difference!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We need to find out the real reason' means &lt;br /&gt;'Well I will tell you where your fault is' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well.... family is important, your leave is always granted. Just ensure that the work is not affected' means &lt;br /&gt;'Well you know...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We are a team' means &lt;br /&gt;'I am not the only one to be blamed' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's actually a good question' means &lt;br /&gt;'I do not know anything about it' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, THE BEST OF ALL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'All the Best' means &lt;br /&gt;' You are in trouble'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8286098161879776818?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8286098161879776818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8286098161879776818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/01/corporate-language.html' title='Corporate Language'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-5063825035931398899</id><published>2010-01-19T11:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:52:49.677+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: Tell me about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: I am SAMEER GUPTA. I did my Tele Communication engineering from BabanRao Dhole-Patil Institute of Technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: BabanRao Dhole-Patil Institute of Technology? I had never heard of this college before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: Great! Even I had not heard of it before getting an admission into it. What happened is - due to cricket world cup I scored badly! In 12th.I was getting a paid seat in a good college. But my father said (I prefer to call him 'baap') - "I can not invest so much of money".(The ‘baap’ actually said - "I will never waste so much of money on you"). So I had to join this College. Frankly speaking this name - BabanRao Dhole-Patil, can at the most be related to a Shetakari Mahavidyalaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: ok, ok. It seems you have taken 6 years to complete your engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: Actually I tried my best to finish it in 4 years. But you Know, these cricket matches and football world cup, and tennis Tournaments. It is difficult to concentrate. So I flunked in 2nd and 3rd year. So in all I took 4 + 2 = 7 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: But 4+2 is 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: Oh, is it? You know I always had KT in mathematics. But I will try to keep this in mind. 4+2 is 6, good, thanks. These cricket matches really affect exams a lot. I think they should ban it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: Good to know that you want cricket matches to be banned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: No, no... I am talking about Exams!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: Ok, What is your biggest achievement in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: Obviously, completing my Engineering. My mom never thought I Would complete it. In fact, when I flunked in 3rd year, she was looking for a job for me in BEST (Bus corporation in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Maharashtra&lt;/st1:place&gt;) through some relative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: Do you have any plans of higher study?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: he he he… Are you kidding? Completing 'lower' education itself was so much of pain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: Let's talk about technical stuff. On which platforms have you worked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: Well, I work at SEEPZ, so you can say ‘Andheri’ is my current Platform. Earlier I was at ‘Vashi’ center. So ‘Vashi’ was my platform then. As you can see I have experience of different platforms! (Vashi and Andheri are the Places in Mumbai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: And which languages have you used?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: Marathi, Hindi, English. By the way, I can keep quiet in German, French, Russian and many other languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: Why VC# is better than VB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: It is a common sense - C comes after B. So VC is a higher version than VB. I heard very soon they are coming up with a new Language VD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: Do you know anything about Assembly Language?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: Well, I have not heard of it. But I guess, this is the Language our ministers and MPs use in assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: What is your general project experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: My general experience about projects is - most of the times they are in pipeline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: Can you tell me about your current job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: Sure, Currently I am working for Bata InfoTech Ltd. Since Joining BIL, I am on Bench. Before joining BIL, I used to think that bench was another software like Windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: Do you have any project management experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: No, but I guess it shouldn't be difficult. I know Word and Excel. I can talk a lot. I know how to dial for International phone call And use speaker facility. And very important - I know few words like - 'Show stoppers ' , 'hot fixes', 'SEI- CMM', 'quality', 'version control', 'deadlines', 'Customer Satisfaction' etc. Also I can blame others for my mistakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: What are your expectations from our company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candidate: Not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;1. I should at least get 40,000 in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;2. I would like to work on a live EJB project. But it should not have deadlines. I personally feel that pressure affects natural talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;3. I believe in flexible - timings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;4. Dress code is against basic freedom, so I would like to wear t-shirt and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;5. We must have sat-sun off. I will suggest Wednesday off also, so as to avoid breakdown due to overwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;6. I would like to go abroad 3 times a year on short term preferably 2-4 months) assignments. Personally I prefer US, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;. But considering the fact that there is a world cup in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West Indies&lt;/st1:place&gt; in 2007, I don't mind going there in that period. As you can see I am modest and don't have many expectations. So can I assume my selection? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Interviewer: he he he ha ha ha. Thanks for your interest in our organization. In fact I was never entertained so much before. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Welcome to Microsoft…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-5063825035931398899?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5063825035931398899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5063825035931398899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/01/funny-interview.html' title='Funny Interview'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3035325678167352038</id><published>2010-01-08T15:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:17:56.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Think Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One old man was sitting with his 25 years old son in the train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Train is about to leave the station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All passengers are settling down their seat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As train started young man was filled with lot of joy andcuriosity.  He was sitting on the window side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He went out one hand and feeling the passing air. Heshouted, "Papa see all trees are going behind".  Old man smile and admired son feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beside the young man one couple was sitting and listing allthe conversion between father and son.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were little awkward with the attitude of 25years old man behaving like a small child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly young man again shouted, "Papa see the pondand animals. Clouds are moving with train".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Couple was watching the young man in embarrassingly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now its start raining and some of water drops touches theyoung man's hand.  He filled with joy and he closed the eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He shouted again," Papa it's raining, water istouching me, see papa".  Couple couldn't help themselves and ask the old man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why don't you visit the Doctor and get treatment for your son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Old man said,  " Yes, We are coming from the hospital as Todayonly my son got his eye sight for first time in his life".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moral: "&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Don't draw conclusions until you know all the facts&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/8637778570878697426-3035325678167352038?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3035325678167352038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3035325678167352038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2010/01/think-before.html' title='Think Before'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7462964577514110745</id><published>2009-12-29T11:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:31:12.915+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't give to the Poor</title><content type='html'>A number of years ago a humanitarian organization went to Africa intending to alleviate pain and suffering. The group came upon a village that suffered from an atrocious lack of sanitation services. There was no clean drinking water or sewage disposal. Children played freely in the stream of sewage that ran through the center of the village. Infectious disease claimed the lives of many villagers each month. Clearly, the people of this village needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humanitarian group, in accordance with their mission, set to rectify the situation. They paid many thousands of dollars to contractors to come to the village and build a modern water purification and waste disposal system. The contractors came, did their work, and within a few weeks the village was given a solution to their problems. The people had clean water, any trace of sewage disappeared, and the rate of disease decreased dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humanitarian group commended themselves on a job well done (or so they believed), and left to give charity elsewhere while the villagers lived on happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story does not end here. For while the humanitarians had given the villagers a great gift, they had not solved their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months later, another humanitarian group came upon the village. They had heard about the great gift bestowed by the previous group, and wanted to see the effects of charity first hand. Much to their surprise, they found the village more squalid than ever. Once more children wallowed in sewage. Once more disease plagued the people. As before there was no clean water or sanitation to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how could this be true? The modern sanitation and water purification systems installed should have lasted for decades. Yet, in only a few months they had fallen into disrepair. The water stations were filthy and misused. A great act of charity had been for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humanitarians, puzzled by the situation, sought the chief of the village, and asked him why his people had wasted such a gift. This was his reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How can you blame us? We are simple people who know nothing of modern machinery. The others came and bestowed it upon us, and it was a great relief. But after they left, things began to break down. We do not possess the knowledge to repair these problems, and the result is before you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be true, said the humanitarians, but what about the water stations? They have clearly been abused. Have you not the common sense to protect your own assets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this the chief looked at them cockeyed and replied. “And what did you expect? These people had been many years without clean water. Then you gave it to them for free in abundance. They took all they could use and more. The people did not work for those water stations. They do not own them, and they could not be persuaded to maintain them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humanitarians were silent. The chief had spoken truth. The great gift alone had not been enough and the reasons could be clearly observed. Perhaps, it is human nature to abuse a gift. The humanitarians returned to their camp and thought long and hard about how they could help the villagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the humanitarians returned, determined to rebuild the water and sanitation systems with the following conditions. The villagers would have to pay for water and sanitation. Not more than they could afford, but there would be no gift giving this time. A group of villagers would work with the contractors to build the system and would be taught how to repair every aspect of it. These villagers would in turn train others so the system would never fall into disrepair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these new conditions in place, the water and sanitation systems were stored. This time the people had respect for the systems because they owned them. This time they were able to repair the system when it broke down. To this day the villagers have plenty of clean water and live free of filth and disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we should always recall the very important saying whenever we help the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Never give to the poor. Help the poor.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-7462964577514110745?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7462964577514110745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7462964577514110745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2009/12/dont-give-to-poor.html' title='Don&apos;t give to the Poor'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7809851084180948327</id><published>2009-12-22T15:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:31:07.