<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:18:05.451+05:30</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Soliloquy'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Mangalore'/><category term='irony'/><category term='India'/><category term='L&apos;terature'/><category term='Economics'/><category term='Prelude'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Chennai'/><title type='text'>inner Shwayam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-7385696321914573249</id><published>2011-10-10T19:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:44:25.848+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;terature'/><title type='text'>The Stark Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I never realized if this is going to be again. Last night I had a terrible dream, I was in the middle of flying cars and objects. Edan saw me and cried out. I could barely move my hands, I saw him but I couldn’t speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was more ordinary with temple colors and keypads. I stroke a pause to realize if it was a bad dream, but I couldn’t, the more I got into it the more its hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;Edan was upset. He had this great proposal of reengineering social psychology and social tactics.&lt;br /&gt;“ I have a better idea- once you are into it you won’t leave, I promise” Edan said, “She’ll wait for you 0° on continuity”.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s weird” I told, “ I can’t buy that much”. “ After all living for a mile is lot more than the time". " Such a ridicule”- I added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bethna went town last week, she brought you a gift”. I could see those deep eyes when he said that, “ the Green Summer is all what she’s interested in- Save yourself”.&lt;br /&gt;And he went away, “see you on Tuesday” I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I was still perplexed why she would bring a gift. Then again I would hear those tattering and rumbling facades. I close my eyes to be awoken again.&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded long hallway to the starky door as I walked by to come to my senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethna was staring at me “didn’t Edan told you !”. “About what” I said. As I keep my time strictly dimensional. “I have work and a schedule” and I tapped myself to wash her out. &lt;br /&gt;And the rainman will color the roads again as she walked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skid and I skid,&lt;br /&gt;and I saw the opening door.&lt;br /&gt;I am drenched and I clenched ,&lt;br /&gt;I saw them coming roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I saw you what you were doing and I know what you’ll do” said Bethna. I smile and add “ well, I know the concept”. The cryptic is a jargon and there’s always the escape, you can’t plan. How do I write when its all written and how do I challenge what I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;I kept silent and went back to my room, I had a schedule. &lt;br /&gt;And the rainman would color the roads again as she walked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And teeny tiny droplets;&lt;br /&gt;the memories I still harvest.&lt;br /&gt;The woods and the green summer,&lt;br /&gt;that I have never been.&lt;br /&gt;A promise as sweet and slender,&lt;br /&gt;a secret I kept in this cryptic world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On successful recharge the strength went 5, I kept talking till the guy share me. We were on his track. He had a great world built around. "I have arrange them in parallel, and the channels let you in." &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/5684845873533067686-7385696321914573249?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/7385696321914573249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=7385696321914573249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/7385696321914573249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/7385696321914573249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2011/10/stark-effect.html' title='The Stark Effect'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-6616107056476539250</id><published>2011-01-16T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:55:38.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><title type='text'>Gates' Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #b6d7a8; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;11 rules your kids did not and will not learn in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #b6d7a8; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #b6d7a8; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2: The world doesn't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-6616107056476539250?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/6616107056476539250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=6616107056476539250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/6616107056476539250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/6616107056476539250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2011/01/gates-speech.html' title='Gates&apos; Speech'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-766844075371676791</id><published>2011-01-15T16:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:16:43.166+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soliloquy'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I always woke up a little late, not that i like it but it does happens unfortunately. Well its kind of a middle of month, and i am posting my New Year message. You see there are lot of things to get not doing what that should be and i agree to it heheh...&lt;br /&gt;The dawn of the year didn't have bashing welcome but, a nice bath around midnight and tidy and neat home( i actually call it home; feel good at home in.hehe..), as the best ones are far away, i didn't celebrate it with pompous and trumpet along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before anything its Pongal today and Happy Pongal to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i say i need a little more time to come back where i haven't been. I need to hold on till the next dawn and then i could say.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well the resolution, i will try to maximise time and minimise space. I will try to buy joy and spend money.&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't have a lot of resolutions per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it... heehe.... 