<?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-4508180500689315997</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:12:06.398-04:00</updated><category term='Fun'/><category term='Leave Applications'/><category term='Happyness'/><category term='Resolutions'/><title type='text'>Pursuit of Happiness</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, sometimes amazing and fascinating as golden rays of sunrise,facts as a burning sun in the mid afternoon, pleasant as sunset, depressing as the day filled with darkness, all competing one another to print their mark on one's life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-9097257605546656258</id><published>2010-04-23T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:01:35.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FASknQm2TRM/S9IKmI9WuII/AAAAAAAAA-o/GvE1CWRorBA/s1600/Team+Work.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FASknQm2TRM/S9IKmI9WuII/AAAAAAAAA-o/GvE1CWRorBA/s400/Team+Work.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463440948309964930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-9097257605546656258?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/9097257605546656258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=9097257605546656258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/9097257605546656258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/9097257605546656258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2010/04/team-work.html' title='Team Work'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FASknQm2TRM/S9IKmI9WuII/AAAAAAAAA-o/GvE1CWRorBA/s72-c/Team+Work.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-4503817709335103061</id><published>2010-04-23T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:59:16.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Twisters</title><content type='html'>Black background, brown background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie twine to three tree twigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six slimy snails sailed silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kantai can tie a tie. If Kantai can tie a tie,&lt;br /&gt;why can't I tie a tie like Kantai can tie a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.&lt;br /&gt;A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.&lt;br /&gt;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,&lt;br /&gt;Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you can a can as a canner can can a can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Arkansas I saw a saw that could outsaw any other saw I ever saw, saw. If you've got a saw that can outsaw the saw I saw saw then I'd like to see your saw saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke's duck likes lakes. Luke Luck licks lakes. Luke's duck licks lakes. Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes. Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes.(from Dr. Seuss' Fox in Socks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much wood could Chuck Woods' woodchuck chuck, if Chuck Woods' woodchuck could and would chuck wood? If Chuck Woods' woodchuck could and would chuck wood, how much wood could and would Chuck Woods' woodchuck chuck? Chuck Woods' woodchuck would chuck, he would, as much as he could, and chuck as much wood as any woodchuck would, if a woodchuck could and would chuck wood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-4503817709335103061?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/4503817709335103061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=4503817709335103061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/4503817709335103061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/4503817709335103061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2010/04/tongue-twisters.html' title='Tongue Twisters'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-1123116714377829115</id><published>2010-03-10T16:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:38:55.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Office Skill</title><content type='html'>As I had promised I came up with the new post ... a friend of mine sent me this to post it in my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all of you frustrated musicians...who want to turn all of us into frustrated listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You can play music on your phone by pressing the buttons on the top (1,2,3)...and along the side (6,9,#). But don't play the 4,5,7,8,*, or 0. They sound even worse than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To play Happy Birthday Song&lt;br /&gt;112163&lt;br /&gt;112196&lt;br /&gt;11#9632&lt;br /&gt;969363&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-1123116714377829115?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/1123116714377829115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=1123116714377829115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/1123116714377829115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/1123116714377829115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2010/03/useless-office-skill.html' title='Useless Office Skill'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-7198308296249243951</id><published>2010-03-01T14:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:04:44.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>None</title><content type='html'>It's been ages I had updated my blog ... will update something soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-7198308296249243951?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/7198308296249243951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=7198308296249243951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/7198308296249243951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/7198308296249243951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2010/03/none.html' title='None'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-5547061795300266590</id><published>2009-03-10T15:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:58:28.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleagues</title><content type='html'>I would like to dedicate this post to my friends in LM. These are my feelings I couldn't express(who couldn't hear me) during our gathering and I am glad I did not make our last lunch emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank each and everyone of you. These 9 months of working with you are the best of everything,its been pleasure working with THE best of people be it talent or work ethics or team work and for the chances to be part of many interesting experiences. I truly enjoyed working with you and you all have been really inspiring. I have had my good and bad moments and thank you for all the support, guidance and encouragement you have provided me during my time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Sbe1SUBrSlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/rGlUCRB5vzY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Sbe1SUBrSlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/rGlUCRB5vzY/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311913611724802642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have picked many good things from you and you have been more as friends rather than colleagues to me. I cherish all the moments we spent at work, potlucks, team lunch, dinners and gatherings. I still remember my initial days in the project and thank you for accepting me as a part of the team. Every one of you have been very sweet to me. I will miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best in your future endeavors and I hope my new job will give me rewarding experiences and supportive friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt the pain of leaving my colleagues and realized how important it is to have good colleagues. It took me few seconds to say hello, but I am still struggling to say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Do not get emotional, I cannot provide kleenex :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-5547061795300266590?