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Live Example to Deadlock</title><content type='html'>Boss says to Secretary: For a week we will go abroad, so make arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;Secretary makes call to Husband: For a week my boss and I will be going abroad, you look after yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Husband makes call to secret lover: My wife is going abroad for a week, so let's spend the week together.&lt;br /&gt;Secret lover makes call to small boy whom she is giving private tuition: I have work for a week, so you need not come for class.&lt;br /&gt;Small boy makes call to his grandfather: Grandpa, for a week I don't have class bcoz my teacher is busy. Let's spend the week together.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa (the 1st boss) makes call to his secretary: This week I am spending my time with my grandson. We cannot attend that meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Secretary makes call to her husband: This week my boss has some work, we cancelled our trip.&lt;br /&gt;Husband makes call to secret lover: We cannot spend this week together; my wife has cancelled her trip.&lt;br /&gt;Secret lover makes call to small boy whom she is giving private tuition: This week we will have class as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Small boy makes call to his grandfather: Grandpa, my teacher said this week I have to attend class. Sorry I can't give you company.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa makes call to his secretary: Don't worry this week we will attend&lt;br /&gt;that meeting, so make arrangement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-7809851084180948327?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7809851084180948327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7809851084180948327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2009/12/live-example-to-deadlock.html' title='A Live Example to Deadlock'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7729303023616323376</id><published>2009-12-22T15:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:28:00.437+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Before Marriage Read This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sacha Guitry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;after marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they justcan’t face each other, but still they stay together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Socrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Dumas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anonymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sam Kinison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;James Holt McGavran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me and the second one didn't." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Patrick Murray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2. Whenever you're right, shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Nash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anonymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;you know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Henny Youngman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Rodney Dangerfield &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anonymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!"&lt;br /&gt;Second Guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-7729303023616323376?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7729303023616323376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7729303023616323376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2009/12/before-marriage-read-this.html' title='Before Marriage Read This...'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8221874069869040683</id><published>2009-12-22T15:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:07:51.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Bill Gates decides to Sell OFF Microsoft?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;tt&gt;Letter from Banta Singh of Punjab to Mr. Bill Gates of  Microsoft&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; Subject: Problems with my new  computer&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; Dear Mr. Bill  Gates,&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;      We have bought a computer for our home and we have  found some problems, &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt; which I want to bring to your  notice.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;1. There is a button 'start' but there is no 'stop'  button. We request you&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;tt&gt; to check  this.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One doubt is whether any 're-scooter' is available in system? I  find&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt; only 're-cycle', but I own a scooter at my  home.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;&lt;tt&gt;3. There is 'Find' button but it is not working  properly. My wife lost the&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;tt&gt;door key and we tried a lot trace the key  with this 'find' button, but was &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt; unable to trace.  Please rectify this problem.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;4. My child learns 'Microsoft  word' now he wants to learn 'Microsoft&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;tt&gt; sentence', so  when you will provide that?&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;5. I bought computer, CPU, mouse and  keyboard, but there is only one icon &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt; which shows 'My Computer':  when you will provide the remaining items?&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;6. It is surprising  that windows says 'MY Pictures' but there is not even a&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;tt&gt; single  photo of mine. So when will you keep my photo in that.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;7. There  is 'MICROSOFT OFFICE' what about 'MICROSOFT HOME' since I use the &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt; PC at home only.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;&lt;tt&gt;8. You provided 'My  Recent Documents'. When you will provide 'My Past&lt;/tt&gt; &lt;tt&gt; Documents'?&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;9. You provide 'My Network Places'. For  God sake please do not provide 'My &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt; Secret Places'. I do not want  to let my wife know where I go after my &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt; office hours.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Last one  to Mr Bill Gates :&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Courier New';" &gt;&lt;tt&gt;Sir, how is it  that your name is Gates but you are selling WINDOWS!!!!&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&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/8637778570878697426-8221874069869040683?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8221874069869040683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8221874069869040683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2009/12/why-bill-gates-decides-to-sell-off.html' title='Why Bill Gates decides to Sell OFF Microsoft?'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7794119671647318936</id><published>2008-11-12T10:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:54:46.444+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ramayana (w)as written by BillGates</title><content type='html'>When Bill Gates was in India, he had a chance 2 listen Ramayana from Atal Behari Vajpayee. After returning 2 US he wrote it in his personal Diary.&lt;br /&gt;A Tabloid in US got a copy of his writings.&lt;br /&gt;These are excerpts from hisdiary.&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes     ...LAN, LAN ago, in the SYSTEM of I/O-dhya, there ruled a PROCESSOR namedDOS-rat. Once he EXECUTED a great sacrifice PROGRAM after which his queensgave an OUTPUT of four SUNs--RAM, LSIman,BUG-rat and SED-rughana. RAM theeldest was a MICROCHIP with excellent MEMORY. His brothers, however, wereonly PERIPHERAL ICs. Once when RAM was only 16MB, he married princess'C'ta. 12years passed and DOS-rat decided to INSTALL RAM as hissuccessor. However, Queen CIE/CAE(Kayegayee), who was once offered a boonby DOS-rat for a lifesaving HELP COMMAND, took this opportunity at theinstigation of her BIOSed maid (a real plotter), and insisted that her sonBug-rat be INSTALLED and that RAM be CUT-N-PASTED to the forest for 14years.At this cruel and unexpected demand, a SURGE passed through DOS-rat and hecollapsed, power-less. RAM agreed to LOG INTO forest and 'C'ta insisted toLOGIN with him. LSI-man also resolved on LOGGING IN with his brother. Theforest was the dwelling of SPARCnakha, the TRAN-SISTOR of RAW-van,PROCESSOR of LAN-ka. Attracted by RAM's stature, she proposed that heshould marry her. RAM, politely declined. Perceiving 'C'ta to be theSOURCE CODE of her distress, she hastened to kill her. Weeping,SPARC-nakha fled to LAN-ka ,where RAW-van, moved by TRAN-SISTOR's plight,approached his uncle MAR-icha. MAR-icha REPROGRAMED himself into theformof a golden stag and drew RAM deep into the forest. Finally, tired ofchase, RAM shot the deer, which, with his last breath, cried outdesperately for LSI-man in RAM's voice.Fooled by this VIRTUAL RAM SOUND, 'C'ta urged LSI-man to his brother'said. Catching the opportunity ,RAW-van DELINKED 'C'ta from her LIBRARY andchanged her ROOT DIRECTORY to LAN-ka.RAM and LSI-man started SEARCHING for the missing 'C'ta all over theforest. They made friendship with the forest SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR SU-greevand his powerful co-processor Ha-NEUMAN.SU-greev agreed to help RAM. SU-greev ordered his PROGRAMMERS to usepowerful 'SEARCH' techniques to FIND the missing 'C'ta. His PROGRAMMERSSEARCHED all around the INTER-NETworked forests. Many tried to 'EXCITE'the birds and animals not to forget the 'WEBCRAWLERS' (Insects) and triedto 'INFO SEEK. something about 'C'ta. Some of them even shouted'YAA-HOO'but they all ended up with 'NOT FOUNDMESSAGES'. Several other SEARCHtechniques proved useless. Ha-NEUMAN devised a RISKy TECHNOLOGY and usedit to cross the seas at an astonishing CLOCK SPEED. Soon Ha-NEUMANDOWNLOADED himself into LAN-ka. After doing some local SEARCH, Ha-NEUMANfound 'C'ta weeping under a TREE STRUCTURE Ha-NEUMAN used a LOGIN ID(ring) to identify himself to 'C'ta. After DECRYPTING THE KEY, 'C'tabelieved in him and asked him to send a 'STATUS_OK' MESSAGE toRAM. Meanwhile all the raakshasa BUGS around 'C'tacaptured Ha-NEUMAN andtried to DELETE him using pyro-techniques. But Ha-NEUMAN managed to spreadchaos by spreading the VIRUS 'Fire'. Ha-NEUMAN happily pressed ESCAPE fromLAN-ka and conveyed all the STATUSMESSAGES to RAM and SU-greev. RAW-wandecided to take the all-powerful RAM head-on and prepared for thebattle. One of the RAW-wan's SUN (son) almost DELETED RAM &amp;amp;LSI-man with apowerful brahma-astra. But Ha-NEUMAN resorted to some ACTIVE-X gradientsand REFORMATTED RAM and LSI-man. RAM used the SOURCE CODE secrets ofRAW-wan and once for all wiped out RAW-wan's presence on earth. After thebattle, RAM got INSTALLED in I/O-dhya and spreaded his MICROSOFT WORKS andother USER FRIENDLY PROGRAMS to all USERS and every one lived happily ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-7794119671647318936?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7794119671647318936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7794119671647318936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/11/ramayana-was-written-by-billgates.html' title='Ramayana (w)as written by BillGates'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3951897872399020222</id><published>2008-03-25T14:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:54:34.072+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Famous Chowdary Leaders</title><content type='html'>Famous Kamma Leaders in Congress Party&lt;br /&gt;Sir.Edpuganti Raghavendra Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Gadde Rangaiah Naidu,&lt;br /&gt;Raja Vasireddi Durga Sadasiveswara Prasad,&lt;br /&gt;Duggirala Balarama Krishnaiah,&lt;br /&gt;Gottipati Brahmaiah,&lt;br /&gt;Parvathaneni Veeraiah,&lt;br /&gt;Kalluri Chandramouli,&lt;br /&gt;Pamulapati Venkata Krishnaiah Chaudary,&lt;br /&gt;Jagarlamudi Kuppuswamy Chaudary,&lt;br /&gt;Raja Yarlagadda Siva Rama Prasad,&lt;br /&gt;Nallamothu Chenchu Rama Naidu,&lt;br /&gt;Kakani Venkata Ratnam,&lt;br /&gt;Kotha Raghuramayya,&lt;br /&gt;S.B.P.Pattabhi Rama Rao,&lt;br /&gt;N.P.Chengalraya Naidu,&lt;br /&gt;Rayapati Venkata Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Pinnamaneni Koteswara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Alluri Bapineedu,&lt;br /&gt;Maganti Ravindranath Chaudary,&lt;br /&gt;Madala JanakiramChalla Kondaiah,&lt;br /&gt;Chekuri Kasaiah,&lt;br /&gt;Chanamolu Venkata Rao and many more.&lt;br /&gt;Famous Kamma Leaders in C.P.I&lt;br /&gt;Chandra Rajeswara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Kadiala Gopala Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Vemulapalli Sri Krishna,&lt;br /&gt;Myneni Lakshmana Swamy,&lt;br /&gt;Maddukuri Chandra Sekhara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Vellanki Visweswara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Nallamala Giri Prasad,&lt;br /&gt;Dasari Nagabhushana Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Puvvada Nageswara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;T.Venkateswara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Gangineni Venkateswara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Valluru Gangadhara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;K.Narayana. &lt;br /&gt;Famous Kamma Leaders in Telugu Desam Party&lt;br /&gt;N.T.Rama Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Chandra Babu Naidu,&lt;br /&gt;Kodela Siva Prasad,&lt;br /&gt;Makineni Peda Rattaiah,&lt;br /&gt;Nettem Raghuram,&lt;br /&gt;Karanam Balaram,&lt;br /&gt;Paritala Ravindra,&lt;br /&gt;Vadde Sobhanadreswara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Yelamanchili Sivaji,&lt;br /&gt;Tummala Nageswara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Gorantla Butchaiah Chaudary,&lt;br /&gt;M.V.V.S. Murthy,&lt;br /&gt;Koneru Nageswara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Bolla Bulliramaiah,&lt;br /&gt;Devineni Venkataramana,&lt;br /&gt;Boddu Bhaskara Ramarao,&lt;br /&gt;Devineni Umamaheswararao&lt;br /&gt;Kodali Nani&lt;br /&gt;Mandava Venkateswara Rao and many more....&lt;br /&gt;Famous Kamma Leaders in C.P.M&lt;br /&gt;Makineni Basavapunnaiah,&lt;br /&gt;Lavu Bala Gangadhara Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Koratala Satyanarayana,&lt;br /&gt;Putumbaka Venkatapathi,&lt;br /&gt;Yelamanchili Radha Krishna Murthy,&lt;br /&gt;Tammineni Veerabhadram,&lt;br /&gt;Moturi Hanumantha Rao,(Editor of Prajasakti)&lt;br /&gt;Bodapati Venkata Raghavulu (B.V.Raghavulu)&lt;br /&gt;Famous Kamma Leaders in B..J.P&lt;br /&gt;Venkaiah Naidu,&lt;br /&gt;Khambampati Hairbabu,&lt;br /&gt;S.P.B.P.K.Satyanarayana Rao,&lt;br /&gt;Veeramachineni Rangaprasad,&lt;br /&gt;N.P.Jhansi Lakshmi ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3951897872399020222?