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Year'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-2662987575703898779</id><published>2010-12-01T17:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:10:06.465+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;terature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soliloquy'/><title type='text'>My Pride</title><content type='html'>Round and round, i go up and down,&lt;br /&gt;Merry, little fairy, and a delight.&lt;br /&gt;In whose crown i took my pride;&lt;br /&gt;and all enemies i shook with smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coward dies many times,&lt;br /&gt;thought i still miss the ugly times.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet are the grapes, from thin slender hands;&lt;br /&gt;the more i felt as wary i am.&lt;br /&gt;With bloods all around, &lt;br /&gt;as stars they say "shall die, one day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of task, it spread&lt;br /&gt;I bow'd in thee, head down.&lt;br /&gt;Mystery it is, i ponder.&lt;br /&gt;for peace, is none but all absurd.&lt;br /&gt;You live and die for them to be.&lt;br /&gt;I know the bitter, still i merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For its gone in once,&lt;br /&gt;when&amp;nbsp;all its shown.&lt;br /&gt;And i retire in deep slumber&lt;br /&gt;then&amp;nbsp;shall i&amp;nbsp;rise, for me and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-2662987575703898779?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-4567914230085157636</id><published>2010-08-08T16:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:56:16.472+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;terature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soliloquy'/><title type='text'>To a Skylark</title><content type='html'>On a young summer sky,&lt;br /&gt;Among woods and among trees,&lt;br /&gt;When the journey never hath halt,&lt;br /&gt;for a change, doth never open,&lt;br /&gt;A sudden feeling&amp;nbsp;maketh me surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mighty sun seems so pleasing,&lt;br /&gt;A distant silver caught me blind,&lt;br /&gt;as it smiles, doth on me.&lt;br /&gt;As she hovers at noon sky,&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder, and a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are deary and night so long,&lt;br /&gt;for i ponder and i sought.&lt;br /&gt;beside the fountain, and the hillock,&lt;br /&gt;with silver shinings&amp;nbsp;and velvet&amp;nbsp;breast,&lt;br /&gt;caught me wilder, i saw it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land of fairies, and&amp;nbsp;of lords;&lt;br /&gt;the land of peoples, and of soul;&lt;br /&gt;the fountain of love;&lt;br /&gt;and the pleasure of soulmate;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;memories i harvest in thy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thine&amp;nbsp;eyes as clear as water;&lt;br /&gt;and stillness o' the night;&lt;br /&gt;With little foams dancing along rocks;&lt;br /&gt;thy melody streches miles along.&lt;br /&gt;for a hard man day and his night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of life a wonder&lt;br /&gt;In thy words, yet&amp;nbsp;still unknown.&lt;br /&gt;for i count in joy and balance&lt;br /&gt;by virtue, and the beauty&lt;br /&gt;for quest of the lesser known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By brook and the foam&lt;br /&gt;thy song so sweet and the still;&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;oft in times amongst places,&lt;br /&gt;thou if i hath ever known,&lt;br /&gt;O wonder Thou art, the skylark.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(contd)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-4567914230085157636?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/4567914230085157636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=4567914230085157636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/4567914230085157636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/4567914230085157636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-skylark.html' title='To a Skylark'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-961928252260480853</id><published>2010-07-17T18:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:34:58.879+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;terature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soliloquy'/><title type='text'>No Time to Think !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am not really a philosopher neither i read philosophies, but often i ponder on thoughts and things that happen around me. I was kind of of a cliff hanger who like to climb no good mountain but a cliff, hard to do, a bit stupid, less known, more threat, much chance of losing, and not so sure about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The path had not been smooth, as i say a cliff hanger, huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Of lately certain sense start functioning loose, not conglomeration in duties and task but individuality in approach, its said better be reactive and can't be one if you get into a same pose and ponder around, you got to have a different sense of attack by each one not together afront.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Don't think, react, give me the answer! . Well its wise to be it, you know you are seen, watch, shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Then they nod their head, a sense of satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So many dumps to spit your waste, i took that one lately but at times find full of mongers, they say don't look just run, don't be supra boring.... u know, you don't look so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Last time i had a feeling, second one, a third one, a fourth one, i fifth one..huh i am not sure. But the last one, it keeps me in it. You forget when you don't remember, you remember when you get close, so was i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Smitten, bitten, likened.. well the last one through my own impulse, conditioned, well since it meets all conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Touch and Glow, i like it, those were, the sharp eyes, the smile, it then reminds me the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Be reactive, as loud it cries, what are you pondering on. You can't touch let alone the glow !!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That it came was not your guilty, but you let it in was your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The rich never ponder, so is she. Well i dont mean she is rich... but she don't ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He was a lair, pretending, forget about him, don't ponder, be reactive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When you go straight ahead you'll find a tomb. You rest in there, thats why we made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Go get yourself ready, don't look around. Follow the tune, i tell you its good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-961928252260480853?