<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100</id><updated>2009-11-11T13:10:06.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read em</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-9007464866704302296</id><published>2009-11-07T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:47:01.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to God</title><content type='html'>Testing my endurance to the peak.&lt;br /&gt;Trying out my maximum tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;More courage is what I seek.&lt;br /&gt;But You seem to have no such plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't deserve much happiness.&lt;br /&gt;As I have caused much pain for many&lt;br /&gt;A lot of mistakes I did, I confess&lt;br /&gt;But forgiveness, why can't I get any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With magic, miracle or something unnatural,&lt;br /&gt;God do something to save my love&lt;br /&gt;If you exist and have any powers at all,&lt;br /&gt;Give my luck today a little shove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, today is the day&lt;br /&gt;That I need your help the most&lt;br /&gt;To not help me, choose you may&lt;br /&gt;But then all faith in you I would have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: Imagined to be written by a guy/girl on the day his/her lover is getting married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-9007464866704302296?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/9007464866704302296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=9007464866704302296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/9007464866704302296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/9007464866704302296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2009/11/letter-to-god.html' title='A letter to God'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-5681623352702088491</id><published>2009-10-22T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:30:49.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible things in a love affair</title><content type='html'>This is my second draft of the post. The first one seemed too cynical which very unlike how I am feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Have crush on someone&lt;br /&gt;• Be someone’s crush.&lt;br /&gt;• Love someone.&lt;br /&gt;• Loved by someone.&lt;br /&gt;• Reject someone.&lt;br /&gt;• Rejected by someone.&lt;br /&gt;• Propose someone&lt;br /&gt;• Proposed by someone.&lt;br /&gt;• Girls parent’s say no.&lt;br /&gt;• Ditched by girl.&lt;br /&gt;• You Ditched.&lt;br /&gt;• Parent’s say no.&lt;br /&gt;• Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;• Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't Ranbhir Kappor in Bachna ye Haseeno, but believe it or not, ten of these things happened to me. Please God! People consider pulling of such a feat a lucky thing. If that is the case, I don't want to be more lucky. May be I am being punished for all the sins I have committed in this life and in my past life.(I am sure I wouldn't have been a saint).In fact, I don't want any of those now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets talk about something else now. Okay, I have a question for you.&lt;br /&gt;When you loose &lt;strong&gt;everything &lt;/strong&gt;you have planned till now, you loose the &lt;strong&gt;most important&lt;/strong&gt; thing in your life or you recieved the &lt;strong&gt;greatest shock&lt;/strong&gt; of your life. How would you feel? Dejected? Scared? Alone? Angry?&lt;br /&gt;But guess how I would feel(if I were in that situation), I would feel careless, I would feel like a new born child who doesn't own anything yet, who doesn't understand anything yet and who feels amused at everything that is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something amazing about being careless. Trust me on this. When you become truly careless, when you stop caring about anybody and everybody including you yourself, that feeling is something that is beyond description. When you are like that, you won't be afraid of anything. Hey, I have got a quote "A careless person cannot lose anything as he doesn't own anything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, let me tell you one last thing, never sacrifice your happiness for anything. Remember, someone who earns one rupee a day(well not exactly one rupee say a hundred) and spents all of it can be a lot happier person that someone who earns a lakh everyday and saves all of it. What I am trying to say is, live as if today is your last day. Enjoy as much as you can. Make the most of it. Don't worry about tomorrow. If you keep on thinking about tomorrow you will forget to enjoy this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please don't make me forget ever that - "I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT FUTURE, PRESENT IS WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO ME". By the way, does god exist? I mean which god exist then? Jesus? Ram? Ravan :) ? Or Allah? I personally feel no such ******** exists. But then it is my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, why is that everytime I start writing something, I deviate and write something else?&lt;br /&gt;When will I mend this stupid habit of mine? Oh! Whatever, never mind, no one is going to lose anything because of that. Chalo then my dear brothers and girls. That's it in this pose. And if this post made you think even a little bit, do let me know. I will like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-5681623352702088491?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5681623352702088491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=5681623352702088491' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/5681623352702088491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/5681623352702088491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2009/10/possible-things-in-love-affair.html' title='Possible things in a love affair'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-5178439529318677863</id><published>2009-07-18T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:06:37.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is 1 crore worth ruining your life?</title><content type='html'>That's the thing you need to keep in mind if you are playing in Sach Ka Samna.&lt;br /&gt;The show sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one show and they dared to ask questions like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel like cheating on your husband &lt;br /&gt;Are you still living with your husband only because of your children.&lt;br /&gt;Would you sleep with another man if your husband wouldn't know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bastards, how dare you ask such questions in a country like India, that too, to a woman.&lt;br /&gt;And participants, are you all nuts? Why the hell do you want to ruin your lives? &lt;br /&gt;The things that you hadn't told anyone in your entire life, you are now sharing with everyone who is watching this fucking show, just for some money??????????&lt;br /&gt;What does that say about you? No matter how desperately you are in need of money. No matter how many unpaid bills/loans you have, never enter such a show. Because you will hurting not only yourself, but all those who are close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always thing that cannot/shouldn't be shared with anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;You get various thoughts that you wouldn't be proud of. Still you get them. But that doesn't mean that you would do them if you get a chance. Sometimes you do things without thinking and repent after that. But &lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE THE RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; to keep it secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE THIS SHOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do something about this, like having the power to ban this show or something. Hope someone who has the power, closes it. Capitalising on peoples greed by playing with their lives, is &lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-5178439529318677863?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5178439529318677863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=5178439529318677863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/5178439529318677863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/5178439529318677863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-1-crore-worth-ruining-your-life.html' title='Is 1 crore worth ruining your life?'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-4895398262689342975</id><published>2009-01-10T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:17:02.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell phone scare</title><content type='html'>Good news for all those people who usually forget their cell phones at malls, restaurants or theatres. They won't be stolen. In fact, they won't be touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those guys who put their cell phones wherever they sit - on the desk, on table anywhere. And after forgetting it like that for the third time and getting it back safely, I thought I'll write about it. People are so frightened about cell phones these days(especially after the blasts in many places), that when you forget your cell phone somewhere, they wouldn't dare to touch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In pvr cinemas, I was writting my name on some card(Was told I could win a prize from a lucky draw by doing so) and I left my phone there. Some guy started shouting a minute later asking whose phone it was. I thanked him and took it. But he was furious, "Enti sir, ala marchipotaru cell phone. Jagratha ga undali kada" etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In a restaurant where I went alone on a saturday to have a peaceful dinner, I paid the bill, came out and was starting my bike, the waiter came running and said I had forgotten my cell. When I asked him to give it, he said it's still on the table(obviously scared to touch it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Today, when I went to Roxana towers to pay my tata indicom bill, I left it at the cashiers table, again the security guard standing at the door, came running and told me I had forgotten the phone. I could see him eyeing me cautiously till I entered the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to be happy or sad at these things. Should I be happy that I have not lost my cell phone though I misplaced it thrice or should I be unhappy that there is a constant sense of fear in the minds of hyderabadis. I hate terrorism for creating such a feeling in the minds of us. Because of that, you begin to suspect every person you don't know. I wish hyderabad was a more peaceful place. I wish whosoever invented bombs, guns had died of malaria before he invented them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, good work my fellow city-folk for being cautious. We aren't in times where we can be careless(though I wish this weren't the case). Let's hope no more unfortunate incidents happen. We should be careful till those peaceful days come where you can trust everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-4895398262689342975?