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3951897872399020222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3951897872399020222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/famous-chowdary-leaders.html' title='Famous Chowdary Leaders'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3711437267202040071</id><published>2008-03-17T14:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:47:02.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Softwarism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chandrababuism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have two cows in Vijayawada. You hook them to internet and milk them from Hyderabad .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jayalalithaism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have two cows. You teach them to cry,"Ammaaaaaaa..." and fall at your feet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Karunanidhiism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have two cows. You give one to your son and the other to your nephew .. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gandhism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have two cows. But you drink goat's milk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Indiraism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have two bulls. You adamantly consider them as cows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lalooism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have two cows. You buy Rs. 900 Crore worth of cattlefeed for them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rajnikantism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have two cows. You throw them into air and catch their milk in your mouth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sardarism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have two cows. You paint them both to get colourful milk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Softwarism:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Ultimate....) Client has 2 cows and u need to milk them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 . First prepare a document when to milk them (Project kick off) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 . Prepare a document how long you have to milk them (Project plan) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 . Then prepare how to milk them (Design) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 . Then prepare what other accessories are needed to milk them (Framework) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 . Then prepare a 2 dummy cows (sort of toy cows) and show to client the way in which u will milk them (UI Mockups &amp;amp; POC) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 . If client is not satisfied then redo from step 2 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. You actually start milking them and find that there are few problem with accessories. (Change framework)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 . Redo step 4 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9 . At last milk them and send it to onsite. (Coding over) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Make sure that cow milks properly ( Testing) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Onsite reports that it is not milking there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. You break your head and find that onsite is trying to milk from bulls &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. At last onsite milk them and send to client (Testing) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Client says the quality of milk is not good. (User Acceptance Test) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Offsite then slogs and improves the quality of milk &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Now the client says that the quality is good but its milking at slow rate (performance issue) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Again you slog and send it with good performance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Client is happy??? By this time both the COWs aged and cant milk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(The software got old and get ready for next release repeat from step 1) !!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3711437267202040071?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3711437267202040071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3711437267202040071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/softwarism.html' title='Softwarism'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3597755336132723165</id><published>2008-03-17T14:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:23:32.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'>About Govt. Employees in INDIA</title><content type='html'>The Four Cats:&lt;br /&gt;4 men were bragging about how smart their cats were:&lt;br /&gt;The first man was an Engineer, the second man was an Accountant, the third man was a Chemist &amp;amp; the fourth man was a Government Employee.&lt;br /&gt;To show off, the Engineer called his cat, "T-square, do Ur stuff."&lt;br /&gt;T-square pranced over to the desk, took out some paper and pen and promptly drew a circle, a square, and a triangle. Everyone agreed that was pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;But the Accountant said his cat could do better. He called his cat &amp;amp; said, " Spreadsheet, do Ur stuff."&lt;br /&gt;Spreadsheet went out to the kitchen and returned with a dozen cookies. He divided them into 4 equal piles of 3 cookies... Everyone agreed that was good.&lt;br /&gt;But the Chemist said his cat could do better. He called his cat &amp;amp; said "Measure, do Ur stuff"&lt;br /&gt;Measure got up, walked to the fridge, took out a quart of milk, got a 10 ounce glass from the cupboard and poured exactly 8 ounces without spilling a drop into the glass.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone agreed that was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Then the 3 men turned to the Government Employee and said "What can Ur cat do?"&lt;br /&gt;The Government Employee called his cat and said..&lt;br /&gt;"CoffeeBreak.. do your stuff."&lt;br /&gt;CoffeeBreak jumped to his feet..&lt;br /&gt;Ate the cookies..&lt;br /&gt;Drank the milk..&lt;br /&gt;Sh*t on the paper..&lt;br /&gt;Screwed the other three cats..&lt;br /&gt;Claimed he injured his back while doing so..&lt;br /&gt;Filed a grievance report for unsafe working conditions&lt;br /&gt;Put in for Workers Compensation &amp;amp; Went home for the rest of the day on sick leave..&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;THAT'S WHY I WANT TO WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-3597755336132723165?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3597755336132723165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3597755336132723165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/about-govt-employees-in-india.html' title='About Govt. Employees in INDIA'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-4445505048468240967</id><published>2008-03-14T09:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:58:33.327+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THINK AGAIN If You are Working Late in Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;*Mail sent by Narayan Murthy to all Infosys staff: *&lt;br /&gt;It's half past 8 in the office but the lights are still on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PCs still running, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;coffee machines still buzzing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And who's at work? Most of them ??? Take a closer look...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All or most specimens are ??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something male species of the human race...Look closer... again all or most of them are bachelors...And why are they sitting late? Working hard? No way!!!Any guesses???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's ask one of them...Here's what he says... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What's there 2 do after going home...Here we get to surf, AC, phone, food, coffee that is why I am working late...Importantly no bossssssss!! !!!!!!!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the scene in most research centers and software companies and other off-shore offices.Bachelors "Time-passing" during late hours in the office just bcoz they say they've nothing else to do... *&lt;br /&gt;Now what r the consequences. .. *"Working" (for the record only) late hours soon becomes part of the institute or company culture.With bosses more than eager to provide support to those "working" late in the form of taxi vouchers, food vouchers and of course good feedback, (oh, he's a hard worker... goes home only to change..!!).They aren't helping things too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To hell with bosses who don't understand the difference between "sitting" late and "working" late!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very soon, the boss start expecting all employees to put in extra working hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, My dear Bachelors let me tell you, life changes when u get married and start having a family... office is no longer a priority, family is... and That's when the problem starts... b'coz u start having commitments at home too. For your boss, the earlier "hardworking" guy suddenly seems to become a "early leaver" even if u leave an hour after regular time... after doing the same amount of work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People leaving on time after doing their tasks for the day are labeled as work-shirkers. ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls who thankfully always (its changing nowadays... though) leave on time are labeled as "not up to it". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the while, the bachelors pat their own backs and carry on "working" not realizing that they r spoiling the work culture at their own place and never realize that they wuld have to regret at one point of time. *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*So what's the moral of the story?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* ** Very clear, LEAVE ON TIME!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Never put in extra time " *unless really needed *"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Don't stay back un-necessarily and spoil your company work culture which will in turn cause inconvenience to you and your colleagues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are hundred other things to do in the evening.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learn music...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learn a foreign language...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try a sport... TT, cricket..... ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Importantly Get a girl friend or boy friend, take him/her around town...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* And for heaven's sake net cafe rates have dropped to an all-time low (plus, no fire-walls) and try cooking for a change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take a tip from the Smirnoff ad: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*"&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Life's calling, where are you??&lt;/span&gt;"*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please pass on this message to all those colleagues And please do it before leaving time, don't stay back till midnight to forward this!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT'S A TYPICAL INDIAN MENTALITY THAT WORKING FOR LONG HOURS MEANS VERY HARDWORKING &amp;amp; 100% COMMITMENT ETC. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*PEOPLE WHO REGULARLY SIT LATE IN THE OFFICE DONT KNOW TO MANAGE THEIR TIME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-4445505048468240967?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/4445505048468240967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/4445505048468240967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/think-again-if-you-are-working-late-in.html' title='THINK AGAIN If You are Working Late in Office'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-5637731526747417047</id><published>2008-03-14T09:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:53:21.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heart Touching Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A small touching story mainly for professionals... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAD: "That`s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAD: "If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SON: "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy`s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.50 and he really didn`t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy`s room and opened the door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Are you asleep, son?" He asked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No daddy, I`m awake," replied the boy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I`ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It`s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.. Here`s the Rs.50 you asked for." The little boy sat straight up, smiling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Because I didn`t have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It`s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that Rs.100 worth of your time with someone you love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-5637731526747417047?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5637731526747417047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5637731526747417047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/heart-touching-story.html' title='Heart Touching Story'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-2449037109076202878</id><published>2008-03-12T12:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:22:13.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Testing is Needed....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Try it, really interesting ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why software testing is important..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check this out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just type &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;airtel&lt;/span&gt; in the internet explorer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and Press&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ctrl+Enter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch yourself on which site you reach...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-2449037109076202878?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2449037109076202878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2449037109076202878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/why-testing-is-needed.html' title='Why Testing is Needed....?'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7164566264051851509</id><published>2008-03-12T12:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:19:36.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How Poor Are We....