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5547061795300266590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=5547061795300266590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5547061795300266590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5547061795300266590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2009/03/colleagues.html' title='Colleagues'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Sbe1SUBrSlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/rGlUCRB5vzY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-587763323068522619</id><published>2008-08-08T14:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:56:16.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Shortcuts</title><content type='html'>It’s been a while I updated my blog. I have found few shortcut keys in windows. Most of you know about those, but thought would be good if they are all in one place.&lt;br /&gt;Windows + E – Explorer&lt;br /&gt;Windows + R – Run&lt;br /&gt;Windows + M – Show Desktop&lt;br /&gt;Windows + Shift + M – Maximize all&lt;br /&gt;Windows + L – Lock Desktop&lt;br /&gt;Windows + F – Search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Internet explorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ALT + D – Address Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Notepad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALT + O + W – Word Wrap&lt;br /&gt;F5 – Date &amp;amp; Time&lt;br /&gt;Will update this with Google/Gmail shortcuts soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/support/bin/answer.py?hl=en&amp;amp;answer=6594"&gt;http://mail.google.com/support/bin/answer.py?hl=en&amp;amp;answer=6594&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link for gmail shortcuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-587763323068522619?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/587763323068522619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=587763323068522619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/587763323068522619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/587763323068522619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2008/08/windows-shortcuts.html' title='Windows Shortcuts'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-5833696475424766930</id><published>2007-10-03T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:17:27.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Fun</title><content type='html'>Well trying to hard to start the post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz here's one joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was supposed to go to meeting at 10'0 clock, so I got ready with the information and notes by 9:45AM. I still had time, so was talking with other colleagues. One of my colleague had to make a phone call, I guess to the Customer Service of some XYZ bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You probably know how Customer Service people verify whether you have authorization of the account blah blah... blah. Its pretty common that Americans some times do not understand our typical desi accent. I will not specify the actual name of the person, but lets say his name is Mithun/Seema. We usually explain our name to Customer Service people as M for Miami, I for Indiana or something that is common to everyone. Guess what this person explained ... hahahaaaa ... M for Mithun/S for Seema :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed veryyyyyy funny, the way he explained his name. This is situational comedy, it could be fun or may not be. To me, Yes it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-5833696475424766930?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5833696475424766930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=5833696475424766930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5833696475424766930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5833696475424766930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-fun.html' title='For Fun'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-3129288458950328948</id><published>2007-10-01T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:35:33.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise this weekend</title><content type='html'>I got a big surprise this weekend, I could never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RwGtXKV2L3I/AAAAAAAAARU/vGeQxzEuMr8/s200/IMG_3827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116561265094176626" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel, when you get a call in the midst of a farewell party and you are asked to check your apartment, because somebody was waiting for you whom you would never expect, and that person is the most dearest one to you personally. It was a very nice experience to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RwGtXaV2L4I/AAAAAAAAARc/C_WMbXxeqIQ/s200/IMG_3828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116561269389143938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 11:30 in the night, I got a call from my cousin to return to the apartment to meet a person who has been waiting for me. I was kind of reluctant to leave the party because it was a farewell party for my friend who got a job in other state, and it was night to go alone. Somehow, I managed to come to my apartment, I didn't find anyone :-(. I thought it was my cousin's prank. I went to my room, and was shocked/surprised (mixed feelings) to see another person in my room. That person was the dearest and the most lovable person so far, in my life. I was speechless for few moments, but then I was jumping out of joy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-3129288458950328948?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/3129288458950328948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=3129288458950328948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/3129288458950328948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/3129288458950328948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/10/surprise-this-weekend.html' title='Surprise this weekend'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RwGtXKV2L3I/AAAAAAAAARU/vGeQxzEuMr8/s72-c/IMG_3827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-4782883501271550027</id><published>2007-10-01T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:04:33.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learnt today</title><content type='html'>Thank You       - Grazie in Italian&lt;br /&gt;                - Danke in German&lt;br /&gt;                - Gracias in Spanish&lt;br /&gt;                - Merci in French&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome - Prego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you again  - Ciao' in Rome&lt;br /&gt;               - au revoir in French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehee ... nice to learn new things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now-a-days I am exploring flickr, its nice to see the pictures of others, appreciate their pictures and getting appreciations from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-4782883501271550027?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/4782883501271550027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=4782883501271550027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/4782883501271550027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/4782883501271550027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-i-learnt-today.html' title='Things I learnt today'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-5083900146462582625</id><published>2007-09-18T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:14:26.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>QWERTY</title><content type='html'>Does this sound familiar to you. Yes, it does. This is the most common term when it comes to passwords :-). ohh wait, this word is more familiar to me than the password. Any guesses?? Ok, I will directly come to the point. Those are the first six keys on the keyboard below numbers and our keyboards are called QWERTY keyboards. For more information on QWERTY keyboards, you can go through the below link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://home.earthlink.net/~dcrehr/whyqwert.