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4895398262689342975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=4895398262689342975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/4895398262689342975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/4895398262689342975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2009/01/cell-phone-scare.html' title='Cell phone scare'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-2337935431503411835</id><published>2008-02-13T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:12:02.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 things guys should know:</title><content type='html'>1. A girl appreciates your poetry, love letters etc as long as it is not for her.&lt;br /&gt;So don't be misguided by ' Wow! whose are these for? She is really lucky! I am jealous' etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Girls keep mum, even if they know for certain that you love them. And when you do tell them, they&lt;br /&gt;either stop talking to you, behave like a snob or agree depending on how much they like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The easiest way to win a girl is to confuse her. Let her reach the stage where she is picking up the&lt;br /&gt;petals of a rose saying,'He loves me!, He loves me not'.(this was told to me by a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls prefer easy going guys to guys who love them a lot and are always super gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Girls like guys who are not as clever as them but dont love them. To love a guy, he has to be&lt;br /&gt;more intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. While giving any gift to a girl, remember that it should be of no use that you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;Never buy a camera, a cell phone or anything useful for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Things that are less useful - dress, jewellary etc would impress them a bit too.&lt;br /&gt;But the things that impress them most are those for which guys can't think of any possible use&lt;br /&gt;Like rose, soft toys, photographs(preferably of scenaries or flowers) and show pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Girls hate guys who talk fast. They don't even listen to half of what such guys are saying.&lt;br /&gt;(I have the fastest mouth in the whole world :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cleanliness is Godliness is what most girls believe. Make sure you are wearing clean, ironed clothes&lt;br /&gt;when trying to impress someone. Another thing to be careful of is to have clean nails and good shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Girls like you to know about their friends but don't show much interest when you try to talk about your&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. For some reason, they hate liars but when they are caught lying, its for some good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. And the last but the most important thing to remember is, all 10 could go wrong. You can&lt;br /&gt;never 100% understand a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-2337935431503411835?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2337935431503411835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=2337935431503411835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/2337935431503411835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/2337935431503411835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2008/02/11-things-guys-should-know.html' title='11 things guys should know:'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-6738942730299361599</id><published>2007-10-06T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:03:13.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open your Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkrguiaQQ44/RweqeeqTA0I/AAAAAAAAADs/2AorvsteARQ/s1600-h/ist2_741085_silhouette_of_father_and_son_walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkrguiaQQ44/RweqeeqTA0I/AAAAAAAAADs/2AorvsteARQ/s320/ist2_741085_silhouette_of_father_and_son_walking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118246942133125954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me of all the people?&lt;br /&gt;Misfortune seeks me like vultures do.&lt;br /&gt;It was long since I stayed cool&lt;br /&gt;And that was when as a kid, with friends I grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brood over it all day and all night.&lt;br /&gt;As my luck changed from bad to worse&lt;br /&gt;I just surrendered to it without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing but just sit and curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much did I always  worry.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot, more unhappy, than me were many&lt;br /&gt;Who didn't have  a single rupee.&lt;br /&gt;While I had a lot in plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny, a kid of 10, an orphan by birth&lt;br /&gt;Has no one to love and care&lt;br /&gt;Entered the world with his mother's death&lt;br /&gt;And his father he lost soon after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a washer, cleaner and a rag picker&lt;br /&gt;He worked hard till his muscles ache&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, he was richer&lt;br /&gt;By a rupee or 2 which filled his stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forecast was for a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;And 4 once the forecast was true&lt;br /&gt;'Get Lost' I said when he came to me&lt;br /&gt;He turned away in pure dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then the motorist hit me&lt;br /&gt;I broke a bone and couldn't walk properly&lt;br /&gt;'I leaned on his shoulders and walked'&lt;br /&gt;Up to a clinic, then he left to earn 4 his belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him daily since then&lt;br /&gt;And gave him sweets or money&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it started&lt;br /&gt;One day I brought him home and called him my 'Son'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-6738942730299361599?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6738942730299361599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=6738942730299361599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/6738942730299361599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/6738942730299361599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2007/10/open-your-arms.html' title='Open your Arms'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkrguiaQQ44/RweqeeqTA0I/AAAAAAAAADs/2AorvsteARQ/s72-c/ist2_741085_silhouette_of_father_and_son_walking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-7832849439765880940</id><published>2007-02-22T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:03:13.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Chicken Soup for teenage souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;These are a few things liked from this book. I liked it a lot and suggest you give it a reading. And do check 'Please Hear What Iam Saying' (the last poem here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkrguiaQQ44/Rd33fvquQrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5eIBxuRIcY4/s1600-h/chicken-soup-teenage-soul-conversation-cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034452083213746866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkrguiaQQ44/Rd33fvquQrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5eIBxuRIcY4/s320/chicken-soup-teenage-soul-conversation-cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some Nice Lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when I'm loneyly.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I miss you when I'm happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness in words creates confidence&lt;br /&gt;Kindness in thinking creates profoundness&lt;br /&gt;Kindness in giving creates love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you can conceive it and believe it, you can achieve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared joy is doubled joy.&lt;br /&gt;Shared sorrow is sorrow halved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Few Poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please Listen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you to lsiten to me&lt;br /&gt;and you start giving me advice,&lt;br /&gt;you have not done what I asked.&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;and you begin to tell my why&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't feel that way&lt;br /&gt;you are trampling on my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;and you feel you have to do something&lt;br /&gt;to solve my problem,&lt;br /&gt;you have failed me,&lt;br /&gt;strange as that may seem.