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One day a father and his rich family took his son to a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"How was the trip?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Very good Dad!" replied his son. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yeah!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"And what did you learn?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The son answered, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden; they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden; they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our outlook on life depends on the way you look at things. What others may think as riches, others may want. The most important things in life are your friends, family, health, good humor and a positive attitude towards life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have these then you have everything! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-7164566264051851509?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7164566264051851509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7164566264051851509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/how-poor-are-we.html' title='How Poor Are We....'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1654582357732227371</id><published>2008-03-12T12:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:17:13.102+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Think in Difficult Situations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A small story to show us the ways to come out of a difficult situation :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many years ago in a small Indian village,A farmer had the misfortune Of owing a large sum of money to a village moneylender.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Moneylender , who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer's beautiful daughter. So he proposed a bargain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said he would forgo the farmer's debt if he could marry his Daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the Proposal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let Providence decide the matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He told them that he would put a black Pebble and a white pebble into anempty money bag. Then the girl would Have to pick one pebble from the bag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father's debt would be forgiven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into Jail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer's field. As They talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he Picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two Black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick A pebble from the bag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you have Done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you Have told her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag And expose the money-lender as a cheat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order To save her father from his debt and imprisonment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with The hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral And logical thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with Traditional logical thinking. Think of the consequences if she chooses the above logical answers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What would you recommend to the Girl to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, here is what she did ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without Looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path Where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles. "Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the Bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I Picked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had Picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his Dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into An extremely advantageous one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*MORAL OF THE STORY:*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most complex problems do have a solution. It is only that we don't Attempt to think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1654582357732227371?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1654582357732227371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1654582357732227371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/think-in-difficult-situations.html' title='Think in Difficult Situations'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-6594722685505627021</id><published>2008-03-11T16:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:03:44.172+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;He and She are engaged. Both are working in Hyderabad, while their parents are at Gudur. They are going by the same train to Gudur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incidentally, the first time they are traveling together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time 10:00 PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Enti Intha Tvaraga station ku vachharu.. Nenu usual gaa 10.45 train ki aithe 10.30 ki vasthaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Nenu aithe direct gaa secunderabad lo ekkutha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Avunaa..He he&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Sare le...Nenu water bottle konukosthaa..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Sare..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He comes back in 2 minutes catching his breath...with lots of other stuff apart from water bottle(choclates,crisps etc),&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Enduku Alaa parigethhi vastunaaru...Mellaga raavachu gaa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Hmmn...Ante...Nuvvu okka daanive unnavu kadhaa...andukani...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Ayyo...Asalu nenu eppudu okka daane travel chesthaanu...Idhe 1st time nenu inkokaritho velthunanu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Hmmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Sare...Velli train lo kurchundaam raa... They get into the train&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Side upper, Side lower book chesaava?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Avunu... So that we can talk for sometime. Migatha berths aithe andaru Padukuntaaru...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Avunu...correcte...smiles naughtily !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Train starts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Next year idhe time ki manam pelli tarvatha mana modati Sankranthi ki Vizag velthamu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He: Holds her hand tightly, and gives her one Cadburys temptation chocolate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : So sweet. Meeku ela telusu naaku e choclate ante ishtamani (even though she doesnt like it) She splits the chocolate into smaller bits, and feeds him the first bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : You know what? Nenu eppudu kalalo kuda anukoledhu. That I will fall head over heels for someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Nenu kuda eppudu anukoledhu raa... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By this time, almost all passengers are asleep. And someone tells Him to talk slowly since he is too loud &amp;amp; disturbing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Padha...Door deggariki veldaamu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He and She are at the door. He opens the door, and they sit at the steps for some 1 hr, they get in and sleep (Of course at their respective berths) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Year 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He and She are married for 9 months by now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He and She get into the train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : A berth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Rendu upper berth book chesaa. No disturbance ( Edhava nasa vundadu )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Hmmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Sare. water bottle ivvu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Water ledhu...station lo kondhaam ani anukunaa....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Mundhe cheppi edavachu gaa! Ippudu chudu train start avvataaniki inko 5 mins kuda ledhu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Meeru Elaane anukuntu kurchunte aa 5 mins kooda vundadhu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Thooo edava bathuku! He runs and gets the water bottle (And this time just the water bottle), just when the train starts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She yawns and says&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She : Sare. Nenu chaala tired ga vunnanu...Velli padukunta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Ok.. (Paduko ..koncham sepu nenu prashantangaa vuntaa) After the TTR checks the tickets, he also gets into his berth and tries to sleep. He is not able to sleep after a while, due to some conversation happening below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He turns towards the couple in the side-upper and side-lower berth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He : Babu... If you don't mind, meeru koncham mellaga maatlaadukunte memu padukuntaamu !The side-upper &amp;amp; side lower couple walk towards the door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And life goes on ................ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-6594722685505627021?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6594722685505627021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6594722685505627021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On....'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8090436879478313097</id><published>2008-03-11T16:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:54:09.979+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Problem With Me...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and s o on until you get a response." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens." Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No response. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still no response. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, Honey, what's for dinner?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again he gets no response &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again there is no response. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"James, for the FIFTH time I've said, CHICKEN!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The problem may not be with the other one as we always think, could be very much within us..! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8090436879478313097?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8090436879478313097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8090436879478313097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/problem-with-me.html' title='Problem With Me...???'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-832376121724648575</id><published>2008-03-11T16:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:29:00.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Women's Poem</title><content type='html'>He didn't like the curry&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't like my cake&lt;br /&gt;He said my biscuits were too hard..&lt;br /&gt;Not like his mother used to make.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't prepare the coffee right&lt;br /&gt;He didn't like the stew,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mend his socks&lt;br /&gt;The way his mother used to do.&lt;br /&gt;I pondered for an answer&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a clue.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there anything I could do&lt;br /&gt;To match his mothers shoe&lt;br /&gt;Then I smiled as I saw light One thing&lt;br /&gt;I could definitely do&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and slapped him tight..&lt;br /&gt;Like his mother used to..!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-832376121724648575?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/832376121724648575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/832376121724648575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/03/womens-poem.html' title='A Women&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-4061997377216289387</id><published>2008-02-29T15:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:36:13.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Doctors Vs. Engineers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;7 Engineers and 7 Doctors are going from PUNE to Mumbai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So both groupsgather at Pune Station. **Both groups are desperately trying to prove their **superiority** .* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*SCENE 1 (PUNE- MUMBAI): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*---------------------------------------------------------------------------- - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*7 engineers take only 1 Ticket and 7 doctors buy all 7 tickets..* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Doctors are desperately waiting for TC to come......* *When TC arrives,* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*All 7 Engineers get in one toilet so when TC knocks, one hand come out withthe ticket and the TC goesAway....* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*NOW on return Journey All of them don't get a direct Train to PUNE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So they all decide to take a Passenger till Lonavala, from there they can easily geta LOCAL to PUNE *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*SCENE 2 (MUMBAI - LONAVALA):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*---------------------------------- ----------------------------- ----------- *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctors decided, "this time we will prove that we too are equal"....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All 7Doctors take 1 Ticket Engineers don't buy any ticket at all!!!!!..TC arrives....*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; *ALL DOCTORS IN ONE TOILET. ALL ENGINEERS IN THE OPPOSITE.* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*One engineer gets out and knocks the door of Doctors toilet, One hand comeswith the tickets, he takes theticket and comes in Engg. Bathroom... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TC DRIVES out ALL the doctors fromthe toilet and they are **heavily fined.* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*SCENE 3 ( LONAVALA): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*!----------------------------------------- *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO now both the group r on LONAVALA station. Doctors planning their move forlast chance, they board the local to Pune.