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/961928252260480853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=961928252260480853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/961928252260480853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/961928252260480853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-time-to-think.html' title='No Time to Think !!'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-5806805903215753630</id><published>2010-06-19T18:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:01:02.278+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economics'/><title type='text'>Prospective Indian Perspective</title><content type='html'>EI have been trying hard to write a few things regarding the indian growing economy.&lt;br /&gt;Its almost hard to suppress ones desire to do things, ones hopes and aspirations and other things regarding the overall upliftment&amp;nbsp;of individual and the society at large.&lt;br /&gt;Now its no secret that the overall superpower and economic market is&amp;nbsp;shifting to Asia.&lt;br /&gt;This itself is reaffirmed with the larger power veto to developing coutries like India and neighbouring China.&lt;br /&gt;In fact China has already a shown this with the 2008 Olympics. Many countries couldn't blink their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Now thats about China, what about India, the home of IT outsourcing and services related to it.&lt;br /&gt;India is a huge country with billions of population, many of whom live in&amp;nbsp;poverty.&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge amount of the govt has to takle.&lt;br /&gt;The growing&amp;nbsp;market gives rise to new middle class population.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, most of us know how the money than flows from these professionals to the common mass, by generating other&amp;nbsp; lower end jobs, the giving tax to the Govt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the recent economic breakdown in US and UK, the former being a giant had a serious impact. Their Govt policy to protect its economy went as a big blow to country like India but so complex the economy has become that the US failed to protect rather have to outsourced more to decrease expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now no two&amp;nbsp;big country can come up at the same time together in the same region, practically its hard to think. Since they are indeed sharing the shifted economy. Or the growth has to be small.&lt;br /&gt;Now the prospect of China is clear, by 2030 they will be the super power as analyst predict.&lt;br /&gt;But what about india, some are skeptical, they say its not very likely india will become soon. As the complex nature of Indian general people and psyche, they have a doubt if it could sustain the same growth for another 20 to 30 years. Travelling on indian roads as still feels it hard to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the nature of economy is different one manufacturing and other service.&lt;br /&gt;The grim nature of india is the deep rooted division among its people with regard to&amp;nbsp;culture and tradition and religion. Internal conflicts are amost. It is a democratic country by it has all its bad and good impacts followed.&lt;br /&gt;Indians are known to many peoples as beggars. There is a deeprooted caste system which comes as hurdle for the govt to takle. Many of whom are not allowed to mingle with the masses. The story in rural india is more devastating. &lt;br /&gt;But prospect is never diminished by it. Indeed the great indian minds has been a wonder among many nations. The FDI and FII investments are ever flowing. The big IT companies are a thing of pride. The vast number younger population is the driving wheel for the economy.&lt;br /&gt;For to go ahead india has to changed the mindset of the over all population the social divisions have to come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;Infrastructure development for the rural and country side has to accelerate. The regular sense of people for oneness and growing together for the common nation has to be built.&lt;br /&gt;Education is the key to future and the government has to innovate the education system.&lt;br /&gt;Internal conflicts are always and has been a source of concern for the country, whether due to internal politics or due&amp;nbsp;to external factors, would need to end. &lt;br /&gt;It is clearly visible that the prospect of india lies with its growing people and implementing laws&amp;nbsp;for a necessary radical&amp;nbsp;change in social order and environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-5806805903215753630?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/5806805903215753630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=5806805903215753630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/5806805903215753630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/5806805903215753630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/06/prospective-indian-perspective.html' title='Prospective Indian Perspective'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-7158412478130998799</id><published>2010-05-15T16:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:55:33.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Pune Journey-- another India making.. ridiculous</title><content type='html'>Hi, i really have been looking a chance to write my encountering of a great irony in the indian railway train.