<?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-3964756365887266897</id><updated>2012-02-09T01:13:14.221+05:30</updated><title type='text'>11G Creations</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Do you like Dreams?

If yes,check out for the Dreams Unlimited Section. Traverse thru the months from June 2009 - It all started back then...&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-5096070375043554490</id><published>2011-06-07T15:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:10:21.485+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nokia – Burning Platform</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nokia CEO Stephen Elop’s memo to employees showing them the hard facts…!! Showing the way Apple and Google almost killed the dominating mobile player. Its good to see a CEO being true with his biggest asset – The employees. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hello there,   &lt;br /&gt;There is a pertinent story about a man who was working on an oil platform in the North Sea. He woke up one night from a loud explosion, which suddenly set his entire oil platform on fire. In mere moments, he was surrounded by flames. Through the smoke and heat, he barely made his way out of the chaos to the platform's edge. When he looked down over the edge, all he could see were the dark, cold, foreboding Atlantic waters.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;As the fire approached him, the man had mere seconds to react. He could stand on the platform, and inevitably be consumed by the burning flames. Or, he could plunge 30 meters in to the freezing waters. The man was standing upon a &amp;quot;burning platform,&amp;quot; and he needed to make a choice.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He decided to jump. It was unexpected. In ordinary circumstances, the man would never consider plunging into icy waters. But these were not ordinary times - his platform was on fire. The man survived the fall and the waters. After he was rescued, he noted that a &amp;quot;burning platform&amp;quot; caused a radical change in his behaviour.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We too, are standing on a &amp;quot;burning platform,&amp;quot; and we must decide how we are going to change our behaviour.   &lt;br /&gt;Over the past few months, I've shared with you what I've heard from our shareholders, operators, developers, suppliers and from you. Today, I'm going to share what I've learned and what I have come to believe.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have learned that we are standing on a burning platform.   &lt;br /&gt;And, we have more than one explosion - we have multiple points of scorching heat that are fuelling a blazing fire around us.    &lt;br /&gt;For example, there is intense heat coming from our competitors, more rapidly than we ever expected. Apple disrupted the market by redefining the smartphone and attracting developers to a closed, but very powerful ecosystem.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In 2008, Apple's market share in the $300+ price range was 25 percent; by 2010 it escalated to 61 percent. They are enjoying a tremendous growth trajectory with a 78 percent earnings growth year over year in Q4 2010. Apple demonstrated that if designed well, consumers would buy a high-priced phone with a great experience and developers would build applications. They changed the game, and today, Apple owns the high-end range.   &lt;br /&gt;And then, there is Android. In about two years, Android created a platform that attracts application developers, service providers and hardware manufacturers. Android came in at the high-end, they are now winning the mid-range, and quickly they are going downstream to phones under €100. Google has become a gravitational force, drawing much of the industry's innovation to its core.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let's not forget about the low-end price range. In 2008, MediaTek supplied complete reference designs for phone chipsets, which enabled manufacturers in the Shenzhen region of China to produce phones at an unbelievable pace. By some accounts, this ecosystem now produces more than one third of the phones sold globally - taking share from us in emerging markets.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;While competitors poured flames on our market share, what happened at Nokia? We fell behind, we missed big trends, and we lost time. At that time, we thought we were making the right decisions; but, with the benefit of hindsight, we now find ourselves years behind.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The first iPhone shipped in 2007, and we still don't have a product that is close to their experience. Android came on the scene just over 2 years ago, and this week they took our leadership position in smartphone volumes. Unbelievable.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We have some brilliant sources of innovation inside Nokia, but we are not bringing it to market fast enough. We thought MeeGo would be a platform for winning high-end smartphones. However, at this rate, by the end of 2011, we might have only one MeeGo product in the market.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;At the midrange, we have Symbian. It has proven to be non-competitive in leading markets like North America. Additionally, Symbian is proving to be an increasingly difficult environment in which to develop to meet the continuously expanding consumer requirements, leading to slowness in product development and also creating a disadvantage when we seek to take advantage of new hardware platforms. As a result, if we continue like before, we will get further and further behind, while our competitors advance further and further ahead.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;At the lower-end price range, Chinese OEMs are cranking out a device much faster than, as one Nokia employee said only partially in jest, &amp;quot;the time that it takes us to polish a PowerPoint presentation.&amp;quot; They are fast, they are cheap, and they are challenging us.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And the truly perplexing aspect is that we're not even fighting with the right weapons. We are still too often trying to approach each price range on a device-to-device basis.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The battle of devices has now become a war of ecosystems, where ecosystems include not only the hardware and software of the device, but developers, applications, ecommerce, advertising, search, social applications, location-based services, unified communications and many other things. Our competitors aren't taking our market share with devices; they are taking our market share with an entire ecosystem. This means we're going to have to decide how we either build, catalyse or join an ecosystem.   &lt;br /&gt;This is one of the decisions we need to make. In the meantime, we've lost market share, we've lost mind share and we've lost time.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On Tuesday, Standard &amp;amp; Poor's informed that they will put our A long term and A-1 short term ratings on negative credit watch. This is a similar rating action to the one that Moody's took last week. Basically it means that during the next few weeks they will make an analysis of Nokia, and decide on a possible credit rating downgrade. Why are these credit agencies contemplating these changes? Because they are concerned about our competitiveness.   &lt;br /&gt;Consumer preference for Nokia declined worldwide. In the UK, our brand preference has slipped to 20 percent, which is 8 percent lower than last year. That means only 1 out of 5 people in the UK prefer Nokia to other brands. It's also down in the other markets, which are traditionally our strongholds: Russia, Germany, Indonesia, UAE, and on and on and on.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;How did we get to this point? Why did we fall behind when the world around us evolved?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is what I have been trying to understand. I believe at least some of it has been due to our attitude inside Nokia. We poured gasoline on our own burning platform. I believe we have lacked accountability and leadership to align and direct the company through these disruptive times. We had a series of misses. We haven't been delivering innovation fast enough. We're not collaborating internally.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nokia, our platform is burning.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We are working on a path forward -- a path to rebuild our market leadership. When we share the new strategy on February 11, it will be a huge effort to transform our company. But, I believe that together, we can face the challenges ahead of us. Together, we can choose to define our future.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The burning platform, upon which the man found himself, caused the man to shift his behavior, and take a bold and brave step into an uncertain future. He was able to tell his story. Now, we have a great opportunity to do the same.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stephen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-5096070375043554490?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/5096070375043554490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=5096070375043554490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5096070375043554490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5096070375043554490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2011/06/nokia-burning-platform.html' title='Nokia – Burning Platform'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-1551615338971196031</id><published>2011-06-01T22:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:29:39.919+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Man v/s Perfect Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; A very old story I recollected… No hard feelings, its just for fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met.    &lt;br /&gt;After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding.     &lt;br /&gt;Their life together was, of course, perfect.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help. There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Soon they were driving along delivering the toys. Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Only one of them survived the accident.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; Who was the survivor?     &lt;br /&gt;(Scroll down for the answer. 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She's the only one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man.     &lt;br /&gt;**** Women stop reading here, that is the end of the joke.     &lt;br /&gt;**** Men keep scrolling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the woman must have been driving. This explains why there was a car accident.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way, if you're a woman and you're still reading, this illustrates another point: Women never listen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-1551615338971196031?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/1551615338971196031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=1551615338971196031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1551615338971196031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1551615338971196031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect-man-vs-perfect-woman.html' title='Perfect Man v/s Perfect Woman'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-6536043303103045343</id><published>2011-05-30T19:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:09:32.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How do I change my name on Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I get this question many times, so I thought better document it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a)&lt;/strong&gt; Login to your twitter account from the twitter website (&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com"&gt;http://www.twitter.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b)&lt;/strong&gt; Once logged in, click on your name, displayed on the top right corner and select &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Settings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c)&lt;/strong&gt;This would take you to your &lt;strong&gt;Account&lt;/strong&gt; settings page. Change the value in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Username&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; field to the new username you prefer.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d)&lt;/strong&gt; Scroll down and click on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You have now successfully changed your username.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes: After changing your username      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All your tweets will be intact.     &lt;br /&gt;All your followers will be intact.     &lt;br /&gt;All the people you follow will be intact too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hope this helps you. Please feel free to leave a comment if this helped you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-6536043303103045343?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/6536043303103045343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=6536043303103045343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6536043303103045343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6536043303103045343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-do-i-change-my-name-on-twitter.html' title='How do I change my name on Twitter'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3547357249324349021</id><published>2011-05-13T22:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:18:27.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few Lessons for Life…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Writing after a gap of more than 7 months. Life,Work and Travel has kept me busy. It’s good to be back and continuing from were I left…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some stories I have read/heard from various places/people. Don’t know the real authors. Just sharing them… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story 2&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;All are significant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During my second month of management school, our professor gave us an exam. I breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: &amp;quot;What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was thin, dark-haired and in her 40s, but how would I know her name? I never felt a need to interact with her. I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our exam grade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Absolutely,&amp;quot; said the professor. &amp;quot;In your life and careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'Hello, How are you doing'.