&lt;br /&gt;Listen! All I ask is that you listen.&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk or do-just hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Advice is cheap;20 cents will get&lt;br /&gt;you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham&lt;br /&gt;in the same newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;And I can do for myself;I am not helpless.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe discouraged and faltering,&lt;br /&gt;but not helpless.&lt;br /&gt;When you do something for me that I can&lt;br /&gt;and need to do for myself,&lt;br /&gt;you contribute to my fear and&lt;br /&gt;inadequecy.&lt;br /&gt;But when you accept as a simple fact&lt;br /&gt;that I feel what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how irrational,&lt;br /&gt;then I can stop trying to convince&lt;br /&gt;you and get about the business&lt;br /&gt;of understanding what's behind&lt;br /&gt;this irrational feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And when that's clear, the answers are&lt;br /&gt;obvious and I don't need advice.&lt;br /&gt;Irrational feelings make sense when&lt;br /&gt;we understand what's behind them.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's why prayer works, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;for some people-because God is mute,&lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't give advice or try&lt;br /&gt;to fix things.&lt;br /&gt;God just listens and lets you work&lt;br /&gt;it out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;So please listen, and just hear me.&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to talk, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;for your turn-and I will listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.&lt;br /&gt;The smile seemed to make him feel better.&lt;br /&gt;He remembered past kindness of a friend&lt;br /&gt;and wrote him a thank you letter.&lt;br /&gt;The friend was so pleased with the thank-you&lt;br /&gt;that he left a large tip after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,&lt;br /&gt;bet the whole thing on a hunch.&lt;br /&gt;The next day she picked up her winnings,&lt;br /&gt;and gave part to a man on the street.&lt;br /&gt;The man on the street was grateful;&lt;br /&gt;for two days he'd nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;After he finished his dinner,&lt;br /&gt;he left for his smaill dingy room.&lt;br /&gt;(He didn't know at that moment&lt;br /&gt;that he might be facing his doom.)&lt;br /&gt;On the way he picked up a shivering puppy&lt;br /&gt;and took him home to get warm.&lt;br /&gt;The puppy was very grateful&lt;br /&gt;to be out of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;That night the house caught on fire.&lt;br /&gt;The puppy barked the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;He barked 'till he woke the whole household&lt;br /&gt;and saved everybody from harm.&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys that he rescued&lt;br /&gt;grew up to be President.&lt;br /&gt;All this because of a simple smile&lt;br /&gt;that hadn't cost a cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please Hear What I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled by me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled by the mask I wear&lt;br /&gt;For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,&lt;br /&gt;masks that I'm afraid to take off,&lt;br /&gt;and none of them is me.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,&lt;br /&gt;but dont't be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;I give you the impression that I'm secure,&lt;br /&gt;that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,&lt;br /&gt;that the water's calm and I'm in command,&lt;br /&gt;and that I need no one.&lt;br /&gt;But don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;My surface may seem smooth but my surface&lt;br /&gt;is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath lies no complacence.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness,&lt;br /&gt;But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being&lt;br /&gt;exposed.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,&lt;br /&gt;a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,&lt;br /&gt;to shield me from the glance that knows.&lt;br /&gt;But such a glance is precisely my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;My only hope, and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;That is, if it's followed by acceptance,&lt;br /&gt;if it's followed by love.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,&lt;br /&gt;from my own self-built prison walls,&lt;br /&gt;from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that will assure me&lt;br /&gt;of what I can't assure myself,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm really worth something.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to hide.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to play superficial phony games.&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop playing them.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,&lt;br /&gt;but you've got to help me.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to hold out your hand&lt;br /&gt;even when that's the last thing I seem to want.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can wipe away from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the bland stare of the breathing dead.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can call me into aliveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging,&lt;br /&gt;each time you try to understand because you really care,&lt;br /&gt;my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings,&lt;br /&gt;very feeble wings,&lt;br /&gt;but wings!&lt;br /&gt;With your power to touch me into feeling&lt;br /&gt;you can breathe life into m.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, you may wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I am someone you know very well.&lt;br /&gt;For I am every man you meet,&lt;br /&gt;and I am every woman you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Words of a senior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life just isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isnt about keeping score. It's not about how&lt;br /&gt;many people call you and it's not about who you've&lt;br /&gt;dated, are dating or haven't dated at all. It isn't about&lt;br /&gt;who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy&lt;br /&gt;or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair&lt;br /&gt;or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges&lt;br /&gt;that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you&lt;br /&gt;have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not&lt;br /&gt;about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't&lt;br /&gt;about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's&lt;br /&gt;about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, hap-&lt;br /&gt;piness and compassion. It's about sticking up for your&lt;br /&gt;friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about&lt;br /&gt;avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building&lt;br /&gt;confidence. It's about what you say and what you&lt;br /&gt;mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not&lt;br /&gt;what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use&lt;br /&gt;your life to touch someone else's in a way that could&lt;br /&gt;never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are&lt;br /&gt;what life's about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-7832849439765880940?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7832849439765880940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=7832849439765880940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/7832849439765880940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/7832849439765880940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-chicken-soup-for-teenage-souls.html' title='From Chicken Soup for teenage souls'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkrguiaQQ44/Rd33fvquQrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5eIBxuRIcY4/s72-c/chicken-soup-teenage-soul-conversation-cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-7756687144665484234</id><published>2007-01-27T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:03:14.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkrguiaQQ44/RbsyKcDvVoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GMXbq9HW5CA/s1600-h/tin5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkrguiaQQ44/RbsyKcDvVoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GMXbq9HW5CA/s320/tin5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024664964173878914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cool it guys!!. I couldn’t stand it any longer, So had to do something like this,’ said Thej.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But how could you trick us both, especially in something so important? ’ argued Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah! What if one of us didn’t love the other? What if it was only one side love? Or what if neither of us loved the other? You could have ruined good relationship that we had.’ said Tarun supporting his girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t  “WHAT IF” me you idiot, I am a friend close enough to both of you to understand perfectly that you two were madly in love. It was your damn ego that was stopping you from letting the other know. Neither of you wanted to be the first person to propose. Hadn’t I interfered, you both would have continued this whole dumb drama for ages. And for that what you do? Argue with me instead of thanking? Such blockheads I got for friends,’ said Thej with a slight anger in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That’s not true!’ said the love birds in unison though both of them knew perfectly well that Thej was speaking gospel truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani and Tarun were traveling from Tirupati in Padmavati Express when the first met.