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rv1rcaV2L0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/dsBLfK8VD7Q/s200/600px-Smiley1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115362887614213954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was reading newspaper in the metro. There is an article that is published in the newspaper about Emoticon that said " :-)&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-five years ago, three keystrokes - a colon followed by a hyphen and a parenthesis - were first used as a horizontal "smiley face" in a computer message by Carnegie Mellon University professor Scott E. Fahlman, the university said". I was thinking about the professor, how creative he would have been, and then I got a doubt, is there a specific order for the keys on the keyboard or they are just arranged randomly. The order of keys on the keyboard were arranged to increase the typing speed to 100 words per minute on the type writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One of my colleague gave me some information about the keyboards that the key Return on the type writers keyboard is in turn replaced by Enter on electronic keyboards produced by IBM and later on special keys like function keys and number pads were included on the keyboards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Isn't it exciting to know such stuff. To me yes it is, because I didn't know this earlier. Its good to know things we do not know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will come up with such interesting things soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-5083900146462582625?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5083900146462582625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=5083900146462582625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5083900146462582625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5083900146462582625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/09/qwerty.html' title='QWERTY'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rv1rcaV2L0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/dsBLfK8VD7Q/s72-c/600px-Smiley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-5923475505800281518</id><published>2007-09-17T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:17:12.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My vacation trip</title><content type='html'>Its been a while, I visited my blog. hmm looks like its time to fill my blog :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to Chicago and Pittsburgh was awesome, but my flight journey to Chicago was terrible. A long story ... bad weather in Chicago ... airports were shutdown ... flights got canceled ... luggage was missing blah blah blah ... This is the second time I am visiting Chicago, but  I never went to  heart of Chicago (downtown) earlier. The view of Michigan Lake and downtown from the entrance of the aquarium was amazingly beautiful. I just loved it. We went to the top of Sears tower and for me it was thrilling, to stand on 10x'th floor and viewing Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Ru7Dn9_nfYI/AAAAAAAAANc/LAm7w5116Jg/s400/1336438723_377e35ac69_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111237718535798146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pittsburgh trip was also good. We all know there is a famous temple in Pittsburgh.Apart from that, there are botanical gardens and parks which are worth visiting. I visited 'Phipps', I took some pictures, they are awesome. The glass work in the garden is phenomenal. I also enjoyed the cruise organized by Gateway Clipper Fleet. The duration on the cruise was 2 hrs. with dinner served, it was so romantic. The cruise took us to the intersection of three rivers Allegheny, Mahogany and Ohio at sunset. It was beautiful sight. Will post pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Ru7D-d_nfZI/AAAAAAAAANk/pruH5yt0380/s320/1355991263_0f4b0019dc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111238105082854802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Ru7EOd_nfaI/AAAAAAAAANs/RgpXU4QHWqc/s320/1355992759_76126b8419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111238379960761762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to have break occasionally from the usual routine work. I used to believe that we do not know the value of good time if we did not have bad time in our life time. This is something my mom used to teach me from my childhood, and that is true in my case. Its good to have certain small pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-5923475505800281518?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5923475505800281518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=5923475505800281518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5923475505800281518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5923475505800281518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-vacation-trip.html' title='My vacation trip'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Ru7Dn9_nfYI/AAAAAAAAANc/LAm7w5116Jg/s72-c/1336438723_377e35ac69_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-5541576087492165963</id><published>2007-06-07T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T10:24:55.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Consulting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; One of my colleague, also a good friend of mine is leaving the project soon, and best friend of mine lost the project because of insufficient funds. This made me write this article. Both of their situations reminded me of one of my friends saying " We are traveling on a rocky road, we do not know which rock is on our way that stops us". Don't you see there is a similarity between this rocky road and our contracting life. If you are asked to terminate the project you have to, even though you have been working for them for couple of years. This may not be true everywhere, but this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RmgVFDSHG9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/MTiSPrKTno4/s200/Slide7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073328156757662674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was thinking about this from past one week. I see both good and bad in this. Good thing is that you will get to know many environments, you will see different kinds of people(managers) with different attitude if you change the projects and you can visit different places. Bad thing is that if you want to settle in one place I feel this is going to be a problem in consulting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My philosophy about work - Many will be traveling on the road. If you slow your vehicle, nobody will stop/wait for you. In fact they cross you and move forward. Similar is our life/work. If we slow down, other people will grab our opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-5541576087492165963?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5541576087492165963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=5541576087492165963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5541576087492165963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5541576087492165963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/06/consulting.html' title='Consulting'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RmgVFDSHG9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/MTiSPrKTno4/s72-c/Slide7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-2326673387822491520</id><published>2007-04-06T16:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:49:19.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacker Puzzle</title><content type='html'>I got this link from a community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.freestuffhotdeals.com/hacker/1.