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I've never forgotten that lesson. I also found out her name was Uma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3547357249324349021?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3547357249324349021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3547357249324349021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3547357249324349021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3547357249324349021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-lessons-for-life.html' title='Few Lessons for Life…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-837033621796783310</id><published>2010-10-25T00:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:40:01.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Few Lessons for Life…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some stories I have read/heard from various places/people. Don’t know the real authors. Just sharing them… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story 1&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;b&gt;Treat each customer equally&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When an ice cream sundae cost much less than now, a 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat down at a table. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;How much is an ice cream sundae?&amp;quot; he asked.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;50 cents&amp;quot; replied the waitress.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?&amp;quot; he inquired.     &lt;br /&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. &amp;quot;35 cents&amp;quot; she rudely replied.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The little boy again counted his coins.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I'll have the plain ice cream&amp;quot; he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.     &lt;br /&gt;When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were 15 cents.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Treat people equally and unbiased.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for reading and keep checking this space, will be posting few more short stories. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-837033621796783310?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/837033621796783310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=837033621796783310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/837033621796783310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/837033621796783310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/10/few-lessons-for-life.html' title='Few Lessons for Life…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-8188689344656103822</id><published>2010-08-31T19:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-31T19:43:02.384+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Here is a nice article I read and thought to share with all. I’m not aware of the original author this. All credits to him/her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No one can make you serve customers well. That's because great service is a choice.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Harvey Mackay, tells a wonderful story about a cab driver that proved this point. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing Harvey noticed was that the taxi was polished to a bright shine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and rounded the car to open the back passenger door for Harvey . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He handed my friend a laminated card and said:    &lt;br /&gt;“I'm Wally, your driver. While I'm loading your bags in the trunk I'd like you to read my mission statement.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Taken aback, Harvey read the card. It said: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wally's Mission Statement:&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;“To get my customers to their destination in the quickest, safest and cheapest way possible in a friendly environment.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This blew Harvey away. Especially when he noticed that the inside of the cab matched the outside. Spotlessly clean! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As he slid behind the wheel, Wally said, 'Would you like a cup of coffee? I have a thermos of regular and one of decaf.' &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My friend said jokingly, 'No, I'd prefer a soft drink.' &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wally smiled and said, 'No problem. I have a cooler up front with regular and Diet Coke, water and orange juice.' &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Almost stuttering, Harvey said, 'I'll take a Diet Coke.'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Handing him his drink, Wally said, 'If you'd like something to read, I&amp;#160; have The Wall Street Journal, Time, Sports Illustrated and USA Today.' &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As they were pulling away, Wally handed my friend another laminated card, -&amp;#160; 'These are the stations I get and the music they play, if you'd like to listen to the radio.' &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And as if that weren't enough, Wally told Harvey that he had the air conditioning on and asked if the temperature was comfortable for him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then he advised Harvey of the best route to his destination for that time of day. He also let him know that he'd be happy to chat and tell him about some of the sights or, if Harvey preferred, to leave him with his own thoughts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;'Tell me, Wally,' my amazed friend asked the driver, 'have you always served customers like this?'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wally smiled into the rear view mirror. 'No, not always. In fact, it's only been in the last two years. My first five years driving, I spent most of my time complaining like all the rest of the cabbies do. Then I heard the personal growth guru, Wayne Dyer, on the radio one day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He had just written a book called - “You'll See It When You Believe It”. Dyer said that if you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you'll rarely disappoint yourself. He said, 'Stop complaining! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Differentiate yourself from your competition. Don't be a duck. Be an eagle. “Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.'' &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;'That hit me right between the eyes,' said Wally. 'Dyer was really talking about me. I was always quacking and complaining, so I decided to change my attitude and become an eagle. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I looked around at the other cabs and their drivers. The cabs were dirty, the drivers were unfriendly, and the customers were unhappy. So I decided to make some changes. I put in a few at a time. When my customers responded well, I did more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;'I take it that has paid off for you,' Harvey said. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;'It sure has,' Wally replied. 'My first year as an eagle, I doubled my income from the previous year. This year I'll probably quadruple it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You were lucky to get me today. I don't sit at cabstands anymore. My customers call me for appointments on my cell phone or leave a message on my answering machine. If I can't pick them up myself, I get a reliable cabbie friend to do it and I take a piece of the action.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wally was phenomenal. He was running a limo service out of a Yellow Cab. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've probably told that story to more than fifty cab drivers over the years, and only two took the idea and ran with it. Whenever I go to their cities, I give them a call. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The rest of the drivers quacked like ducks and told me all the reasons they couldn't do any of what I was suggesting. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wally the Cab Driver made a different choice. He decided to stop quacking like ducks and start soaring like eagles. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;How about us? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Smile, and the whole world smiles with you... The ball is in our hands! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A man reaps what he sows. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up... let us do good to all people. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar….!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m just sharing this and not aware of the origin of this story. All credits goes to the original author. Republishing any items on this blog without the writers permission will be considered as violation of copyright acts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-8188689344656103822?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/8188689344656103822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=8188689344656103822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8188689344656103822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8188689344656103822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/08/ducks-quack-eagles-soar.html' title='Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-868358436345936828</id><published>2010-06-07T16:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:10:25.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More Pics from Manila – Rizal Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Few more pics from Manila – Rizal Park – Another great place to visit when in Manila. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:8e6ea42c-7d17-4581-94ac-bcd26ac13fa5" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-7957aa4e13235aa1.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=7957AA4E13235AA1!173&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View Rizal Park" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/TAzMlufjgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/c-5KPluxE8c/InlineRepresentation1c301e5b-9607-4d6a-acbc-005f40a81ef4%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-7957aa4e13235aa1.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=7957AA4E13235AA1!173&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&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/3964756365887266897-868358436345936828?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/868358436345936828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=868358436345936828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/868358436345936828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/868358436345936828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-pics-from-manila-rizal-park.html' title='More Pics from Manila – Rizal Park'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/TAzMlufjgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/c-5KPluxE8c/s72-c/InlineRepresentation1c301e5b-9607-4d6a-acbc-005f40a81ef4%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-6306465576285674500</id><published>2010-05-26T16:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:49:35.547+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - I Got Killed…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream 24&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;I Got Killed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After quiet a long time I’m back with another dream.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I dreamed of me working in a cram school. During the lunch time, my friend G was waiting for me outside and its raining. We two walking under one umbrella and then I meet another friend of mine M. I told G – “Sorry, I cant come with you”&amp;#160; And I went with M. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Me and M went to a sea food restaurant. As soon as we enter the restaurant we saw the crab, shells and other fish where hanging on the walls. And I said - “No don’t eat here, it’s weird…” But he insisted to look around and we went upstairs and upstairs. There were so many floors. I kept going up faster then him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I reached the top, I found one old guy is moving some rocks and trying to block the stairs. I said - “Heyyy I am here, I have to get down.”&amp;#160; But he didn't even look at me, he kept moving the rocks to the stairs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I jumped off the rock and my friend was still looking at those seafoods on the wall. Then suddenly – Boooooooooooooom..!!!!!!!    &lt;br /&gt;and I was killed. The whole building exploded and I was killed. Someone took my body home.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I opened my eyes, I knew - I was a ghost. My family were all in living room. I went to them said - “Hey, I’m dead….”&amp;#160; But they don't seem to bother - My brother keeps watching TV…… My Dad keeps drinking tea…… and My Mom just walked away like she does not care…...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;And I just know my sister did it…. She killed me…. She set the bomb....&amp;#160; I just came to know it now. I walked to her - her face looked so different in dream - more beautiful!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just walked to her and slapped her.. slapped her two times&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;and said - “How can you kill me…!!! You ruined my life...!!!”     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I made a call to M to see if he is dead too? It was his friend who answered me, he said - “No M is not dead, but lot of injuries but he will recover.” Then I said - “Ok tell him - I'm dead……”&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; And I hang up the phone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then my boss in cram school called me and I was hesitating, if I should answer. Because I know I have to get back to work -- but I’m dead now. I was thinking what excuse to say to my boss. Then I picked the phone and pretend I'm the mother and said -“Oh she fainted away.. when she get sober I will ask her to go back to work.