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time doctors decide that they will play the same (1 ticket) trick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALL Doctors take 1 tickets...Engineers BUY all 7 tickets this time...* *SO TC Comes.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All Engineers showed their tickets ................... .... **Doctors are still searching for toilet in the LOCAL train........... *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Conclusion: **Technically intelligent people are geniuses, don't mess withEngineers. *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-4061997377216289387?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/4061997377216289387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/4061997377216289387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/doctors-vs-engineers.html' title='Doctors Vs. Engineers'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1637913204579185222</id><published>2008-02-29T15:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:28:24.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Joke on Govt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A little boy wanted Rs.50 very badly and prayed for weeks, but nothinghappened. Finally he decided to write God a letter requesting the Rs.50.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the postal authorities received the letter addressed to God,INDIA,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they decided to forward it to the President of India as a joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The President was so amused, that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy Rs.20. The President thought this would appear to be alot of money to a little boy, and he did not want to spoil the kid. Thelittle boy was delighted with Rs.20, and decided to write a thank you note to God, which read:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dear God: Thank you very much for sending the money.However, I noticed that you sent it through the Rashtrapati Bhavanin New Delhi, and those donkeys deducted Rs.30 in taxes ...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Education makes people easy to lead but difficule to drive, Easy to govern but impossible to enslave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1637913204579185222?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1637913204579185222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1637913204579185222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/joke-on-govt.html' title='Joke on Govt.'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-4969818241521124598</id><published>2008-02-29T15:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:22:10.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Story of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Once, a boy went to a shop with his mother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The shop keeper looked at the small cute child and showed him a bottle with sweets and said 'Dear Child you can take the sweets but the child didn't take. The shop keeper was surprised such a small child he is and why is he not taking the sweets from the bottle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again he said take the sweets now his mother also heard that and said’ beta take the sweets, yet he didn’t take.The shopkeeper saw that the child was not taking the sweets So he himself took the sweets and gave to the child The child was happy to get two hands full of sweets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When they returned home, his Mother asked him Why didn’t you take the sweets when shop keeper told you to take??The child said ''Mom, my hands are very small and if i take the sweets from my hands then i can only take few but now you see when uncle gave with his big hands, how many more sweets I got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we take, we may get little but when God gives, he gives us more than our expectations more than what we can hold..!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-4969818241521124598?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/4969818241521124598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/4969818241521124598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/story-of-day.html' title='Story of The Day'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-413792454793412381</id><published>2008-02-23T10:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:35:26.231+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is Software Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. He/She never bargains… No wonder things have become so costly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. When a cab/bus passes by and you see all the commuters in it are sleeping like they haven’t slept for years…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Dilbert or Calvin is their favorite cartoon…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Words like issues, tracker, raising requests, buzz/ping, compile, delete [unlike erase or rub it off], onsite [n not abroad is what ‘foreign land’ is called] are the ones that would be used by ‘default’…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Weekends are holy words… they are like a salvation one seeks for…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. “Wazzzup”, “Hows life?”, are few obvious questions one will be greeted with which would be immediately followed by “how’s work?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Salaries, work etc are always better or in good shape in other companies than the one he/she is currently in…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. They don’t send or take things… they always forward them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Drinking coffee is the most pleasurable thing they think they do in the entire day…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. They seek a search engine in just almost everything they do… When I forget where I have kept my things at home the first thing that comes to my mind is “I wish there was a Google search for my room” J&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Mondays are always blue…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. All of them will have a dream to do something in life and that something would never be  What  they are doing right now…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-413792454793412381?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/413792454793412381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/413792454793412381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/this-is-software-life.html' title='This is Software Life'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7576093008038765844</id><published>2008-02-22T11:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:59:17.304+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Software Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aakali Rajyam:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sambaru etoo ledu coke aina taagu brother &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boston nagaramlo pizza, burger needi naade brother &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Svatantra desamlo pizza kooda pesarattu laandtide brother &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mana talli microsoft mana anna peoplesoft &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mana bhoomi silicon valley ra tammudu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mana keerti software raa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Degree lu tecchukuni h1b cheta pucchukoni &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boston ki cherinaamu Dollars Dollars antunnaamu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desaanni paalinche bhaavi PR (Permanent Resident) lamu Brother Sambaru &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ee punya bhoomilo job raavadam mana tappaa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aavesam aapukoleni bill gates de tappaa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Denny's lo tinesi cinema ki chekkey brother Sambaru &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sankaruni bhukthulamu, software &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baanisalamu Sears lo Sale &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manadiraa tammudu Society okate baruvuraa .. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Panicheyya VISA ledu VISA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vaste Project ledu annamo ramachandra ante McD's e &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dikku manaki devudide &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bhaaramanai SAP nerchukoraa brother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sambaru etoo ledu coke aina taagu brother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-7576093008038765844?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7576093008038765844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7576093008038765844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/software-songs.html' title='Software Songs'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-6029367015036833473</id><published>2008-02-21T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:35:42.189+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Resignation Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A Boss looking through his Mail Box was astonished to see a mail from an Employee who was supposed to be busy working at Client side on a critical project. It had the subject - "TaTa - Bye Bye". With the worst premonition he opened the mail and read content with trembling hands:-&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;               It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving the job. The offer was too lucrative and attractive for me to turn down. I had to abscond because I wanted to avoid a scene with the HR and you. I am sorry but I had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;The project is working fine. There are only 108 issues pending, out of which only 38% issues are High Priority. Hence I am sure there is no need to worry about. The next Phase of major enhancements I have been working upon, have been completed halfway. I am sure the new person who would replace me would not understand what all I had done so far. Hence, for his and your convenience, I have taken care to remove all the work that I had been doing this far for nearly 3 months now. I am sure you will appreciate my insight and "big heart".&lt;br /&gt;I am of course retaining the Originals that I had retrieved for the purpose of Passport verification with me, considering it as a parting gift from you. Of course, I will not pay the bond amount that I owe the company (since I Am breaking the bond). But I will consider this as a parting gift from our Dear company. I moving out of town since the new company is situated in another City.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have changed my contact number. So you will not be able to get in touch with me, to congratulate me. But I know your blessings are always with me. Last but not the least. I also have the Rs 12000 entrusted to me by our company's cultural events group, for the upcoming movie event. I am sure you would have wanted me to keep it with myself as an added bonus from our company. I respect you very much, hence your wish is my command.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry sir. I am 2 years experienced now, learning so much from your company. So I will surely use this knowledge to write better programs for the new company. Someday I'm sure we will meet sometime in the future. If you wish, I will surely be glad to give my employee reference for you to apply for a job in the new company which I am joining.&lt;br /&gt;Your faithful employee,S. W. Engineer&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters "PS". Hands still trembling, the Boss read:&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dearest Boss, none of the above is true. I'm am still busy working at client side. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my "Request to reconsider my Salary Appraisal" attached with this mail. Please approve it and call when it is safe for me to come to our Office to discuss this.&lt;br /&gt;My respect and Best Regards to you!&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/8637778570878697426-6029367015036833473?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6029367015036833473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6029367015036833473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/resignation-letter.html' title='The Resignation Letter'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7142356453759427777</id><published>2008-02-21T14:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:31:23.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When God Created Daughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R71Ls8AQg4I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Nrasb0aWuX0/s1600-h/god.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169371182684734338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R71Ls8AQg4I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Nrasb0aWuX0/s400/god.bmp" 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/8637778570878697426-7142356453759427777?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7142356453759427777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7142356453759427777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/when-god-created-daughters.html' title='When God Created Daughters'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R71Ls8AQg4I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Nrasb0aWuX0/s72-c/god.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8469057310813077030</id><published>2008-02-20T15:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:12:39.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tax Structure in India</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1) Qus. : What are you doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY PROFESSIONAL TAX!&lt;br /&gt;2) Qus. : What are you doing in Business? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Selling the Goods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY SALES TAX!!&lt;br /&gt;3) Qus. : &gt;From where are you getting Goods? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : From other State/Abroad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY CENTRAL SALES TAX, CUSTOM DUTY &amp;amp; OCTROI!&lt;br /&gt;4) Qus. : What are you getting in Selling Goods? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Profit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY INCOME TAX!&lt;br /&gt;5) Qus. : How do you distribute profit ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans : By way of dividend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : Pay dividend distribution Tax&lt;br /&gt;6) Qus. : Where you Manufacturing the Goods? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Factory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY EXCISE DUTY!&lt;br /&gt;7) Qus. : Do you have Office / Warehouse/ Factory? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY MUNICIPAL &amp;amp; FIRE TAX!&lt;br /&gt;8) Qus. : Do you have Staff? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY STAFF PROFESSIONAL TAX!