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I solved it, so just wanted to post the solutions. I did not solve on my own, took the help of Google :-) .. I am not a geek to know Latin, German, and Spanish numbers. But the hints to the puzzle are pretty simple. You have to think, needs simple logical (not complex) thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with page one. This is what the description of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve this puzzle you will have to find secret files on our server. HINT - This is page number one. That should be pretty obvious, because it has the numeral "1" above. But there's a problem... there is no link to page 2! How on earth will you find page 2 without a handy link taking you to it? You have to think like a hacker! To get to page 2, you'll have to play around with the web address (URL) of this page. Change it a little, then go there. If you're right, you'll get the next page. If you're wrong, you'll get an ugly error message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Displays &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. So the hint for the next level is numeral (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 2 - Displays &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;. Hint is it is written in alphabets. so the url to the next page would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 3 - Displays &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;iii&lt;/span&gt;. Hint here is roman numbers. so the url to the next page would be roman 4 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;iv&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"What I have figured out - The hint is what it displays on the page. The next page would be the next number in that form."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 4 - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ruof&lt;/span&gt; - Four written from the back. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;evif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 5 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ffiivvee&lt;/span&gt; - In the word five, each alphabet is written twice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ssiixx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 6 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;666666&lt;/span&gt; - Number 6 is displayed six times. (If number 6 is displayed 6 times then seventh page is number 7 displayed 7 times)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;7777777&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 7 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;uranus&lt;/span&gt; - is the seventh planet among nine planets. Eighth planet is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Neptune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 8 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;acht&lt;/span&gt; - Eight is called acht in Dutch. Nine is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Neun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 9 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;sept&lt;/span&gt; - September is the ninth month of the year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"What I have figured out - Every hint is related to numbers in increasing order."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 10 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Playing card with number 10&lt;/span&gt;. The series of cards is 1 to 10, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;, Queen, King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 11 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;eLeVeN&lt;/span&gt; - The trick is alternate letters are in capital. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;tWeLvE&lt;/span&gt; (Earlier I thought web pages are not case sensitive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 12 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;144&lt;/span&gt; - Square of 12. square of 13 is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;169&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 13 - This page is kind of tricky. At one stage I thought the game is over. But then somehow I got a doubt because all the pages were white and this one was black. I just dragged my mouse and then I saw the hint :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;number13&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously the next page is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;number14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 14 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;catorce&lt;/span&gt; - is the number is Spanish. 15 is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;quince&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 15 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;buchanan&lt;/span&gt; - is the 15th president of united states. 16th president of united states is Abraham &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 16 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;sedecim&lt;/span&gt; - is called 16 in Latin. 17 is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;septendecim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 17 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;10001&lt;/span&gt; - 17 is represented in binary as 10001. 18 is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10010&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 18 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;argon&lt;/span&gt; - is the 18th element in the periodic table. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;potassium&lt;/span&gt; is the nineteenth element in the periodic table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 19 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ojofuffo&lt;/span&gt; - 19 is ojofuffo minus one alphabet to each letter, and twenty minus one you get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;uxfouz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 20 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;icosagon&lt;/span&gt; - is 20 sided pentagon. 21 sided pentagon is called&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; icosihenagon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 21 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,....,10946&lt;/span&gt; - Fibonacci Numbers. The 22nd Fibonacci number is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;17711&lt;/span&gt;. (I don't have that much energy to calculate 22 Fibonacci numbers. I wrote a simple java program to find out this :-)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 22 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Aoozy, Booyy, Cooxy,.....,Vooey&lt;/span&gt; - this is some series. I observed first letter is capital letter. 2nd, 3rd, 5th letters are the same. The first letter is increasing in alphabetical order (A,B,C,D,...) and fourth letter is decreasing in the alphabetical order (Z,Y,X,W...). So After V it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;'W','o','o'&lt;/span&gt; are the same, before E is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;'d'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;'y'&lt;/span&gt; is same. Combining all these letters forms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;'Woody'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RhaxkVQnOZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HrCTOzMSGWk/s1600-h/granny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RhaxkVQnOZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HrCTOzMSGWk/s200/granny.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050419269882821010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is the granny dancing. Yahoo! I solved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-2326673387822491520?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.freestuffhotdeals.com/hacker/1.html' title='Hacker Puzzle'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/2326673387822491520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=2326673387822491520&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/2326673387822491520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/2326673387822491520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/04/hacker-puzzle_06.html' title='Hacker Puzzle'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RhaxkVQnOZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HrCTOzMSGWk/s72-c/granny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-8496018227511343449</id><published>2007-03-29T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:42:39.