“    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the dream ends…&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me. Republishing any items on this blog without the writers permission will be considered as violation of copyright acts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-6306465576285674500?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/6306465576285674500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=6306465576285674500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6306465576285674500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6306465576285674500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams-unlimited-i-got-killed.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - I Got Killed…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-1744012585337756609</id><published>2010-05-12T12:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:45:52.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Manila…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some of the pictures I took @ Manila Ocean Park.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A must visit place, when in Manila. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manila Ocean Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:8afbca4e-3de3-4399-9f07-f9943e637edc" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-7957aa4e13235aa1.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=7957AA4E13235AA1!150&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View Manila Ocean Park" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/S-pVpRgGuqI/AAAAAAAAADE/3pOZYGa7x9I/InlineRepresentationf26e633a-4b8b-4ad2-9c7e-747b815fd0a0%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-7957aa4e13235aa1.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=7957AA4E13235AA1!150&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Will be posting more pics.. Keep watching…!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-1744012585337756609?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/1744012585337756609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=1744012585337756609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1744012585337756609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1744012585337756609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-from-manila_12.html' title='Pictures from Manila…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/S-pVpRgGuqI/AAAAAAAAADE/3pOZYGa7x9I/s72-c/InlineRepresentationf26e633a-4b8b-4ad2-9c7e-747b815fd0a0%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-906090724157806985</id><published>2010-03-13T16:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-13T16:50:13.208+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thinking - Man vs Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little story we discussed on a Saturday nite gathering that shows the essential differences between a man and a woman. Don't know the origin…!!! Please read it unbiased - No offenses to any gender.. !!! It just a 3rd dimension view. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let's say a guy named Rudy is attracted to a woman named Angela. He asks her out to a movie. She accepts, they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Angela, and without really thinking, she says it: &amp;quot;Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then there is silence in the car. &lt;strong&gt;To Angela&lt;/strong&gt;, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geezz, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship, maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Rudy is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; Wohhh. Six months.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Angela is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; But hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward. I mean, where are we going? Are we heading towards a marriage? Towards children? Towards a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Rudy is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; So that means it was…. let's see.. February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means… lemme check the odometer… Wohhh..! I am way overdue for an oil change.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Angela is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment. Maybe he has sensed even before I sensed it. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Rudy is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; And I'm gonna have them look at this transmission again. It's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. It's 28 degrees celsius out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid them a huge amount.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Angela is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Rudy is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; They'll probably say it's only a limited warranty. Crap..That's exactly what they're going to say.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Angela is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a ‘prince charming’ to come riding up on his ‘white horse’. When here I'm, sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who also seems to truly care about me. And I put him in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Rudy is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their ......&amp;#160; I’m the customer, I will teach them their basic lesson - “Customer is always Right”. Ok, I’m ready for this.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Angela says aloud - “Rudyyy”.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Ughh.. What? Tell me&amp;quot; says Rudy, looking shocked.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Please don't torture yourself like this,&amp;quot; she says,&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Maybe I should never have.” her eyes are slowly filling up with tears.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Rudy says - “Huh, What?”    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I'm such a fool,&amp;quot; Angela sobs. &amp;quot;I mean, I know there's no prince charming. I really know that. It's silly. There's no prince, and there's no horse.&amp;quot;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Rudy says - &amp;quot;Huh.. There's no H-O-R-S-E ?&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;quot;You think I'm a fool, don't you?&amp;quot; Angela says.    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No no no.. !!&amp;quot; says Rudy     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Angela says - &amp;quot;It's just that . . . I need some time”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There is a 10-second pause while Rudy, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hmm.. Yes,&amp;quot; he says.     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, Rudy, do you really feel that way?&amp;quot; she says.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rudy is again confused thinking he answered that one wrong)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; He says&amp;#160; - “Wa.. What way ?”