&lt;br /&gt;Both were final year Computer Science students - Tarun in IIIT Hyderabad and Rani in NIT Warangal. They were going back to their colleges after vacation.  They had a long chat and observed that they had lots in common, the biggest one being their ego problem. They both agreed that they had that in plenty. They chatted up to 3am (from 5pm the previous day when the train left Tirupati) when Rani`s station came and she got down after saying bye-byes. Tarun decided to catch a couple of hours sleep before the train reaches Hyd. The train was in the outskirts of the city when he woke. Then, the TTE came and demanded the ticket. It was then, he noticed that their tickets had mixed up somehow and tried to explain it to the TTE who didn’t buy the story and made him pay a huge fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided he would call her and demand her, the money he had to pay because of her. He realized they hadn’t exchanged numbers or email ids. All kinds of curses came out of his mouth when he realized he didn’t even know her name. Even if had remembered that he didn’t know her name a couple of minutes before the train left, he could have checked it from the reservation list. He wondered how they managed to talk about everything yet didn’t ask their names. He hated having to lose money unnecessarily and his mood remained bad for a couple of days. Whenever he had to spend money or pay 4 something, he cursed her. Soon, he realized he was thinking of her 24X7. At the end of one week, he began wishing he could talk to her again or be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one week after that, he got a call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hello?’&lt;br /&gt;‘Hai, guess who?’ answered a female voice.&lt;br /&gt;He instantly recognized her voice. It was as if he had heard her voice a million times before. (And true too, the whole train drama was repeating in his head over and over for an entire week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey you are the train girl. How are you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………..&lt;br /&gt;……………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for almost an hour when Rani’s balance was out.  Tarun didn’t know this and decide he wouldn’t call her. ‘Let her call back, she disconnected.’ Though he felt that something else could have happened like battery down or something, he decided she will have to call(Ego problem). Rani had a top up card in hand, but she decided she wouldn’t call. ‘I called the first time, now let him call’. (She is no better, same problem here). Both did nothing but look at their cell phones for an hour willing it ring but not dialing. After an hour, Tarun decided he couldn’t wait any longer. Cursing himself, he dialed the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hi, I called only to tell you that you have to pay me for that train thing?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Wow! Looks like you miss me a lot Tarun! And asking for money is a nice pretext for making a call. Ha! Ha!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah? And who took all the troubling of doing all kinds of detective work to get my name and phone number? No Rani, it looks to me like you are the one who misses me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah!’&lt;br /&gt;………&lt;br /&gt;……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for sometime. And soon they began calling each other many times in a single day. Then they began meeting each other. One of them would come to the others place every weekend.(It’s a 2.5 hour journey from Hyderabad to Warangal). Soon they realized that they were in love but waited for the other to admit it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Thej was Rani’s classmate in school and Tarun’s in intermediate and these two felt really happy to have such a cool common friend (self-dabba). Soon he became a very close friend to both. He realized that these two loved each other, but their ego would not allow them acknowledge it.  They would for whatever time it takes for the other to propose. (And Thej knew it would be forever). So he decided to act and so wrote love letters to both as written by the other and gave to each personally. Every thing turned out to be good and was going on smoothly until today when they came to know about the self-less trick played by Thej.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming back to the present argument:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thej got really angry and went away. They both realized that Thej was right but even now they waited for the other to say it first. Neither would first admit their mistake in arguing with Thej. They knew perfectly well the other person was thinking the same thing but remained silent. Then after half an hour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thej is right,’ they both said at the same time and surprised at their timing, laughed out aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank goodness, I was losing my patience waiting for you to admit it,’ said Thej coming out of his hiding place behind the wall. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You both are such blockheads! Filled up to necks with ego! What does it matter who says it first? I know what you two dumbos were thinking for the past half an hour. Why do you always wait for the other?? N e way I am just glad you gave up your ego for once, though it took half an hour’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani and Tarun smiled at this, wondering how well their best friend can understand their thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how well I succeeded in telling about ego problem through this story, but my main theme was that. And the whole story is pure fiction. And the Thej here is not me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-7756687144665484234?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7756687144665484234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=7756687144665484234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/7756687144665484234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/7756687144665484234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2007/01/ego-killer.html' title='Ego Killer'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkrguiaQQ44/RbsyKcDvVoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GMXbq9HW5CA/s72-c/tin5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-3919113694155835584</id><published>2006-11-18T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T03:43:34.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens for good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/1600/227166/6646687_fa5bc6b07b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/320/922412/6646687_fa5bc6b07b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This saying has definitely been true in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my 10th class,I joined a college which hadn't produced much good result in its previous years. Everyone told me that I had made a wrong decision. Some laughed behind me and those who liked me, were sincerely worried about my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I made that decision even today.In whatever way I thought,it was a not a wise one.And I was surprisingly adamant about not leaving that college.None could change my mind and I remained there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once inside the college,I notice that some very intelligent guys(and girls) had joined the college and all the lecturers were good.This was something both sweet and bitter for me. I was happy that my decision of joining this college was not wrong at all.But on the other hand,I realized a couple of my college mates were extremely intelligent and I was never a topper in my class.Even during the pre-final exams,my performance was not that good.So you could have imagined my shock when the results were announced. I was among the toppers not in one but all the three tests(EAMCET,AIEEE and IPE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,the big question was-Which university and which branch?(Having got quite a good rank in AIEEE,a NIT was sure.but which one?)I seeked the advice of many on this and almost everyone I met, asked me not to go to warangal(They considered warangal a naxalite area) and not to take Computers(The branches in demand were ECE and EEE).If I couldnt get one of those two,I was asked to consider mechanical or civil.("They are ever green" everyone used to say)But I did precisely what they asked me not to do.I landed up in warangal computer science branch.I had absolutely no idea why I filled in warangal before many other colleges.But again everyone were proved wrong as I came to know that many considered CSE the coolest branch in Warangal and the placements were good too.And our college has been ranked 7th in some recent survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my big doubt is,how come even my worst decisions (or decisions that appeared worse in the beginning) turned out to be my best?And why was I so stubborn in taking such decisions though everyone was against? Why did I feel that they were correct though they seemed&lt;br /&gt;wrong in every logical sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers to these questions remain a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;So what I would say is,never be dissappointed with anything.Every unfortunate incident has some great good associated with it.Give it some time and you will see that for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-3919113694155835584?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3919113694155835584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=3919113694155835584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/3919113694155835584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/3919113694155835584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2006/11/everything-happens-for-good.html' title='Everything happens for good'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-362231479467949287</id><published>2006-11-18T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T03:38:23.