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>Woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I am going to my home. This is making me so excited :-), well this shows how much I miss my home. It is so excited to meet my family and friends after couple of years. I can't believe myself that I am going home, and I'm going to have fun. I still remember the days I spent bunking college and went to movies, restaurants (those days won't come though) but I can have the same  fun at the roadside panipuri :-P hahaaa hmmmm drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RgwWkTqIqiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/19SN6-XvfS0/s1600-h/G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RgwWkTqIqiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/19SN6-XvfS0/s400/G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047434095383587362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    I am just wondering if I miss this place :-P damn sure there is nothing to miss here except for the friends. Sometimes we never know unless we miss something.  Ohh!! wait What am I gibbering. huh!!! Don't read this stuff and waste your valuable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-8496018227511343449?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8496018227511343449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=8496018227511343449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/8496018227511343449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/8496018227511343449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/03/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RgwWkTqIqiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/19SN6-XvfS0/s72-c/G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-2799835595285934465</id><published>2007-03-28T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:29:59.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake</title><content type='html'>Whenever I think of this lake, I feel it sooo amusing. My first visit to lake, I rate its kind of adventurous. As in the picture, it gives me a feeling of woods. Wooooow!! Its a different experience the very first time, but now I got habituated with that path to lake. Whenever I feel I am lost in my own world, or isolated or something kind of loneliness, I go to this lake and it makes me so refreshing :-). Ofcourse, not just loneliness, I go when I am happy, I just find reasons to go there :-). In my list of visiting places, this stands first, and then other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rgx0xjqIqjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZOdJY6FdV-s/s1600-h/Way+to+lake+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rgx0xjqIqjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZOdJY6FdV-s/s400/Way+to+lake+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047537677109865010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time I visited this lake, it was in the mid-of October. I thought I had never seen such beautiful thing in my life so far. But I missed my camera to capture the golden line on the sky, and the beautiful fall colors. I can feel the beauty of the lake with reflections of the fall colors in its clear blue water. It was amazing. Later I never got a chance to go to lake until the end of winter. In Winter, I can sense the silence of the lake, isolated, deserted, frozen, no ducks to give her company, waiting for someone to give/get company at the same time having its own time for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rgx1YjqIqkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CDxSEZv9CR4/s1600-h/Way+to+lake+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rgx1YjqIqkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CDxSEZv9CR4/s400/Way+to+lake+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047538347124763202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has passed so fast, its already Spring. I see children playing around, cycling, people fishing, jogging, enjoying the nature (fresh natural air), capturing the beauty of her in the camera and some people enjoying the silence of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rgx14DqIqlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jc28pi5b0Og/s1600-h/Spring+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rgx14DqIqlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jc28pi5b0Og/s400/Spring+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047538888290642514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it similar to our lives ?? When we are isolated, feeling of wanting a company, being cut off  and disconnected from our people, or when we have so many friends, that we are tired of partying and need time for ourself. Ahh!! I experienced both situations, isolated when I came far away from my house. I used to think "pal pal pal pal har pal kaise kategi pal har pal har pal" :-) and when I got so many friends, and had no time for myself, I wanted to run away from everyone hahaaa. So weird, if we have people around us, we try to run away from them and if we do not have company, we have a feeling of longing for a company.  This is what life is :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-2799835595285934465?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/2799835595285934465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=2799835595285934465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/2799835595285934465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/2799835595285934465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/03/lake.html' title='Lake'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rgx0xjqIqjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZOdJY6FdV-s/s72-c/Way+to+lake+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-7368857240434826717</id><published>2007-02-26T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:25:56.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Yesterday</title><content type='html'>It snowed again. I did not expect snow as the weather was hot. By the time I woke up on Sunday morning it was snowing. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soooo beautiful outside&lt;/span&gt;, I did not dare to go out but managed to capture few pictures :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/ReNDQ09v0-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qhXRweozJaE/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035942764704945122" border="0" /&gt;Plant: Always stick to me ... I appear more beautiful than withered out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/ReNDLU9v09I/AAAAAAAAAGo/IbE9L6IP0xM/s320/plant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035942670215664594" border="0" /&gt;I wish my heart is as pure and fair as snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/ReNDBE9v07I/AAAAAAAAAGY/GXJp-XLmHXY/s320/from+my+window1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035942494122005426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Blowing snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/ReNC6U9v06I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ycU0qsQng3o/s320/Back+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035942378157888418" border="0" /&gt;Looks like nobody stepped out to leave their foot prints :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow sometimes when this is related to life and people it makes us sick just as the colorless and boring life. I feel it is good only to some extent as far as it doesn't trouble me, but of course once it starts troubling we can plow snow by some or the other means.&lt;br /&gt;I know some people who try to intrude into our personal life. uhhhhh .... I wish there is a way to plow a person's nature of poking into one's personals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-7368857240434826717?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/7368857240434826717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=7368857240434826717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/7368857240434826717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/7368857240434826717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-yesterday.html' title='Snow Yesterday'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/ReNDQ09v0-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qhXRweozJaE/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-3733788565317090431</id><published>2007-02-21T17:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:34:51.