&lt;br /&gt;Also indeed an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on 23rd April, i took off for the day, i went to Pune to collect my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Oh i got the ticket tatkal, God Goodness, confirmed, &amp;nbsp;the onward journey was fine, no trouble, but... but the return journey, oh&amp;nbsp;i have to say i dint have any reservation. Can you imagine stuffs including computer, a desktop, a briefcase excetera. But so brave i was that i thought ok, rather, i did have no choice, can't take another day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the fun came in my return journey, if want to get the real picture of india then go into some train to somewhere, well since its all the same if its in india, no india shining i promise you can see there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then i got in the train, it got started, i knew where i was supposed to cosy myself, you all know, the huge corridor beside the wash, haha i cut it short here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i look around it was not just me but&amp;nbsp;a lot of like me, or the me likes, just kidding. They were too can't call back their journey and to reach somehow. There was a couple, but very young probably younger than me, then came in four more guys. Oh forgot to tell you there were some kids marathi dont know where they should be heading, but they kind of "Traffic Signal" the movie, very very marathi. They must be around 17 years average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the great story revolves around these kids, the couple, the four guys, me of course and the TT, comon you can't leave the TT aside in the Great Indian Train journey, riched and limelighted by the famous Lalu Prasad, i still confused how could that happen while he was in and Bihar was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds interesting right, now you know how would the guys, the four guys you know right, react in front of the young couple. And my God the couple were no less than them, is&amp;nbsp;this the particular psyche in the land. Then i knew there could be&amp;nbsp;fair reason to banned&amp;nbsp;love marriage&amp;nbsp;and the things similar to it.&lt;br /&gt;Ok,&amp;nbsp;the TT came for the round check i&amp;nbsp;was afraid&amp;nbsp;of the goods,&amp;nbsp; the stuffs, then it turn out that those&amp;nbsp;guys were army personels although their physique&amp;nbsp;was very dull. Yes i could catch the accent they&amp;nbsp;were from Laloo land, i mean no offense i have friends from the same land.&amp;nbsp;I indeed asked&amp;nbsp;one of&amp;nbsp;them&amp;nbsp;to talk to the TT 'cause for sure i knew he's gonna&amp;nbsp;do some things real bad.&amp;nbsp;The guy said "&amp;nbsp;dont worry it'll&amp;nbsp;be all fine"&amp;nbsp;great i got a company i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok patience, here's very near for&amp;nbsp;the real irony to start again. &amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;girl at times seems to a&amp;nbsp;bit shy, it reminded me of one movie again " the Malamal Weekly" the boy seems a little desperate he for one dissimilarity from the movie was he don't look innocent. Now the guys its really funny they were trying to make you know those kind of&amp;nbsp;sided lines to the girl, often like stupid and silly, i thought heyyy whats&amp;nbsp;going on man they are couple, of course unmarried. The girl couldn't even eat but she never ever made&amp;nbsp;any complaint perhaps i went far,&amp;nbsp;not even a kind&amp;nbsp;of distastefull or unwelcoming&amp;nbsp;gesture, may be she&amp;nbsp;was prepared for all&amp;nbsp;this. or things like this&amp;nbsp;could be common and&amp;nbsp;very much normal.&lt;br /&gt;Ok now comes into picture the marathi&amp;nbsp;boys they were playing around, it seems like they booked the whole coach or the dabba.&amp;nbsp;One the guys happen to chat&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;few&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;them which&amp;nbsp;the remaining guys weren't&amp;nbsp;really support&amp;nbsp;of.&lt;br /&gt;At night&amp;nbsp;the boys,&amp;nbsp;i guess they took in a little gulp of&amp;nbsp;the liquid, pretty immature, they came in and said to the&amp;nbsp;guys "&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;kaha&amp;nbsp;se aaye ho kaha jaana h, lagta h&amp;nbsp;tum log aise hi idhar baith kar jana&amp;nbsp;bahot accha lagta h kyaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Wow thats a&amp;nbsp;great line for&amp;nbsp;the kids to make to&amp;nbsp;the army personels. But seems like the&amp;nbsp;guys were&amp;nbsp;helpless "&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;tum log ka ticket&amp;nbsp;h&amp;nbsp;kyaa, tum log to ticket bhi kaatte naii h&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" then&amp;nbsp;the guys reply that they&amp;nbsp;have the ticket it's&amp;nbsp;just not confirmed.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; shook my head in disbelief&amp;nbsp; "was&amp;nbsp;that a reply. God......."&lt;br /&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;one of&amp;nbsp;them say "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;my name is something urunaldjjfjgjlg....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;" i didn't catch it they're&amp;nbsp;mocking at those Jawans.... but&amp;nbsp;weak jawans.&amp;nbsp;Then one of the guys stood up and said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;ok&amp;nbsp;dunnit.. go away and leave&amp;nbsp;us alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;kya kare&amp;nbsp;neend naiii&amp;nbsp;aa&amp;nbsp;raa ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Then turn to me said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;dude what's&amp;nbsp;your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", &amp;nbsp;those guys whenever saw me said&amp;nbsp;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", one of&amp;nbsp;them said&amp;nbsp;he had a GF,&amp;nbsp;girlfriend from Nagaland, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;ahh&amp;nbsp;i bet if you could have&amp;nbsp;one from Manipur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Then i replied&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; D....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was my name &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;..&amp;nbsp;D..........&lt;/span&gt; in chorous, haah haha couldn't believe it, they were dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;came a meek smile from one of&amp;nbsp;the guys, he must have thought "&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;sahi liya,.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."--&lt;br /&gt;They were not going away, then came&amp;nbsp;the turn to the one they talk earlier.&amp;nbsp;And came a bit of jhagrahhh or the mouth fight between the army, "&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;tera dost h tu jaa na, leke jaa tere rehene se ye ho rah h&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;The kids went away laughing. I thought that was crazy and stupid enough for the army, oh&amp;nbsp; i prayed the couple seems to have bless, the kids din't make any fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;Now a little senior army&amp;nbsp;got up and said that it was over, no more....., it seems like he's about to teach the kids a lesson, but to my surprise he said "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;me jaaa ra ha hoon, kese bhi ho ticket leke aaaonga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&amp;nbsp;means the confirmed seat, i thought it was ridiculous may be that could be a wise thought&amp;nbsp; haahh.