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Sci-fi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/1600/442782/matrix_neo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/320/315305/matrix_neo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would like to share a thought of mine with you all. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;It may seem weird,but its my thought all the same. All this &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;started after seeing the movie-The matrix, which I feel is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;the best sci-fi movie ever made.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;         The basic theme of the movie is that the world in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;which we live is not a real one.To be more exact,we have been &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;plugged into the matrix which is a computer simulation of &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;the real world.(In layman's word's though we are physically &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;present in the real world, our minds are connected to a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;computer).This is the similar to dreaming.While dreaming,we &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;definitely believe whatever we see and don't realize that it &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;was just a dream until we wake up.The matrix entertains the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;idea that by connecting to the computer we fall into a never &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ending dream believing what we see.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;      Now,lets keep the movie aside and look at our real world. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there any possibility that the movie is true ? ie.Can we &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;really be living inside the matrix ?Yes,simulating the real  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;world means a hell of a job.But,if that has been done and we &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;all have been in someway connected (or plugged) into the  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;simulated version of the real world,then what? We have no means &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;of knowing anything.To be able to even guess is very difficult. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another slightly differant idea is that,we all may be programs &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;in a big mega computer.I,personally think this to be a better &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;idea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;        Let me give two points (they are related to the topic &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;though they might appear not) then I will explain each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Are there really ghosts ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. How can a fortune teller sometimes predict things quite &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;correctly?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;            Everyone who uses a computer knows that when we &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;delete something from the memory,it is not completely lost. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;That is,deletion ordinarily means that only the referance(the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;link to data) is removed.That data is lost only when it is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;overridden with someother data.So if we were programs,and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;dying  means deletion,then what?? yeah! Ghosts would be a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;possible answer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;              In programming every outcome depends upon the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;previous states and if we are given the previous states, the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;outcome can be quite correctly predicted( with difficulty though). &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now coming to reality, what if astrology , palmistry and all &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;other future telling studies deal with something similar. That is, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;could the stars,lines of fate and other things indicate something &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;about the present state of a person? And do the fortune tellers &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;correctly analyse these states and based on these inputs, predict &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;the future? Its definitely possible.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Many more points can be made, but these two were &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;the best I could see. If someone can add something more to the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;list,please let me know.And to anyone who feels the idea is pure &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;studpidity and foolishness,I sincerely apologize for wasting his or  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;her time.If you find any loop holes in my theory,do mail me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-362231479467949287?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/362231479467949287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=362231479467949287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/362231479467949287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/362231479467949287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2006/11/think-sci-fi.html' title='Think Sci-fi'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-3060651478557583506</id><published>2006-11-17T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:32:45.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genie Genie Grant me a wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/1600/180740/ist2_1106104_genie_of_the_lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/320/680080/ist2_1106104_genie_of_the_lamp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If a genie suddenly appears before u and asks u to make a wish,what will u ask for??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Say you ask for intelligence:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When you have become the most intelligent person in the whole world,wat will you do??May be you will be employed by Bill Gates and offered the highest paid post, but he willexpect you to work for that salary and will make you work day and night. You wouldnt have any rest.No time to spend with family,no time to have fun with friends and you would only be cursing the genie soon for granting this horrible wish.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Or say you love someone, but she doesnt. Then you might ask the genie to make her fall madly in love with you. Then what?? She will fall in love with you but she would no longer be the same person because she would continously keep changing herself to suit you(madly in love). She wont be able to tolerate even if you talk to other women and would continously doubt you if you were late. So one fine morning, you will wake up only to realize that you no longer love your wife.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Or may be you are a weak person(physically) and ask the genie to make you the strongest person in the world. You might soon develop rivalry. People whom you counted on as friends would become jealous of you and might try to avoid you. Or you may begin to wonder y u should continue to be friends with the other weaklings and might foolishly lose valuable friends. Or your money maynot be enough to feed your new body and you will always be hungry.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wanting to be a rich person, a famous one and other silly wishes like being able to fly etc also have a lot of problems which you can see 4 yourself if you apply some thought.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But if I were you, I would ask for happiness. I believe it is the ultimate wish. All the other wishes are linked to it. In order to be happy,you need money,intelligence,love, strength,fame and many more. So if you ask for happiness,all the others also have to be provided.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hell! I managed to take an utter impossibility and make you all think about it. But it was fun wasnt it?? If you agree that it was fun, then you know how to enjoy life, how to dream and how to take pleasure out of sheer impossiblities. But if you think you wasted your time reading this, then , well, someday, i hope you will realize that life is not all about being busy. You should learn to enjoy every bit of it.I think Iam qualified to tell that because had I read this post some time three years back,even I would have thought I wasted my time.May be I will write about how I was then, sometime soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-3060651478557583506?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3060651478557583506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=3060651478557583506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/3060651478557583506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/3060651478557583506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2006/11/genie-genie-grant-me-wish.html' title='Genie Genie Grant me a wish'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-2905263628980334401</id><published>2006-11-17T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:23:27.