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation between Child and God</title><content type='html'>Courtesy: Forwarded e-mail :-)&lt;br /&gt;I just loved it. I was cleaning my computer, I found these pictures. Wondered from where I got these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rd3eqHoqv7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/AncQcnvZJfw/s400/ShowLetter1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034424773655576498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rd3eh3oqv6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/bIBf4SLjB34/s400/ShowLetter2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034424631921655714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rd3d93oqv4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/uJLdQguqRlY/s400/ShowLetter3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034424013446365058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rd3eZHoqv5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nPTj0l7bf9M/s400/ShowLetter4-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034424481597800338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-3733788565317090431?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/3733788565317090431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=3733788565317090431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/3733788565317090431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/3733788565317090431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/02/mother_21.html' title='Conversation between Child and God'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rd3eqHoqv7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/AncQcnvZJfw/s72-c/ShowLetter1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-4480618702078289007</id><published>2007-02-21T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:35:29.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation between Child and God - Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rd3fpXoqv_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mnsW2htLv14/s400/ShowLetter5-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034425860282302450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rd3fkXoqv-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/6-a5cdYyTrk/s400/ShowLetter6-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034425774382956514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rd3fcHoqv9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bxc6_4K7_1k/s400/ShowLetter7-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034425632649035730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rd3fVnoqv8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-QG1HPpgOts/s400/ShowLetter8-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034425520979886018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;heers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-4480618702078289007?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/4480618702078289007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=4480618702078289007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/4480618702078289007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/4480618702078289007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/02/mother.html' title='Conversation between Child and God - Continued'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/Rd3fpXoqv_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mnsW2htLv14/s72-c/ShowLetter5-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-4226524766533150021</id><published>2007-02-14T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:50:46.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RdPNcXoqvkI/AAAAAAAAABE/Zk-vXGmRTeo/s1600-h/My+Necklace+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RdPNcXoqvkI/AAAAAAAAABE/Zk-vXGmRTeo/s200/My+Necklace+137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031591095967596098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is an adventurous day. Last night it snowed heavily and all the roads were not shoveled. I had to change the trains and catch buses :-(. Well, whatever I don't want to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in this inclement weather, I see people carrying flower bouquets for their dear ones. First I thought they were crazy :-) That went past my mind with work. In the mid-afternoon my friend called me and said she received a flower bouquet and a teddy from her valentine. She was so happy and excited. Then that scene in the morning popped up, and of course with my creativity tried to imagine people happily spending time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thought itself was rejuvenating and I was filled with happiness, at the same time I was gloomy, that I do not have any friend to receive bouquets, teddy bears or last but not the least chocolates. heehaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for my type of a person, I think I am better off without a valentine. hahahahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-4226524766533150021?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/4226524766533150021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=4226524766533150021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/4226524766533150021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/4226524766533150021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RdPNcXoqvkI/AAAAAAAAABE/Zk-vXGmRTeo/s72-c/My+Necklace+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-1870602086719347872</id><published>2007-02-04T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:45:02.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leave Applications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Leave Application</title><content type='html'>After a long time I got time to blah blah blah in my blog :-) I got a mail from one of my friends and that was very funny. I edited some of those and thought I will post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An employee want to apply for a leave, and these are the possible ways of applying leave(Just for fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "Please grant me leave, Since I have to go to my  village to sell my land along with my wife, please sanction me one-week leave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- From an employee who was performing the "mundane" ceremony of his 10 year old son:&lt;br /&gt;"as I want to shave my son's head, please  leave me for two days"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- From an employee who was performing his daughter's wedding:&lt;br /&gt;"as I am marrying my daughter, please grant a weeks leave.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "As my mother-in-law has expired and I am only one responsible for it, please grant me 10 days leave"     haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- From an employee who need half day leave:&lt;br /&gt;"Since I've to go to the cremation ground at  10  o-clock and I may not return, please grant me half day casual leave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- From an employee who is sick:&lt;br /&gt;"I am suffering from fever, please declare one-day holiday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of fun for now. Will post some of them in my next post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-1870602086719347872?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/1870602086719347872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=1870602086719347872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/1870602086719347872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/1870602086719347872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/02/leave-application.html' title='Leave Application'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-5095400145711526052</id><published>2007-02-02T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:22:35.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Liner</title><content type='html'>I was having some bad and good experiences from past two weeks and these one liners are the result of those experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;" edited - all help"&lt;/span&gt; to depend are you free"  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;“Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul. Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-5095400145711526052?