&lt;br /&gt;Then goes on for sometime between the poor armies "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; tu tu main main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"-- can't believe.&lt;br /&gt;Could this&amp;nbsp;be the reason why they are stereotyped ? !!!&lt;br /&gt;One of the jawan&amp;nbsp;reiteirated that they shouldn't be fighting, sorry i mean quarelling, talking to the couple, you know the one they had tried to do the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;me in line.. give it to me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" kind of thing. wowwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats it for them the rest you can imagine you know, you might have come accross the situation, kindof atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok one TT came and said i have to pay extra Rs.650, ohh dear lord, that much i said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;i dont have but take away that i have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; " might be he knows i could be an IT guy and he could take it away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Me neither fool, then atlast he said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;be careful, with so much of load you should take a ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", but he let me free.&lt;br /&gt;Then came another guy, South Indian, he was travelling with&amp;nbsp;an online ticket that's a waiting one,&lt;br /&gt;and for those who dont know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;any online waiting ticket is declared as invalid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and you can't travel with it.&lt;br /&gt;TT call me again, he had a nice proposition, since i had said that i could give that much i have if necessary as fine, he wants me to help the south indian guy, he&amp;nbsp;was also going to Chennai, by giving him&amp;nbsp;Rs 100 and to collect it from him at chennai.&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the money but i too took some cover, i hide some of my stuffs into his luggage as he carry very less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's name is Subramanium. &lt;br /&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;i reached Chennai and the bad day was ne'er going to set me free. There the TT told me to stop. He pulled out a stupid crap and said i had to give Rs 550 extra. And i tried all the possible means but all in vain. He really suck me off Rs 550. &lt;br /&gt;Subramaninum gave me back the money on 10th day and i had to call him 2wice. Of course i gave him Rs100 more for him to reach his&amp;nbsp;home after the Chennai TT struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was indeed a memorable day, so frustrated i was that i&amp;nbsp;cursed the TT,&amp;nbsp;i was short of four rupees to make Rs 550 still he bent me to give Rs550 by any means,&amp;nbsp; i finally had to look&amp;nbsp; for ATM all around and&amp;nbsp; gave him the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it, be a little careful while in train and check out your goods, be &lt;strong&gt;rough and tough&lt;/strong&gt; as of now you know if you travel by normal sleeper, and the most exciting thing is----&amp;nbsp;if you're tired&amp;nbsp;of the daily routine and want a little bit of adventure then.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;GET ON TO A INDIAN RAILWAY TRAIN AND MAKE YOUR YOURNEY IN THE NORMAL SLEEPER CLASS, and its more adventurous if you&amp;nbsp;have a waiting list ticket... ahahahaa a a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;:&amp;nbsp; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-7158412478130998799?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/7158412478130998799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=7158412478130998799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/7158412478130998799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/7158412478130998799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/05/pune-journey-another-india-making.html' title='Pune Journey-- another India making.. ridiculous'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-5510015330122587861</id><published>2010-04-20T18:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:09:28.390+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soliloquy'/><title type='text'>My New Room, a coincedence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ohh i finally got a room + bathroom + a space(probably a kitchen kindof).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Its hard in a city like chennai to get the room initially. B'coz the peoples are very local, it seems, you can only explore it&amp;nbsp;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The room is good for one person, of course me. I got shifted on Sunday, the AC and the flat LCD with Tata Sky have gone now, i don't have those in my room. But , but my rom is no less good. Its seperate and cosy not hot( ground floor) and great ventilation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I will narrate a story, real one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The first night in my new&amp;nbsp;room after i bought my needs from the market and arranged my room, I was tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The night was a long one. I couldn't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I see someone in my room who perhaps was the earlier tenant. He was there in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I was scared for i have no God image hung on my room. Things were worse. I thought is it an omen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It seems a lost soul was there. I was still asleep, for it was a dream or a night mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I talk to myself if i have to stay here i might get trouble, first if i appeased the soul it would get hold of me, and secondly if that was a bad omen to drive me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I struggled the night to pass away and i guess i went into deep slumber around 3 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I woke up at 6.30 that was early enough for me( as i usually sleep late).