&lt;br /&gt;9) Qus. : Doing business in Millions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY TURNOVER TAX! Ans : No Tax : Then pay Minimum Alternate Tax&lt;br /&gt;10) Qus. : Are you taking out over 25,000 Cash from Bank? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Yes, for Salary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY CASH HANDLING TAX!&lt;br /&gt;11) Qus.: Where are you taking your client for Lunch &amp;amp; Dinner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY FOOD &amp;amp; ENTERTAINMENT TAX!&lt;br /&gt;12) Qus.: Are you going Out of Station for Business? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY FRINGE BENEFIT TAX!&lt;br /&gt;13) Qus.: Have you taken or given any Service/s? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY SERVICE TAX!&lt;br /&gt;14) Qus.: How come you got such a Big Amount? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Gift on birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY GIFT TAX!&lt;br /&gt;15) Qus.: Do you have any Wealth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY WEALTH TAX!&lt;br /&gt;16) Qus.: To reduce Tension, for entertainment, where are you going? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Cinema or Resort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY ENTERTAINMENT TAX!&lt;br /&gt;17) Qus.: Have you purchased House? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY STAMP DUTY &amp;amp; REGISTRATION FEE !&lt;br /&gt;18) Qus.: How you Travel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Bus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY SURCHARGE!&lt;br /&gt;19) Qus.: Any Additional Tax? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY EDUCATIONAL, ADDITIONAL EDUCATIONAL &amp;amp; SURCHARGE ON ALL THE CENTRAL GOVT.'s TAX !!!&lt;br /&gt;20) Qus.: Delayed any time Paying Any Tax? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans. : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tax : PAY INTEREST &amp;amp; PENALTY!&lt;br /&gt;21) INDIAN :: can i die now?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ans :: wait we are about to launch the funeral tax!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8469057310813077030?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8469057310813077030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8469057310813077030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/tax-structure-in-india.html' title='Tax Structure in India'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-382422354419803942</id><published>2008-02-19T15:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:04:41.049+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Disappointed Salesman</title><content type='html'>A disappointed salesman of Coca Cola returns from his Middle East assignment.&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked, "Why weren't you successful with the Arabs?&lt;br /&gt;"The salesman explained, "When I got posted in the Middle East, I was very confident that I will makes a good sales pitch as Cola is virtually unknown there.&lt;br /&gt;But, I had a problem I didn't know to speak Arabic.&lt;br /&gt;So, I planned to convey the message through 3 posters...&lt;br /&gt;First poster, a man crawling through the hot desert sand... Totally exhausted and panting.&lt;br /&gt;Second poster, the man is drinking our Cola and&lt;br /&gt;Third, our man is now totally refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;Then these posters were pasted all over the place" "That should have worked," said the friend.&lt;br /&gt;The salesman replied, "Well, not only did I not speak Arabic, I also didn't realise that Arabs Read from Right to Left..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-382422354419803942?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/382422354419803942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/382422354419803942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/disappointed-salesman.html' title='A Disappointed Salesman'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1562226616018881555</id><published>2008-02-19T14:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:01:05.849+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Story....</title><content type='html'>The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals. Near the window, seated a old man with his 30 year old son. As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenery outside..&lt;br /&gt;" See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;This behavior from a thirty year old son made the other people feel strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other about this son."This guy seems to be a krack.." newly married Anup whispered to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers through the opened window. The Thirty year old son , filled with joy " see dad, how beautiful the rain is .." Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit. Anup ," cant you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is not feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum..and dont disturb public henceforth"&lt;br /&gt;              The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are on the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he was a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience caused..."&lt;br /&gt;       The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know the truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even us. So try to understand the problem better before taking a harsh action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1562226616018881555?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1562226616018881555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1562226616018881555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/interesting-story.html' title='Interesting Story....'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1943146896623657943</id><published>2008-02-18T13:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:19:44.708+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Marriage....!!!</title><content type='html'>BEFORE MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : It was so hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO! Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : Of course! Over and over!&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO! Why are you even asking?&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : Every chance I get!&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : Are you crazy! I'm not that kind of person!&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;READ FROM BOTTOM TO TOP !!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1943146896623657943?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1943146896623657943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1943146896623657943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/marriage.html' title='Marriage....!!!'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-6206216046686680550</id><published>2008-02-15T17:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:02:41.162+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One of the best interviews!!</title><content type='html'>Interviewer: Tell me about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: I am Rameshwar Kulkarni. I did my Tele Communication engineering from NVSIT.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: NVSIT sounds good. I think it might be a Good College...&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: No. No.. No... NVSIT means Nakka vekata Subbamma Institute of Technology.. in Peddapuram.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Nakka venkata Subbamma Institute of Technology ? I had never heard of this college before!&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Great! Even I had not heard of it before getting an admission into it .. What happened is - due to cricket world cup I scored badly! in EAMCET and I got 99,999 Rank . I was getting a paid seat in a good college. But myfather said (I prefer to call him ' Abba ') - "I can not invest so much of money".( My Abba actually said - "I will never waste so much of money on you"). So I had to join this college. Frankly speaking this name -Nakka venkata Subbamma , she is a social worker From Peddapuram.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: ok, ok. It seems you have taken 6 years to complete your engineering.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Actually I tried my best to finish it in 4 years. But you know, these cricket matches and football world cup, and tennis tournaments. It is difficult to concentrate. So I flunked in 2nd and 3rd year. So in all I took 4 + 2 = 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: But 4+2 is 6.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Oh, is it? You know I always had KT in maths. But I will try to keep this in mind. 4+2 is 6, good, thanks. These cricket matches really affect exams a lot. I think they should ban it.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Good to know that you want cricket matches to be banned.&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: No, no... I am talking about Exams!!&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Ok, What is your biggest achievement in life?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Obviously, completing my Engineering. My mom never thought I would complete it. In fact, when i flunked in 3rd year, she was looking for a job for me in TCS ( Tirumala Car Servicing Centre ) through some relative.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Do you have any plans of higher study?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: he he he.. Are you kidding? Completing 'lower' education itself was so much of pain!!Interviewer: Let's talk about technical stuff. On which platforms have you worked?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Well, I work at SEEPZ, so you can say Ameerpet is my current platform. Earlier I was at Panjagutta center. So panjagutta was my platform then. These days I'm covering KPHB,SR Nagar areas also as there are good looking girls staying. As you can see I have experience of different platforms! ( Panjagutta and Ameerpet are the places inHyderabad )&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: And which languages have you used?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Telugu , Hindi, English . By the way, I can keep quiet in German, French, Russian and many other languages.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Why VC is better than VB?Candidate: It is a common sense - C comes after B. So VC is a higher version than VB. I heard very soon they are coming up with a new language VD!&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Do you know anything about Assembly Language?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Well, I have not heard of it. But I guess, this is the language our ministers and MPs use in assembly. I think our chief minister is expert in this language.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: What is your general project experience?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: My general experience about projects is - most of th! e times they are in pipeline!&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Can you tell me about your current job?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Sure, Currently I am working for Bata InfoTech ltd. Since joining BIL, I am on Bench. Before joining BIL, I used to think that Bench was another software like Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Do you have any project management experience?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: No, but I gues! s it shouldn't be difficult. I know Word and Excel. I can talk a lot. I know how to dial for International phone call and use speaker facility. And very important - I know few words like - 'Showstoppers ' , 'hotfixes', 'SEI-CMM','quality' ,'versioncontrol ','deadlines' , 'Customer Satisfaction' etc. Also I can blame others for mymistakes!&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: What are your expectations from our company?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Not much.1. I should at least get 40,000 in hand.2. I would like to work on a live EJB project. But it should not have deadlines. I personally feel that pressure affects natural talent.3. I believe in flexi-timings.4. Dress code is against basic freedom, so I would like to wear t-shirt and jeans.5. We must have sat-sun off. I will suggest Wednesday off also, so as to avoid breakdown due to overwork.6. I would like to go abroad 3 times a year on short term preferably 1-2 months) assignments. Personally I prefer US, Australia and Europe. But considering the fact that there is a world cup in West Indies in 2007, I don't mind going there in that period. As you can see I am modest and don't have many expectations. So can I assume my selection?&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: he he he ha ha ha. Thanks for your interest in our organization. In fact I was never entertained so much before. Welcome to XXX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-6206216046686680550?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6206216046686680550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6206216046686680550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2008/02/one-of-best-interviews.html' title='One of the best interviews!!'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-6984609076814003788</id><published>2007-12-06T01:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:10:34.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Carelessness will Cost a Lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R1b-LvgiUAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/jmzPoNGc95o/s1600-h/care.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140575502374948866" style="WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 486px" height="400" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R1b-LvgiUAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/jmzPoNGc95o/s400/care.bmp" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; make it a habit to use BCC... never use CC , Otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-6984609076814003788?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6984609076814003788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6984609076814003788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/12/carelessness-will-cost-lot.html' title='Carelessness will Cost a Lot'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/12/thoughts-from-great-personalities.html' title='Thoughts from Great Personalities'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R1b6qPgiTyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/lKR64irfOCs/s72-c/t1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1066783961110934011</id><published>2007-11-30T03:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-30T03:19:19.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BPO Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08zP4M4FNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/LL_nCdFRTUo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138382047730472146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08zP4M4FNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/LL_nCdFRTUo/s400/1.