.     &lt;br /&gt;Angela says - &amp;quot;That way about ‘time’, that I need some time&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, yaa, yes yes, I think you should&amp;quot; says Rudy.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Angela turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a h-o-r-s-e,&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; he is doomed again..)&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;She says - &amp;quot;Thank you, Rudy..!!&amp;quot;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you..&amp;quot; says Rudy.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then he takes her home. &lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt; goes straight to her restroom and then on her bed. A disturbed and conflicted soul, and weeps until dawn. Whereas when &lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt; gets back home, he opens a packet of Lays (&lt;em&gt;I love that stuff ehh..&lt;/em&gt;), fires up the&amp;#160; internet on his Laptop, and immediately becomes deeply involved on mails/news/twitter/online friends. A tiny voice in his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next day &lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt; will call her best friend, or maybe two of them, and they will come over and talk about this situation for six to seven straight hours, probably over an icecream bucket and lot of tissue papers. In all detail, they will analyze everything ‘she said’ and everything ‘he said’, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture and meanings, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile one day, &lt;strong&gt;Rudy&lt;/strong&gt;, while meeting up with a mutual friend of his and Angela’s, will pause just and say:     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Raj, &lt;strong&gt;Did Angela ever own a horse&lt;/strong&gt;?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) Hope you enjoyed the view…. Wanna think a bit next time you fall into a similar situation. Thinking of 2 people could be way different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-906090724157806985?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/906090724157806985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=906090724157806985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/906090724157806985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/906090724157806985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/03/thinking-man-vs-woman.html' title='Thinking - Man vs Woman'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7764063313075756785</id><published>2010-02-17T18:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:57:27.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Woman Goes To The Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read this and thought should be shared. No offence to all lovely girls over there. Take it light… :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A woman goes to the doctor, beaten black and blue. . . . .   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; What happened?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman: &lt;/strong&gt;Doctor, I don't know what to do. Every time my husband comes home from the pub he beats me to a pulp....    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; I have really good medicine against that: When your husband comes home from the pub, just take a tiny straw and sip an ice cold 2 litre bottle of cold-drink&amp;#160; dry.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 weeks later she comes back to the doctor and looks reborn and fresh again.&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Doc, that was a brilliant idea! Every time my husband came home drunk I sipped a 2 litre Coke empty and he never touched me.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&amp;#160; &lt;/strong&gt;You see how keeping your mouth shut helps!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7764063313075756785?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7764063313075756785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7764063313075756785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7764063313075756785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7764063313075756785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/02/woman-goes-to-doctor.html' title='A Woman Goes To The Doctor'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-8906086402884502629</id><published>2010-02-16T18:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:47:55.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bored @ Work…? Go Creative…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What to do when you are bored at work….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kill a few flies. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Put them in the sun to dry for one hour &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Once they are dry, pick a pencil and paper… Let your imagination flow. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are few examples….. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/S3qatsNcVsI/AAAAAAAAABo/MYwE56Pqgog/s1600-h/image001%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="image001" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="211" alt="image001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/S3qau1Yl3II/AAAAAAAAABs/DJwjW6t_n6g/image001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/S3qawIT8dII/AAAAAAAAABw/ee827hUq9JU/s1600-h/image002%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="image002" style="border-top-width: 0px; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes me wonder though… Where does someone’s workplace have so many flies...&amp;#160; hmmmm…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-8906086402884502629?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/8906086402884502629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=8906086402884502629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8906086402884502629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8906086402884502629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored-work-go-creative.html' title='Bored @ Work…? Go Creative…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/S3qau1Yl3II/AAAAAAAAABs/DJwjW6t_n6g/s72-c/image001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3823294562160957008</id><published>2010-02-14T07:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:37:53.139+05:30</updated><title type='text'>St. Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Wishing all my visitors a &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Happy &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Valentines&lt;/font&gt; Day…!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3823294562160957008?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3823294562160957008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3823294562160957008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3823294562160957008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3823294562160957008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/02/st-valentines-day.html' title='St. Valentines Day'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-1179348206847609419</id><published>2010-02-07T07:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:47:27.