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Everything was then okay by morning. I went to market and bought a milk packet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But I still remember the night, the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I said to myself, i'll talk to my landlord, and i'll buy a Holy picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But things then get eroded into the days business of work and duty and Chennai heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I din't quite buy anything or remember anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But i could see in facebook( the horoscope, i don't really know how to do facebook I just went there either to check horoscope or to hear or peek haaha ..) that don't get into premature or false conclusion of things, as it might let you to lose opportunity and chance, also by then i figure out that my manager is putting me&amp;nbsp;in the central database handling team in my project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Well things till now has been good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Might be it was a just a bad Dream and a bad coincedence with my shifting, and i wish it the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And it would be another story, a scary one, it happens, but I still have to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And no worry its always a happy ending. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-5510015330122587861?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/5510015330122587861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=5510015330122587861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/5510015330122587861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/5510015330122587861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-room-coincedence.html' title='My New Room, a coincedence'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-1456002033945084137</id><published>2010-04-12T16:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:42:48.679+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soliloquy'/><title type='text'>in Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh! i finally reach Chennai. I'd been busy trying to get a room on rent. There are PG's availalble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;i would rather stay in small but cosy room of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Chennai is hot city; for that matter, India is hot and dry, the north and the south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Often there comes in mind, if it's hard to chase a thing, haah!! it needs to run, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;but that's not the end; it needs a race too, isn't it ? ohh again, does there should exists a course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh, i must say there is a course for sure, for the hard part of it is not running, but to get in the race course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dreaming of winning, they'll say you are mad, no one wins there, they only succeeds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The mad only wins as they run a Caucus race, you know. But, you're ne'er tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;oh, and for the room, im still in search, have 5 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'm in team of Banking and financial vertical, havn't yet assigned any concrete work; you don't run in a pavement!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;They say the beauty of life is in living, or breeding, or breathing, or dreaming, uuumm.. or her(personified) !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was so stupid, i fell to say, she bid me goodbye, in my poor eyes and i only sigh. The next time i'll take her in my arms. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;i couldn't wait her, and the longer i wait, the more i'm drawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hey, don't run in a pavement!! You can miss her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-1456002033945084137?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/1456002033945084137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=1456002033945084137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/1456002033945084137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/1456002033945084137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-search.html' title='in Search'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-2048758343063574031</id><published>2010-04-05T20:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:52:43.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;terature'/><title type='text'>I dream, A wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One early morning, i had a dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in my open meadows, i saw a butterlily;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'twas so sweet and so bright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for i wonder a sudden wind,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in such a warm sunshine, 'twas much early;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For 'twas the wind that kiss the earth,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and sing in rhythm, as the lily dance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's face so clear, and was so pure,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as its rooted firm and care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For 'twas the wind that kiss the earth,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in my humble abode, i feel less care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"All i wonder, it came from where"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the earth smiles, "i felt it queer".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"oh, i spin so fast, and i made days and nights".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For 'twas the wind that kiss the earth,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it said that's why i am here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I make your day pleasent, so are the nights,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i sing in rhythm, as the lily dance;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I came nought from anywhere;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the gentle heart, it seems less care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For i am so pleased,&amp;nbsp;to sing in rhythm;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and let this dream never be awaken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-2048758343063574031?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/2048758343063574031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=2048758343063574031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/2048758343063574031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/2048758343063574031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dream-wind.html' title='I dream, A wind'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-1563296566081186805</id><published>2010-04-05T20:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:08:11.625+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;terature'/><title type='text'>A True Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;All whence comes this&lt;br /&gt;A sheepish smile of gentle mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I might forget,&lt;br /&gt;I have to rush.