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/1600/1338/103-727766NEWBU.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/320/584604/103-727766NEWBU.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I was jarred awake by the sound of my alarm at 7.'Hell!', I thought, 'such a nice dream'. Then I tried to recollect what the dream was, but no, I cant remember it even when I put a lot of stress on mind. I vaguely remember that I was flying. But thats it and everything else is a blank. Also, I very well remember it was a nice dream. After a couple of seconds I give up trying. This always happens with me. I can never remember a dream completely. The only thing I can be sure of is the mood - was it a sweet dream or a nightmare? This is one half of my problem.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The other half is that though I dont remember the incidents in my dream in a sequence, bits and parts get stored in my mind. Like, say I dreamt of all my classmates going on a picnic (I dont think I ever dreamt of it or maybe I did and forgot) and just before leaving, I lent my pen to my friend. Then when I wake up, I would completely forget the whole thing but somehow lending my pen to my friend gets registered in my brain and I might even ask him to give it back when I see him the next day.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I say, remember everything or forget everything. If I remember everything, then I would know that it was a dream and never ask my pen back. If I dont remember anything, well and good, Iam safe again. But this is neither this nor that. I hate this handicap of mine. I guess thats enough about my weird story. I know none of you people have this kind of problem. But if by any chance you too suffer from this semi-dream-memory-loss, plz lemme know. I would feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-2905263628980334401?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2905263628980334401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=2905263628980334401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/2905263628980334401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/2905263628980334401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2006/11/dream.html' title='Dream???'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-2151341461170803065</id><published>2006-11-17T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:16:27.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show how much you love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/1600/795571/cats_hug_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/320/395679/cats_hug_card.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday one of my friends finished a difficult race in NFS-underground 2 which he had been trying to complete for many days. After finishing it, he looked back to see if anyone was watching or not.He gave a genunine pure and happy smile when he noticed I was watching. I now wonder what he would have felt like if no one was paying attention.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Everyone of us needs love, care and attention from others. You always need someone to share your victories and defeats. You need someone to pat you on your back when you get good grades, when you win prizes. One of my friends had to go to delhi alone to attend an interview. He got selected and he noticed that his cell's battery was down. He went to a std booth and told us about getting selected. He later told us that it was raining heavily there and he got completely drenched before he reached the std booth. I think he would have done anything just to tell us that he got selected.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And when someone is in trouble words like 'its ok', 'dont worry', 'it'll be alrite' will make you feel a lot better. But these words should be meant and not just uttered. And when you are trying to comfort someone, dont show pity, people hate that. One more thing is that if someone you know is in grief, but you dont feel anything, dont show false sympathy. That person will die if he comes to know that all that comforting was a lie sometime later.. it will break his heart. Calling someone and saying 'I heard the news... iam really really sorry..blah..blah..blah..' without being a bit sorry is the worst thing that you could do. Staying away from that person or not talking about that is a lot better than this. But if you really care, words arent even required, a gentle touch on the shoulder, a comforting hug or your mere presence would lessen the poor fellows trouble.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And for people who are loners- you are missing out all the happy things. Try to come out once and make friends. I got an sms from someone a few days back. I dont remember it completely. but it goes something like this- atleast 20 people like to talk with you, at any point atleast 10 people are thinking about you, atleast 5 would do anything to make you happy, atleast one would give his life for you.. And I say this applies to all. Now if you remain in ur closed rooms and dont mingle with anybody, how are you going to know who these people are? When someone cares so much for you the least you can do is to make friends with him. And by doing that you will also know the joy of having a true friend. If this paragraph manages to make atleast one person give up his lonesome( i dont know if this word exists) and experiance the joy of friendship, i will consider myself lucky..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I guess I deviated from what I started to write.. But its so nice i dont feeling like changing..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ne ways the idea of the post is dont miss any opportunity to congratulate others. A simple compliment,a sincere praise,an honest 'iam sorry' and a true 'i love you' can make some ones dil go mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-2151341461170803065?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2151341461170803065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=2151341461170803065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/2151341461170803065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/2151341461170803065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2006/11/show-how-much-you-love.html' title='Show how much you love'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-560857509589704158</id><published>2006-11-17T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:09:02.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds still a happy place - just want it to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/1600/943092/clip_image002_003.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/320/534442/clip_image002_003.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trust:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When do you trust someone? When u think he is trustworthy? Thats ok. But isnt it a lot nicer to show someone you trust him thereby making him trustworthy? I know trusting someone blindly is a stupid idea. But some times its correct. The best way to gain someones trust is to trust him. Out of 100 people there is only one person who would take advantage of your trusting him. But the other 99 would never dissappoint you. So sometimes or rather many times its this blind trust that helps.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Miracles:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I read this somewhere: "You might be intelligent, but if you are not foolish enough to believe in miracles, then your intelligence is always incomplete". To a practical person, there is no such thing as a miracles, but i say he is wrong. Prayer, belief, faith, hope etc wouldnt have any meaning if there were no miracles. When we pray to God for something, we are hoping for a miracle and we believe that God will help us and this faith causes a miracle. You had an accident and had to rest in your bed for a month, then instead of cursing, try to observe the miracle that you escaped alive. Even at the point of least hope, remember that miracles do happen and ask the divine one for one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happiness &amp;amp; Luck:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happiness, though easy to obtain, is achieved by very few. Happiness and satisfaction move side by side. A new born child is the happiest person on earth. Let me not talk about every child, but stick to a child from typical middle class in AP. As soon as he joins in school, his greatest sources of unhappiness are homework, bullying by the big guys and teachers(atleast in some cases). And then starts the battle for getting a rank in eamcet aieee iit etc. Here his worries about what his rank would be, his future, the ug coll etc make him unhappy. Then, in the next stage, girl friends, pocket money etc. And after that, getting a good job, finding the correct life partner. And then all sorts of problems.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All these lead to unhappiness..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;" Instead of being cursing on your being unlucky, try to see the things in which u were lucky ". The general mistake people do is that they are Sherlock Holmes's in observing their bad luck. Yesterday you lost ur wallet. Hell!! But what about the 1000 rs prize you won the day before? Last month, you fell down from stairs and broke your leg. Yeah?? But arent you forgetting your escaping certain death last year? The point to note is that both good luck and bad luck come in the ratio of very close to 50-50. There is definitely no one who is 100% unlucky. So when something bad happens remember that something else which is a lot more good has happened too. And remember "Everything happens for good".