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One Life, Live it…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everything you know is bullshit. Death isn't real. Life is just a dream. Enjoy yourself. Stop worrying. Stop being scared. Go after what you want, even if what you want seems beyond the realm of possibility.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Make it happen. You are god here on Earth, whoever you are. Even if you have to crawl out of the dirt to make it happen, you CAN make it happen. Never surrender to your own fear and never lose the energy you have inside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;There is no god, there is no ending, there is only just here and now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-1179348206847609419?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/1179348206847609419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=1179348206847609419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1179348206847609419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1179348206847609419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-life-live-it.html' title='One Life, Live it…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-8425523171937561960</id><published>2010-01-07T19:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:38:03.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - A Horse Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream 23 – A Horse Ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I dreamt that - I was riding a horse, but I was so afraid because I don’t know how to ride a horse, but that horse was a smart one. It never made me fall.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;While riding I took a baby from the street and hold it with me because some people were hurting her. Then after few hops I took a woman too. Due to this lot of&amp;#160; people were chasing me. I see some soldiers chasing me.... but they are creepy, they are the ancient time soldiers, they looked like they are from some dynasty. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The horse took me to a small community and we lived there. I notice - The baby grew a lot when we arrive there and become a little girl (&lt;em&gt;strange baby huh…).&lt;/em&gt; We lived in a small house in the community. There were some soldiers living at downstairs. These soldiers were friendly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I find something green in our house...I don't know what it is but… something green and&amp;#160; someone told the soldier that we got green thing in the house.&amp;#160; They are so angry, and&amp;#160; said - “we are all going to be killed, because green is sin..” Their dynasty hated green things. And I started running again….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the way suddenly the same smart horse appeared and told me to climb on him. The horse started taking us (me and the little girl, I don't know where did the woman I picked up vanished). Now the horse took us to a another community – I see a lot of people gathered at the entrance with garlands and some fruits/food. One very old looking guy came to greet us, as if he was expecting us…. I felt strange…&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He introduced himself as the head of this community. He took me around the community and showed the houses – it was all simple houses made of wood, but looking very beautiful, because all people around there was happy and cheerful. I asked him - “Is green sin here ?”&amp;#160; He gave me a strange look and said – what green, what sin...&amp;#160; What you talking about? I said – Nevermind and we moved on..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then he took us to a house and told this is a special house and we present this house to you. To me it looked similar to all other houses. So I asked the old man – What is special about this house. He says - “This is the only house with a door bell and a lock…” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was surprised to see a community where people didn't use doorbell and locks.. thinking this I entered the house and lay on the soft bed… and after sometime I hear the door bell ringing.. I was too tired from riding so long on the house… I did not wanted to get up…. But it kept ringing louder and louder and louder….. and it broke my sleep (the real sleep and my dream….) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my dream ends…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I woke up into real world – My Door Bell was &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; ringing… What surprised me more was when I opened the door – I see an old man looking similar face, like the one I saw in dream standing at my door (but he was wearing pants/shirt unlike the one in dream who wore an ancient dress….). He wanted to ask me directions to some place he wanted to go…&amp;#160; I helped him with direction and he told me - Thanks and&amp;#160; “Sorry to disturb your dream” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange rite… dreams merging to reality….. I’m always astonished by the world for dreams….&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me. Republishing any items on this blog without the writers permission will be considered as violation of copyright acts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-8425523171937561960?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/8425523171937561960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=8425523171937561960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8425523171937561960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8425523171937561960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-unlimited-being-chased-till-i.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - A Horse Ride'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3136400268400909689</id><published>2010-01-01T10:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:44:16.374+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hello Everyone – Thanks for all your support which took the Visitor Count to 1000+ on this blog.. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wishing All my readers and followers&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;“Happy New Year - 2010.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is time to rest the past and start for new beginnings, new life, new hopes, new wishes.&amp;#160; But in this hustle of new things, don't forget the learning's from the past, don't forget the people and resources that made your past a wonderful and happy place to be.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;May this year take you to new heights of success, happiness, glory and peace prevail every where. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wishing again a Happy New Year…………!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3136400268400909689?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3136400268400909689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3136400268400909689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3136400268400909689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3136400268400909689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-434225196366086578</id><published>2009-12-30T17:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:49:42.