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08zXoM4FOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ljvaBTaxqg0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138382180874458338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08zXoM4FOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ljvaBTaxqg0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun has set and the night has begun, its time to go to work. The beginning of another day for a BPO employee!&lt;br /&gt;The clock is always upside-down for BPO employees whose peak hours of work start in the night. So, are the crazy shift timings killing the employees? The answer to this is of course, an emphatic YES!&lt;br /&gt;Many people opine that the erratic working hours, odd meals at irregular timings, and the mad rush to achieve deadlines make the employees go berserk.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, family life also goes for a complete toss with this machinated life, leaving nothing at all for personal matters. The BPO animal wakes up at 3 pm, looks around, finds nobody. Looks outside, sees everyone working. Wonders - whether he is mad or everyone has gone bonkers. Or is he from a different planet?&lt;br /&gt;In the evenings, when he actually wants to be with his family - to have the evening tea, the dinner chat, to scramble around for the TV channel to watch the daily soaps or news, he is busy talking to Smiths, Sanders or Scotts finding out why their hard disks are acting erratic.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the family life, how can one forget the health hazards associated with working in night shift for prolonged hours? The change in biological clock leads to health problems like high blood pressure. Gastrointestinal problems are inevitable for those working at nights as the body is put under chronic stress. There has been a rise in the case of abnormal heart rhythms, which result in chronic gynecological problems for women and sleep disorders for both men and women.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the desktop for 9 hours with only three or four breaks of 10 minutes each takes a toll on one's eyes too. It is difficult to adjust the food habits and body clock setup over all these years.&lt;br /&gt;A question arises at this juncture, haven’t people from other industries been working in night shifts? Think about railways, airline crew, doctors, journalists and policemen. And how can we forget about how British youth fought for industrial revolution and how Americans fought the civil war?&lt;br /&gt;According to some BPO employees, the BPO industry working in night shift is an overrated hype. But this doesn’t discount from the fact that extended night shifts do take a serious toll on the health of BPO employees. What is the solution to this? More and more therapeutic sessions should be there.&lt;br /&gt;Activities like Yoga or aerobics will help a lot in de-stressing. Apart from that, healthy diet can alleviate stress.&lt;br /&gt;Also, there should be a team of counselors/psychologists available for twenty-four hours. They may act as mentors and also as purgatory agents if an executive needs an outlet for his/her feelings in cases of disturbed social life.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing the work ailment problems the BPO employees are facing, BPO companies have their own stress-busters in place. Some like Wipro Spectramind have full-sized gymnasiums at the workplace. But in a job where time is the most critical resource, smoking a cigarette seems a faster stress-buster than to most, than a full-length game of table tennis.&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that they would prefer to work in a day shift job even with a 20% cut in a salary. In the BPO employee satisfaction survey, around 27% employees admitted they would leave either because of work stress or the sheer physical strain that was too much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;And, there’s another worry. For many of these 18-25 year-olds, who are also studying and taking classes during the daytime, the stress is even higher. A typical day of 24 hours then means a minimum of 18 hours work, 10-12 hours in office and the rest in college or the library.&lt;br /&gt;By making the work atmosphere friendlier, attempts are being made to make the social life active in a lot of BPO industries in India. Companies hold social bonding events and parties to make the office a fun place to work. However, no serious attempts have been taken to ensure that employees’ health is being safeguarded. With more BPO industries spreading across various cities in India, we can hope that India will soon have systems and guidelines in place and that are more employee-centric.&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/8637778570878697426-1066783961110934011?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1066783961110934011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1066783961110934011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/11/sun-has-set-and-night-has-begun-its.html' title='BPO Animals'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08zP4M4FNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/LL_nCdFRTUo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7868043959831328440</id><published>2007-11-30T01:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-30T01:17:46.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Newton's Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08WR4M4FKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FU9hY3zlfZA/s1600-h/Ensteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138350196253004962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08WR4M4FKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FU9hY3zlfZA/s400/Ensteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08WdIM4FMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/n4HsDAguxsc/s1600-h/Pascal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138350389526533314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08WdIM4FMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/n4HsDAguxsc/s400/Pascal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08WW4M4FLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LO2Qn5b0yHI/s1600-h/newton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138350282152350898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08WW4M4FLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LO2Qn5b0yHI/s400/newton.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photos: Einstein,  Newton,  Pascal&lt;/strong&gt; (Left to Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once all the scientists die and go to heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They decide to play hide-n-seek&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Einstein is the one who has the den.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is supposed to count upto 100...and then start searching....&lt;br /&gt;Everyone starts hiding except Newton...... ...&lt;br /&gt;Newton just draws a square of 1 meter and stands in it right in front of Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;Einstein's counting 1,2,3......97, 98,99.... .100..... ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He opens his eyes and finds Newton standing in front....... .&lt;br /&gt;Einstein says " newton's out..newton's out....."&lt;br /&gt;Newton denies and says "I am not out........I am not Newton......"&lt;br /&gt;All the scientists come out to see how he proves that he is not Newton.&lt;br /&gt;Newton says "I am standing in a square of area 1m squared..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes me Newton per meter squared..... . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since one Newton per meter squared is one Pascal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Pascal, Therefore Pascal is OUT.......!&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/8637778570878697426-7868043959831328440?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7868043959831328440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7868043959831328440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/11/newtons-genius.html' title='Newton&apos;s Genius'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08WR4M4FKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FU9hY3zlfZA/s72-c/Ensteen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-2443712900618695038</id><published>2007-11-30T00:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:59:53.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best in this World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08S84M4FJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/LU5YnH2sFR0/s1600-h/best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138346536940868754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R08S84M4FJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/LU5YnH2sFR0/s400/best.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep... you are richer than 75% of this World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace... you are among the top 8% of the World's wealthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you woke up this morning with more health than illness... you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation... you are ahead of 500 million people in the World. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can pray in mosque without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death... you are more blessed than three million people in the World..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-2443712900618695038?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-1383666223554390170</id><published>2007-11-28T01:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:57:30.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Telangana'm - Settair on Sonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R0x9cIM4FHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/EDH0eUsslC4/s1600-h/telangana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137619197114193010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R0x9cIM4FHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/EDH0eUsslC4/s400/telangana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-1383666223554390170?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/1383666223554390170'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Gorati Venkanna - Good Lyric Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R0x8lYM4FGI/AAAAAAAAAck/cuxOx67zzi4/s1600-h/body-Gorati-velnkanna3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137618256516355170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R0x8lYM4FGI/AAAAAAAAAck/cuxOx67zzi4/s400/body-Gorati-velnkanna3.gif" 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/8637778570878697426-8568820145241640408?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8568820145241640408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8568820145241640408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/11/gorati-venkanna-good-lyric-writer.html' title='Gorati Venkanna - Good Lyric Writer'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R0x8lYM4FGI/AAAAAAAAAck/cuxOx67zzi4/s72-c/body-Gorati-velnkanna3.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-2122619215684829103</id><published>2007-11-24T04:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-24T04:22:46.407+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't think about Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R0dYM4M4FBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lO9rQZLc-H0/s1600-h/Tomorrow_Will_Never_Come.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136170878307406866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R0dYM4M4FBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lO9rQZLc-H0/s400/Tomorrow_Will_Never_Come.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you keep saying you are Busy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then you are never free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you keep saying you have no time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then you will never have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When you keep saying that you will do it tomorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then your tomorrow will never come.&lt;/span&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/8637778570878697426-2122619215684829103?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2122619215684829103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2122619215684829103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/11/dont-think-about-tomorrow.html' title='Don&apos;t think about Tomorrow'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/R0dYM4M4FBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lO9rQZLc-H0/s72-c/Tomorrow_Will_Never_Come.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7126995509048310309</id><published>2007-11-08T03:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T03:45:10.054+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wishing You a Very Happy and Prosperous Deepawali  in Advance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RzI3eoPyD4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/tsI26uRW64k/s1600-h/Ranjit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130223924867633026" style="WIDTH: 676px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 489px" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RzI3eoPyD4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/tsI26uRW64k/s400/Ranjit.bmp" width="467" 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/8637778570878697426-7126995509048310309?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7126995509048310309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7126995509048310309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/11/wishing-you-very-happy-and-prosperous.html' title='Wishing You a Very Happy and Prosperous Deepawali  in Advance.'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RzI3eoPyD4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/tsI26uRW64k/s72-c/Ranjit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-8630678899274925646</id><published>2007-11-08T03:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T03:25:10.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Impossible to Possible - Real Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RzIzwIPyD3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/ERBfwDaSV-Q/s1600-h/impossible_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130219827468832626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RzIzwIPyD3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/ERBfwDaSV-Q/s400/impossible_book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its customer-care executive.&lt;br /&gt;This complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors:"This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of ice cream for dessert after dinner each night.But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it. It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem.&lt;br /&gt;You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds: "What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?" "The Pontiac President was understandably sceptical about the letter, but sent an engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised to be greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighbourhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinner time, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream hat night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start. The engineer returned for three more nights.