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Friendship:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"A friend is someone blah blah blah...". There are lots of quotes that go on like this. But, u can call someone a true friend if you can be urself with him. As simple as that! You should be able to say anything and everything to him. There is only one enemy to friendship, its ego. Get rid of your ego when with your friend. There should be empathy and not envy or ego. Ego feelings like "He didn’t wish me on my birthday, why should I?”, ” let him send me a friend request in orkut, y should I?" and jealous thoughts like "He isn’t that good at chess, how could he win?" are the ultimate villains in friendship. When someone gets a prize, succeeds at something or is celebrating with joy and you feel ur heart dancing with joy too, then that person has found a true friend. And if you won something or succeeded somewhere and someone is distributing sweets, then, congratulations! For you have a true friend. A friend isn’t hard to find, look around carefully and you'll see that everyone is a true friend waiting to be.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Iam not well qualified to say something about this. But ill try and tell you what I believe. As a man who believes in miracles, I believe in love at first sight. At your first meeting, you might feel that that is the person made for you. But it always isn’t the case. But there is one thing I am very sure of - two persons falling in love with each other simultaneously is rather unrealistic and old black-and-white-movie like. It’s always one falls in love, then tries to impress the other person and thereby makes him fall in love too. So the kind of replies people (mostly gals) give like "don’t feel that way for you", "I considered you a friend" etc are stupid coz why would anyone propose someone if he is sure the other person loves him too? Its only coz he thinks you still considered him only a friend and don’t feel that way for him, he is proposing you rite? Anyway, that’s my argument. But as i already told you, iam not at all qualified to say anything about it. So if u don’t like- lite teesko.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Perfect mix:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A person who is happy that he is alive and not worried that he is not the richest person on earth, a person who is foolish enough to believe in miracles and stupid enough to trust someone blindly just by listening to the words of his inner voice, a person who has at least one true friend, a person who, when failed, doesn’t say he is unlucky but looks for what went wrong, a person who has found his true love and is loved by the same, a person who if he died today could say he had a happy life, is the perfect one on the planet Earth.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And to conclude, the world isn’t as bad as some cynics say. With so many good people, so many good friends, so much love, happiness, trust, so many miracles happening everyday, the world is still a very nice place to live in.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Boy!! I could be a psychiatrist!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-560857509589704158?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/560857509589704158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=560857509589704158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/560857509589704158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/560857509589704158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2006/11/worlds-still-happy-place-just-want-it.html' title='Worlds still a happy place - just want it to be...'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-8669733407576438614</id><published>2006-11-17T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:00:12.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandhigiri Zindabad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/1600/900270/medium1779610.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/320/11396/medium1779610.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone who has watched the movie 'Lage Raho Munna Bhai", will know the meaning of this term. In today's world where everyone has forgotten the values and importance of the paths shown by great leaders like Gandhiji, this movie has done an excellent job in showing people that honesty, patience and non-violence still bring results. There are a lot of things I liked in this movie. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Firstly, the dialogue that you need a lot of courage to ask someone’s forgiveness is perfectly true. Its really very difficult to say sorry to someone. I am talking about saying sorry and meaning it and not the kind of 'sorry bro' you say when you accidentally step over someone's toe. Begging someone who is angry with you and who might ask you to get out the moment he sees you, for forgiveness is one of the most courageous things to do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And judging someone by the way he behaves with people belonging to the lower strata of the society is an excellent idea. Everyone respects (or at least pretends to respect) those who belong to higher status than him. But not everyone respects those who are below him in status. This reflects the personality of a person. (A bit of self-dabba here, I am calling everyone 'annayya' these days, may be the Telugu movie pokiri-effect)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One more thing is that people ruin their life because of jyothish etc. Believe in astrology or not, but believing it so blindly that you take important decisions in your based on it is ridiculous. Not marrying the gal you love coz the horoscopes don’t match, not talking to your best friend coz you discovered his zodiac is not compatible with yours etc are stupid ideas really.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Finally patience pays. This is something that I believe in. I may not be patient enough to clean the paan or gutka marks myself that my neighbor makes in front of my door. I would most probably request him not to do it, then threaten that I would book a nuisance case on him and even if this doesn’t work, then actually book a case on him. But in many other matters I believe/know that patience pays.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So Gandhi's principles are effective in today's world too. This movie shows a few examples where "Gandhigiri" gets the job done. Why don’t you bring out more examples by practicing it in your daily lives too? So zor se bolo "Gandhigiri Zindabad". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-8669733407576438614?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8669733407576438614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=8669733407576438614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/8669733407576438614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/8669733407576438614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2006/11/gandhigiri-zindabad.html' title='Gandhigiri Zindabad'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-9033379224554037294</id><published>2006-11-17T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:51:04.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story in three view points</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/1600/985659/friendship_and_love_by_zeptae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/320/660817/friendship_and_love_by_zeptae.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you about raj and tina. raj was well known for everything unfamous-like picking up fights easily, ragging freshers severly, commenting girl students, failing in every exam and so on. The only thing he was good at was sports. On the other hand, tina was the most decent girl- she stood first in every exam, never talked much with others, looked very beautiful and had a very good impression on every one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How these two fell in love was the greatest doubt in the minds of everyone. True, opposite poles attract each other but that was in physics rite?? its chemistry here.. if you think their falling in love was strange then their breaking up was even more mysterious. tina,on rajs birthday,came 2 him and told him that she didnt think she loved him and raj surprisingly said that he felt the same way too. they became close friends later on. people even say they were closer than they were when they were lovers.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;day before rajs birthday&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tina's dairy:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I dont know how much longer i can continue this. I have long back realized that i dont love raj. When, he proposed me, I felt really happy. I then thought that it was because somewhere deep inside i too had feelings for him.But now i know that it was only because no one proposed me like that earlier. It made me think that i was someone special. I misinterpretted this feeling as love and accepted. But now I see everything clearly.I dont feel one bit romantic when iam with him. Tommorow is his birthday, I will try to explain to him everything. Hope he will understand.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rajs dairy:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Another birthday. I will have to accept her silly gift, say i love you too. Iam a congenital fool. Why did i propose her at all? yeah i know the answer. i wanted the most beautiful gal in the campus as my gal friend. I dint know wat love was then. but i dont know even now. I never felt anything for her. i have to fake my feelings. I wish i could explain her. But no way. i wont do that. wat if she really loves me and does something stupid.NO NO I dont want my name in the newspapers. but i cant carry this on forever.. god help me.. what should i do??