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5095400145711526052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=5095400145711526052&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5095400145711526052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5095400145711526052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-liner.html' title='One Liner'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-5216682440917051165</id><published>2007-01-25T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:26:36.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RbkSWTt7BwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/k-6xye4aSIc/s1600-h/w040219a031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RbkSWTt7BwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/k-6xye4aSIc/s200/w040219a031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024067033767806722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk, and went to some store near to our work place. I happened to see a truck that was sprinkling salt on the roads. I was wondering what was wrong with that. When I was returning something happened, and I almost shouted out of joy(it started snowing). Wooooooow, I love when it is snowing. I wish I was out in the snow but I have to return to my work, I felt very bad that I couldn't play in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is snowing outside, and I am sitting in the office, making every chance to get up from my cube and look at the window to see the snow. One of my colleague asked what was wrong with me. What would I say :-) heheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was outside, I tried my best to get hold of the snowflake. I strained my eyes to find the kind of snowflakes in this picture but to no avail. One day I will definitely take a picture of that :-D hahahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-5216682440917051165?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5216682440917051165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=5216682440917051165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5216682440917051165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5216682440917051165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-again.html' title='Snow Again'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RbkSWTt7BwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/k-6xye4aSIc/s72-c/w040219a031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-5117071605708761784</id><published>2007-01-18T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:36:12.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>During the lunch time, we were having fun. One of our colleague comes in and offers cake to everyone. One comments the bread as a good show. (We were laughing on that) . In the mean while the person who offered cake says there is no egg, but there is rum in it. One guy comments that you girls are drunkards. You drink rum in the office. Another colleagues shows his finger and asks this guy, which finger is this. The answer he gave it to him was very funny. He said where is the hand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a situational commedy, but I was almost ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commedy continues ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a conversation between two people.&lt;br /&gt;One: Somehow you gave me an impression that you stay with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;Two: How did you get that impression.&lt;br /&gt;One: I thought so because you are not married and blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;Two: Well, Actually I am trying to find American parents who can adopt me. I have been asking Three to adopt me so that she don't have to raise me, who earns salary, who can cook well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;! -- Hits his head as if an idea did strike -- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: Good thing, she doesn't have to change the diapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaaaaaaaaaaaa ... isn't it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Two is also the person who asked where is the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-5117071605708761784?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/5117071605708761784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=5117071605708761784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5117071605708761784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/5117071605708761784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/01/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-4236797054145633238</id><published>2007-01-14T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:35:46.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother's happiness on child's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ow happy a mother would feel when a child is born, is it? I am very proud of my mother and I am happy that she is my THE best. &lt;/span&gt;I am nothing without her support in my life. Well, most of us are nothing without our parents. One of my friend gave birth to a child. I stepped into her shoes and was thinking about that and here is the outcome :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother she wishes and she sings to that wish, as to celebrate her child's birthday for 1000 years. She thinks her child is still too innocent in this world(however old he/she is), as beautiful as spotless moon and prays and blesses as many times as there are stars in the universe. She gives us the gifts we do not expect, tries her best to give us comfortable life, and she thinks her child is the biggest gift to her in her life. Well, in spite of doing all this as a mother, she is still not satisfied but just hopes that her child should live more merrier and happier and celebrate birthday for 1000 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own shoes I would say, However let my child live happily as long as (s)he lives(I don't really wish thousand years hihihiii). I know its impossible to be always happy in this world, once in a lifetime in some way or the other the problem comes, I wish my child will have all the courage, confidence and determination to overcome that and lead the life as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of something &lt;hr /&gt;"Lead the life the way it comes to you, but not the way you wish to be, because all the wishes cannot be satisfied" &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-4236797054145633238?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/4236797054145633238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=4236797054145633238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/4236797054145633238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/4236797054145633238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/01/mothers-happiness.html' title='Mother&apos;s Happiness'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-1144666490994248216</id><published>2007-01-12T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:35:16.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communion With Old Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RafCXzt7BvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Q_AYX1ErtCY/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RafCXzt7BvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Q_AYX1ErtCY/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019194024003307250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp How nice is this fervor of getting in touch with old friends. Isn't it? As a matter of fact I found most of my friends from orkut. When I was in the verge of quitting I found my school friends. I couldn't explain my happyness in words. But I was all the more happy seeing my old friends, knowing their where-abouts. I got in touch with some of my bachelors friends too. I am happy though and now I try not to loose contact of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-1144666490994248216?