&lt;br /&gt;The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start. Now the engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem. And toward this end he began to take notes: he jotted down all sorts of data: time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc. In a short time, he had a clue: the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavour. Why? The answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the most popular flavour, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavours were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavour. Now, the question for the engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time.Once time became problem - not the vanilla ice cream, the engineer quickly came up with the answer: "Vapour lock". It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavours allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to dissipate. Remember: Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool thinking.Don't just say its "IMPOSSIBLE" without putting a sincere effort... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Observe the word "IMPOSSIBLE" carefully... You can see "I'M POSSIBLE"&lt;/span&gt;.What really matters is your attitude and your perception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-8630678899274925646?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8630678899274925646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/8630678899274925646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/11/impossible-to-possible-real-story.html' title='Impossible to Possible - Real Story'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RzIzwIPyD3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/ERBfwDaSV-Q/s72-c/impossible_book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-244764278965673805</id><published>2007-11-07T00:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:50:40.088+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Team Work - Real Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RzC-NVs-8II/AAAAAAAAAO0/hxWcp4Lo-rs/s1600-h/TeamworkTeaser.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129809111948390530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RzC-NVs-8II/AAAAAAAAAO0/hxWcp4Lo-rs/s400/TeamworkTeaser.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a sports stadium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight Children were standing on the track to participate in the running event.&lt;br /&gt;* Ready! * Steady! * Bang !!!&lt;br /&gt;With the sound of Toy pistol , all eight girls started running.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly have they covered ten to fifteen steps , one of the smaller girl s slipped and fell down ,&lt;br /&gt;due to bruises and pain she started crying .&lt;br /&gt;When other seven girls heard this sound , stopped running, stood for a while and turned back, they all ran back to the place where the girl fell down.&lt;br /&gt;One among them bent, picked and kissed the girl gently and enquired&lt;br /&gt;' Now pain must have reduced'. All seven girls lifted the fallen girl , pacified her, two of them held the girl firmly and they all seven joined hands together and walked together and reached the winning post. Officials were shocked . Clapping of thousands of spectators filled the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many eyes were filled with tears and perhaps it had reached the GOD even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. This happened in Hyderabad [INDIA], recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sport was conducted by National Institute of Mental Health .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these special girls had come to participate in this event and they are spastic children .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they were mentally retarded Challenged .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What did they teach this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Teamwork?&lt;br /&gt;Humanity?&lt;br /&gt;Equality among all???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Successful people help others who are slow in learning so that they are not felt far behind.&lt;/span&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/8637778570878697426-244764278965673805?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/244764278965673805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/244764278965673805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/11/team-work-real-story.html' title='Team Work - Real Story'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RzC-NVs-8II/AAAAAAAAAO0/hxWcp4Lo-rs/s72-c/TeamworkTeaser.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-2930991748501947918</id><published>2007-11-03T00:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:12:13.039+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Your Parents - Small Story</title><content type='html'>An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on theirwindow. The Father asked his Son,&lt;br /&gt;"What is this?"The Son replied "It is a crow". After a few minutes, &lt;br /&gt;the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?" The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow". After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,What is this?"At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow". A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?"This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so manytimes 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. Onopening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son readit, the following words were written in the diary :-"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what itwas, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I huggedhim lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and againfor 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Fatherhad felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 timesand when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;                        So..If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humbleand kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say thisaloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for meever since I was a little child. They have always showered theirselfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer to God, &lt;strong&gt;"I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. Iwill say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-2930991748501947918?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2930991748501947918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/2930991748501947918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/11/love-your-parents-small-story.html' title='Love Your Parents - Small Story'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-3998959008082058195</id><published>2007-11-02T00:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:54:46.924+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Telugu Song - Don't Remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RyontFs-70I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6jXZMPvrTWg/s1600-h/telu_1_02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127954781293178690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RyontFs-70I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6jXZMPvrTWg/s400/telu_1_02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RyoniVs-7zI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ff85nXNUWOE/s1600-h/telu_1_03.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127954596609584946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RyoniVs-7zI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ff85nXNUWOE/s400/telu_1_03.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RyonZVs-7yI/AAAAAAAAAME/XvFM-S_u_ME/s1600-h/telu_1_04.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127954441990762274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RyonZVs-7yI/AAAAAAAAAME/XvFM-S_u_ME/s400/telu_1_04.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RyonR1s-7xI/AAAAAAAAAL8/l1-P4-je4h4/s1600-h/telu_1_05.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127954313141743378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RyonR1s-7xI/AAAAAAAAAL8/l1-P4-je4h4/s400/telu_1_05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/8637778570878697426-3998959008082058195?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3998959008082058195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/3998959008082058195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/11/telugu-song-dont-remix.html' title='Telugu Song - Don&apos;t Remix'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/RyontFs-70I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6jXZMPvrTWg/s72-c/telu_1_02.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-6363582725768665232</id><published>2007-11-01T00:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:20:08.711+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Love Story</title><content type='html'>A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard.&lt;br /&gt;She did not recognize them.&lt;br /&gt;She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Please come in and have something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No", she replied. "He's out."&lt;br /&gt;"Then we cannot come in", they replied.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and invited the men in"&lt;br /&gt;"We do not go into a House together," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth,"&lt;br /&gt;he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one,&lt;br /&gt;"He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added,&lt;br /&gt;"Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."&lt;br /&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"&lt;br /&gt;His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"&lt;br /&gt;Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house.&lt;br /&gt;She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"&lt;br /&gt;"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and asked the 3 old men,&lt;br /&gt;"Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."&lt;br /&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house.&lt;br /&gt;The other 2 also got up and followed him.&lt;br /&gt;Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?" The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My Wish For You....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-6363582725768665232?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6363582725768665232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/6363582725768665232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/11/wonderful-love-story.html' title='A Wonderful Love Story'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-7046232681111062290</id><published>2007-10-31T23:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:56:59.548+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why God Allows Pain - Small Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Join our Goup Fun and Fun Only (www.mailz.net.tc)" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;They talked about so many things and various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God,&lt;br /&gt;the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.&lt;br /&gt;" The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.&lt;br /&gt;The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard.&lt;br /&gt;He looked dirty and unkempt.&lt;br /&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? Barbers do not exist."&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.&lt;br /&gt;"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"&lt;br /&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me."&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist!&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help.&lt;br /&gt;That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;BE BLESSED &amp;amp; BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-7046232681111062290?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7046232681111062290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/7046232681111062290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/10/why-god-allows-pain-small-story.html' title='Why God Allows Pain - Small Story'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallapuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14844370173458907927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCFEAiWm0xM/TIciiyByz0I/AAAAAAAABf8/UUKChiOeNXk/S220/deskback.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8637778570878697426.post-5340120546984483926</id><published>2007-10-31T02:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:25:11.519+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Did you really think you were Clever ??</title><content type='html'>You Think You Are Clever?&lt;br /&gt;Below are 4 questions. Answer them instantly.&lt;br /&gt;You can't take your time.&lt;br /&gt;Answer them immediately No pencil or paper!&lt;br /&gt;OK? Let's find out just how smart and clever you really are.&lt;br /&gt;Ready? ...GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.FIRST QUESTION: You are participating in a race.You overtake the second person.What position are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: If you answer that you are first, then you areAbsolutely wrong! If you overtake the second personAnd you take his place, you are second !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to Screw up in the next question. To answer the second question, don't take as much time as you took for the first question. You know you took too much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.SECOND QUESTION: If you overtake the last person, then you are...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: If you answered that you are second to last,then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can youovertake the LAST person?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.THIRD QUESTION: Very tricky math! Note: This must bedone in your head only. Do NOT use paper and pencil ora calculator. Try it.  Take 1000 and add 40 to it.Now add another 1000.Now add 30.Add another 1000.Now add 20.Now add another 1000.Now add 10.What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: Did you get 5000? The correct answer is actually 4100. Don't believe it? Check with your calculator! Today isdefinitely not your day. Maybe you will get the lastquestion right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.LAST QUESTION: Mary's father has five daughters: Nana, Nene, Nini, Nono.What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: Nunu? Nana? Nene? NONO! Of course not. Thefifth daughter's name is Mary.&lt;br /&gt;Read the question again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8637778570878697426-5340120546984483926?l=www.vallapuri.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5340120546984483926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8637778570878697426/posts/default/5340120546984483926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.vallapuri.co.cc/2007/10/did-you-really-think-you-were-clever.html' title='Did you really think you were Clever ??'/><author><name>Haribabu Vallap