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;day after rajs birthday&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tina's diary:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why did i never notice that before.. I should have known that he never loved me too. wat a relief!! when i told him that i dint loved him, i expected him to slap me or shout at me infront of everyone. I have been mentally preparing for that. But gosh! I never dreamed he would laugh,hug and thank me. We have been more frank to each other today than we have been ever before. The usual 'not knowing wat to speak' silence breaks when we are together suddenly vanished. There is so much i want to tell him like how i had several sleepness nites thinking of wat he would do when i tell him, how much i wished he hadnt proposed me and many other things. cant wait to meet him tomorrow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rajs dairy:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is the star day of my life. wow! tina really is a great gal. I would never forget her helping me out by uttering those four words. She was really shocked at my reaction. she looked cuter than ever before then. Damn! this could have happened long before if i had picked up the courage to tell her. well better late than never rite. i never knew she talked so much. she had loads of things to say to me. and she really laughed at my jokes. she didnt fake a laugh to make me feel better. oh my god! its 12 already.. got to go to sleep. promised to meet her an hour before class begins. she said she wanted to tell me something else too.. but i doubt if ill get any sleep-its all too exciting...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;after 5 years:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There was a sudden burst of laughing from one of the tables in the restaurant. Tina and raj were narrating their non-love story to riya and alex.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;riya said,"you know wat raj??,i sometimes doubt you love tina more than me".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tina replied, "do you doubt that? of course he does,its a differant kind of love though,iam his best friend"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;raj added," ya thats rite, and its the same for you alex, you may be her husband, but iam her best friend and niether of you can hope to become as to close to us as we two are to each other."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;alex conluded,"Ok Ok baba! I understood that long back when the first thing she did when i asked her to marry me was calling you and taking your advice. So i mite as well thank you. And riya i think you should thank tina too for iam sure he did the same thing when you proposed him".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tina and raj smiled at this. They were luckiest ones on earth-to have the best bestfriends and the most loving and caring spouses&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My Note:&lt;br/&gt;I having been thinking of writing something about the way love-affairs go on in colleges. Without even knowing the meaning of love, guys go and propose a gal just because she is beautful. And gals are even worse sometimes, if they are average looking, they readily accept just because they know no one will propose them again. Is this love?? truly not. I may not be well qualified to tell you all wat love is but i can tell you wat love is not. Finding someone attractive is not love, proposing someone only because you think there is a chance she mite accept is not love,having a gal friend/boy friend to show off to your friends is not love and not knowing wat ur feelings are towards someone is not love either.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And believe it or not, friends are closer than all others to everyone. i happen to live in a hostel so know this fact. You cannot be as free as you are with your friends with anyone else. So dont go on trying to make gal/boy friends, try making friends.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-9033379224554037294?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/9033379224554037294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=9033379224554037294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/9033379224554037294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/9033379224554037294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2006/11/story-in-three-view-points.html' title='A story in three view points'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281108127929901100.post-3278295814000520652</id><published>2006-11-17T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:42:52.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriages are made in heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/1600/486767/wedding-ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/44/400525894522693/320/52608/wedding-ring.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'So, this is how it’s going to end', she thought, 'Finally, I can be free from all my problems'. 'It was my greatest mistake', Rohit had shouted when she asked why he married her if he didn’t love her. Tears rolled down her eyes as she thought about it. She felt her heart go heavy. 'Only a few more moments’, she thought and stepped harder on the accelerator.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Her marriage to Rohit was a disaster from the start. On the very first day she received the shock of her life when he said that he loved someone else and married her only because his parents asked him to. Soon he began to torment her. She knew what he wanted- divorce. She would have gladly liberated him but for her father. Her father, an orthodox person, would die (or let his daughter suffer) rather than having his prestige lowered. So she decided she would continue to grin and bear it and would not complain. However Rohit was resolving to more unthinkable methods of relieving her. That was when she made her decision. She made sure no one would suffer because of her act and now was on the way to implement it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She was now driving by the side of a stream but she her eyes were blurred by her tears and she didn’t even notice that she was passing by such a beautiful scenary. Her thoughts had just turned again towards Rohit when she heard someone scream. Scared that she ran over someone she jammed the breaks and stepped out the car. She was relieved to find that no such thing had happened. She looked around and saw a kid, not more than ten years old was being dragged by the current in the stream.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She instinctively dived into the stream and at the same time remembered that she had been here a few days back and had been warned by her guide that the currents in the stream were murderous. She pushed aside those thoughts and tried to get to the boy. She was a very good swimmer yet the currents were too strong and were pushing her away from the kid. She now saw that the boy was trying to hold to the rocks that came in way. 'Dont do that' she tried to yell but no voice was coming out of her mouth. She knew that he would never be able to hold on to anything when he is being carried away so fast and would only hurt himself if he tried to do that. And sure enough, soon he was leaving a trail of red behind him. She knew she had to hurry. 'God! Please help me. I would never say a bad word against Rohit; I would tolerate whatever he does.' 'I will give up my suicide ideas too. Please help me get near to the poor kid'. Miraculously, as if the currents had heard her pleas, she was dragged to the kid by the currents. She caught him by his sleeve and held him tight. Again the currents helped her get to the shore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After a few years, Rahul, her son, now six came to his mama and asked her to repeat the story again. 'Rahul! You have heard this story thrice already this week’.’ But sure honey, I can repeat it a thousand times for you'. She again thought how a simple act changed her entire life. She could remember everything as if it happened yesterday. She had spent a long time waiting on the highway hoping for someone to pass by. She had managed to stop the kids bleeding with a piece of cloth torn from her frock. Suddenly her husband's Scorpio appeared out of nowhere and he got them admitted in a nearby hospital. She had caught high fever and pneumonia. She was ill for a whole week. But she felt strong because Rohit was by her side and she could sense a different feeling for her in his face. It was only when she was discharged and back at home, did her husband break down. 'Iam sorry’, he had said,’ all this time I have been trying to torment you. But what you did brought me back to my senses. You risked your life to save someone whom you didn’t even know. And here Iam who didn’t even treat you like a human though you are my wife. Please forgive me if you can'. Soon both were crying like children, out of joy, locked in each others arms. She also could remember how........&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;'Mama! common start the story’, cried her handsome little prince and she sat for another half an hour telling him the same old story which saved two lives and brought a new life to this world.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281108127929901100-3278295814000520652?l=lazyreads.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3278295814000520652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281108127929901100&amp;postID=3278295814000520652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/3278295814000520652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281108127929901100/posts/default/3278295814000520652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazyreads.blogspot.com/2006/11/marriages-are-made-in-heaven.html' title='Marriages are made in heaven'/><author><name>ThejKumar Siddhotam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08144692127089371832</uri><email>tezloveall@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05473073516938283945'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>