&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm free,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still engaged;&lt;br /&gt;I know, but my life,&lt;br /&gt;a true gift.&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel lazy at times,&lt;br /&gt;That's ok why to rush when it's all mine.&lt;br /&gt;--"Speedy water seldom run deep"&lt;br /&gt;My true spirit and my confidence;&lt;br /&gt;I can reach where I want.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is what I sought.&lt;br /&gt;In starry nights along purple moor,&lt;br /&gt;I saw silver sword and shining armour.&lt;br /&gt;But he clangs, the sound so loud.&lt;br /&gt;My heart so pure, and I endow'd divine ,&lt;br /&gt;My friends are true,&lt;br /&gt;I stand for thee.&lt;br /&gt;I am the archer, and I have in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-1563296566081186805?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/1563296566081186805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=1563296566081186805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/1563296566081186805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/1563296566081186805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-gift.html' title='A True Gift'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-8842513383330274073</id><published>2010-04-02T16:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:12:43.606+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soliloquy'/><title type='text'>the hour</title><content type='html'>its been hard to manage him at times, he runs so slow. I am leaving Mangalore tomorrow; planning to go to beach for the last time to bid goodbye, to her sweet sounds, that flows towards me. Well thats all i hope to get back after i come back. I ne'er get into the stream of volunteering or fore-running an event or of the sort you know. But hardly it&amp;nbsp; means i get away form it. He's putting it fast; for i to come in first, and take the helm. So ............. the awaiting has begun. Im taking him along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-8842513383330274073?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/8842513383330274073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=8842513383330274073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/8842513383330274073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/8842513383330274073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmm.html' title='the hour'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-7664391167132933382</id><published>2010-04-01T23:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:50:22.155+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soliloquy'/><title type='text'>A souvenir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Tasshh !! i thought i was near to it, could hear the melodies or rather it bangs, for i could see 'twas panting, and hardly ever a difference. For such royalties, i only sweat; as near it seem'd the farther it went; the far it went the nearer it seem'd. It sound so sweet and 'twas a souvenir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-7664391167132933382?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/7664391167132933382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=7664391167132933382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/7664391167132933382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/7664391167132933382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/04/souvenir.html' title='A souvenir'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-8851046114762168205</id><published>2010-04-01T15:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:50:24.238+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mangalore'/><title type='text'>Panumber beach</title><content type='html'>this is good place to dive in, although the water is very SALTY, i had a great time with some of my friends here. But i missed the sun set, anyways the waves are fun to get into water. the beach is not very much a hang out but, still okay to a some fun time, as for me i you know, i hardly got out. Wait but if I do, then i love the explosion, leave nothing behind. Great day out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-8851046114762168205?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/8851046114762168205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=8851046114762168205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/8851046114762168205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/8851046114762168205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/04/panumber-beach.html' title='Panumber beach'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-3230608132573028149</id><published>2010-04-01T15:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:44:13.314+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soliloquy'/><title type='text'>Confirm</title><content type='html'>Finally things got confirm. I got in Chennai. I miss the prize. Hope someday gonna b my day. But i did a lot of thing I dance, sing and the spirit came alive again after such a long time. Joining Monday, have no time to go to pune. But things sometimes i feel i miss something, felt hard to convince myself, but there is. Dear Sister, see you in Chennai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-3230608132573028149?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/3230608132573028149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=3230608132573028149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/3230608132573028149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/3230608132573028149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/04/confirm.html' title='Confirm'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-8343236852273896386</id><published>2010-03-27T18:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:37:45.035+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Bunty</title><content type='html'>This guy is a great guy. He's my best buddy, we're friends since 3rd standard. He is indeed the best friend for many of my friends. He likes to eat great food although he hardly cares about the taste, oh i mean great, big you know lots of&amp;nbsp; hahah.... he's has a great appetite. We stayed in delhi together. Well precisely iam the one who's gonna land up where he is. He's not very serious kinda guy, a light hearted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-8343236852273896386?