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/1144666490994248216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=1144666490994248216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/1144666490994248216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/1144666490994248216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/01/communion-with-old-friends.html' title='Communion With Old Friends'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FASknQm2TRM/RafCXzt7BvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Q_AYX1ErtCY/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-8089726340375574847</id><published>2007-01-03T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:41:03.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR [:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp I wonder how fast the  year has passed by. We stepped into another year.Hope this new year is filled with joy, peace, trust and everything we desire for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp New year always reminds me of new hopes and aspirations and last but not the least resolutions. We think about what new habits we are going to project on and what bad habits we are going to give up. We pass through so many hurdles, experiences and may be we have learned many lessons and at one point of time we decide that we will not do that mistake again and as the time passes away sometimes somethings we forget. Why not, try to go back and think about things we want to give up, the waves of time that faded away, the things that cannot improve our personality and try to give up this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp When I was a kid, everybody whom I knew, used to ask me what resolutions I have taken for this new year. I used to get irritated sometimes and tell them that I took a resolution that I will not take resolution again. I did that once, but later realized that I have done a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp I strongly believe that resolutions are not just taken for the new year, we can take them whenever we want to, but should be committed to our resolutions. Resolutions if carried out successfully not only act as short-term goals to success but also help in improving life, personality and overcoming those habits, which we ourselves do not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp What are we waiting for? If we do not have any resolution now, why not take one and try to commit to it so that the outcome of our resolution turns out to be advantageous and makes our life easier and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-8089726340375574847?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/8089726340375574847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=8089726340375574847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/8089726340375574847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/8089726340375574847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-6387519821747766122</id><published>2007-01-03T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T14:59:37.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happyness'/><title type='text'>Happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Do u believe in this one liner?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;hr /&gt;      " Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you         are doing, you will be successful "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                - Albert Schweitzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;     I strongly believe in this. According to my perspective this is how it works. If you are happy then you are  not absent minded and your body and mind will be focusing on the same thing. You have concentration on what you do. You will love the work you are doing and if you love what you are doing you will have strong determination towards it. If a person has strong determination, he can go any far to reach his dreams and aspirations. You will not deviate or get distracted from your path and if you go on your path, it will lead to success.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The ultimate goal of a person is to lead a happy and  peaceful life. To have a happy life or to pursue happiness, every individual has their own set of perspective. I feel happy from different things, that may be spending my time helping others or if I achieve something I always dream of. But I always keep in mind that " I should be happy with what I have, even though my dreams and aspirations are high ".  That doesn't mean that I stopped trying to reach my goal. Every success in life starts with the step and at one phase of life you have to step forward. For me my first step is to be happy and love the work I am doing.  I believe happiness is not just earning money, but comes from the joy of achievement. We all live with the object of being happy, though our lives are all different yet the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this practical world, I know its pretty hard to be always happy, but may be can give it a try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is not to hurt anyone's feelings or to argue with anyone. These are just my feelings. You can feel free to drop few comments on my perspective and correct me if I am in misconception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-6387519821747766122?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6387519821747766122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=6387519821747766122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/6387519821747766122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/6387519821747766122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2006/12/happyness.html' title='Happyness'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-6718511878810478859</id><published>2006-12-28T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:36:39.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Liners</title><content type='html'>As I was thinking about happiness, I got some one liners in my mind. I thought I will publish them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Happiness Can be Pursued if You Can Live With What You Have,But Not What You Want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my friend came to me and was suggesting something personal which I did  not like and wasn't happy about his way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Listen to others, but do not follow what people say. Do whatever you want to do, You know yourself better than anyone and also you will not blame others for your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-6718511878810478859?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6718511878810478859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=6718511878810478859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/6718511878810478859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/6718511878810478859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-liners.html' title='One Liners'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508180500689315997.post-6892957184296459053</id><published>2006-12-27T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T16:52:00.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Hi :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is my first post in my blog. I absolutely have no clue, what a blog is, what contents it includes and such stuff. But, I wanted to have a space for my own feelings and I was introduced to blog. Hurray!!! Now I have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was thinking from past one week, how to start my blog(topic). I went to a movie Pursuit of Happiness and that made me really think of what happiness is in a real practical world. I thought I would express my thoughts on this and this is what I will do in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Novice Blogger(G)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Cheers,
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4508180500689315997-6892957184296459053?l=memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/feeds/6892957184296459053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4508180500689315997&amp;postID=6892957184296459053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/6892957184296459053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4508180500689315997/posts/default/6892957184296459053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofhappyness.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907647861396065516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