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/8343236852273896386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=8343236852273896386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/8343236852273896386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/8343236852273896386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/03/bunty.html' title='Bunty'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-1855198510309037567</id><published>2010-03-27T18:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:28:48.307+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Through the Looking Glass</title><content type='html'>This is yet another great book from Lewis Caroll. This lets you wonder around crazy peoples when alice gets into a looking glass. The story is fantastic. You can find every piece of intelligent humour making you chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;Coz the story says you shout out before you pain, as it would pain and in that land it cost a thousand pound a second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-1855198510309037567?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/1855198510309037567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=1855198510309037567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/1855198510309037567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/1855198510309037567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/03/through-looking-glass.html' title='Through the Looking Glass'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-4901914109824667018</id><published>2010-03-27T18:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:18:58.669+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>A wild journey of Alice. This is a fantastic book for peoples who can laugh and think at the same time. The imaginary illusions and the authors narration will let you go away from the reality.&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much assume it would be hard and hard to digest the story for peoples loving naked facts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-4901914109824667018?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/4901914109824667018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=4901914109824667018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/4901914109824667018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/4901914109824667018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Wonderland'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-6072380475801353316</id><published>2010-03-27T18:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:33:48.461+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mangalore'/><title type='text'>Mangalore</title><content type='html'>This is a good and tranquil city. Less population and very quite.&lt;br /&gt;I am here for more than two months, people are much local but still no harm, thats good.&lt;br /&gt;Well the rest still coming up. I start loving sambhar rice.. and curd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-6072380475801353316?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/6072380475801353316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=6072380475801353316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/6072380475801353316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/6072380475801353316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/03/mangalore.html' title='Mangalore'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-7427503160170397288</id><published>2010-03-27T17:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:15:11.799+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;terature'/><title type='text'>the Thinketh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;For him to tread, he seems no retread;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;His mind, the glory for him to wander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;"I know, I had, I believe, and I will"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;"the days are long and the night still unknown"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;"for i to keep the promise and bring the sought";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;-and he sees the beauty in the neck o'garland;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;still the purity in the rugg'd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;he felt so pleased and charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;"I know the beauty, the pleasure, and the desire",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;"For the meaning in life is what i seek",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;-And the more it gets as the end it meets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-7427503160170397288?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/feeds/7427503160170397288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5684845873533067686&amp;postID=7427503160170397288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/7427503160170397288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/7427503160170397288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/03/thinketh_27.html' title='the Thinketh'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684845873533067686.post-470836582955313669</id><published>2010-03-27T09:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:03:26.639+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prelude'/><title type='text'>The Prelude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, this is not the first, but a rebirth. Its a long time since i originally had a&amp;nbsp;blog, hardly could remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;But things have changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I'll try to keep posting good things i like and keep voicing&amp;nbsp;my &lt;strong&gt;eternal abode&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684845873533067686-470836582955313669?l=dicksonaquar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/470836582955313669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5684845873533067686/posts/default/470836582955313669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicksonaquar.blogspot.com/2010/03/prelude.html' title='The Prelude'/><author><name>D'Aquar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X2OhAq6xnWc/TAy7FsSWedI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ybHjq2NIug0/S220/OAAAABGSvfvqUiiY_QwMXS_vzoR6iFMnJvWtrgqs3jnOcqCnwKtZHBLWxmKLzmzvqSMKdlZTXig-z9JBPGxxPHzSf8QAm1T1UIw9Fs8nl1uWMd6AeBpZeBzdeOgY.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