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - Being Chased Till I Pee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream 22 – Being Chased Till I Pee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a long time my special person has shared some dreams with me. Trying to write it now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dream starts with me and my friend Anita in a woman shop. It is Anita’s shop. I just go there to help her out in the shop. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;One guy came to return some item he purchased and wanted refund. I look at his receipt and told him – no way, because its been 7days and return policy is effective only for 7 days. So no refund after a week. But he insisted on getting his refund. I said –” No no no… Never..” He got angry and I screamed at him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He got pissed off because of this and suddenly he shot a thick needle to Anita’s face, on her cheek. Then she cried out to me – “Oh my god this guy is a Mafiaaa…. Run, run…” I started running…. He and his guys started chasing me and oh my god –Anita is already dead, after she got that shot :( &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I started running fast and they were chasing me behind. Everywhere I ran, the people there got the same shot and all are dead..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;They were amazing, they shot the needle at the same time and&amp;#160; which came flying to the target’s cheek perfectly… and landed on the same place on the cheek.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I kept running, I saw a school and&amp;#160; ran to a classroom, pretending I’m one of the students there. But they knew I’m there, and they shot all the students, except me. I managed to run and escape again, I'm lucky again . I saw Anita's tomb on the way   &lt;br /&gt;and kept running. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I saw a toilet, I took off my pants and started to pee, damn… I did really pee,&amp;#160; which broke my sleep and then I woke up screaming and ran to my toilet cause I felt myself almost peeing in real on bed…. haha haha…. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my dream ends…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me. Republishing any items on this blog without the writers permission will be considered as violation of copyright acts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-434225196366086578?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/434225196366086578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=434225196366086578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/434225196366086578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/434225196366086578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreams-unlimited-being-chased-till-i.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - Being Chased Till I Pee'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-5766344017455631356</id><published>2009-12-27T06:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-27T06:54:30.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My First Dream - 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Welcome to all new followers on the blog… Its great to see people joining in. Inspires me to write more, write often….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas….. and looking forward to a Happy New Year…!!! My wishes to all my followers and the readers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Its been long I have penned something, mostly due to the busy schedule. Well what’s a more better way to restart by sharing ‘My own’ dream :) Wondering whose dreams where those that I wrote earlier? Well then, maybe you missed to read the disclaimer in them. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When the dream starts I find myself between a crowd of people. They are all busy doing their own personal stuff – Some where talking on cell phone, some were talking to each other, Some were reading book.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I see one person is running towards me. He got something in his hands, look like a paper/note. He reaches me and hands over that paper to me and says, the king has send this for me. I was shocked to hear about a king in the era of cell phones… :)&amp;#160; I ask him, oh where is king. He point far away and says – you can see there… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I see a bright light coming from the the side and I see a kingly looking guy walks out and calls me near him. Once I reach him he says – now read the note in the paper. I go ahead and look at the the note, I feel a jitter, a shake while reading the note and my dream breaks…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I hope I can continue this dream and I can read what exactly was written over there in the note. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Keep watching……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; These are my personal dreams, Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Republishing any items on this blog without the writers permission will be considered as violation of copyright acts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-5766344017455631356?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/5766344017455631356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=5766344017455631356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5766344017455631356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5766344017455631356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-dream.html' title='My First Dream'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3951162238023115480</id><published>2009-12-22T14:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:53:48.794+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade to Camfrog v5.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Camfrog Released new version. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Upgrade to Camfrog v5.4 -&amp;gt; &lt;a title="http://download.camfrog.com/" href="http://download.camfrog.com/"&gt;http://download.camfrog.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3951162238023115480?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3951162238023115480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3951162238023115480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3951162238023115480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3951162238023115480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/12/upgrade-to-camfrog-v54.html' title='Upgrade to Camfrog v5.4'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-4788532739396379942</id><published>2009-12-12T09:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:06:14.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Follow me on Twitter - rudyrudraaksh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Follow me on Twitter - &lt;a title="http://twitter.com/rudyrudraaksh" href="http://twitter.com/rudyrudraaksh"&gt;http://twitter.com/rudyrudraaksh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-4788532739396379942?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/4788532739396379942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=4788532739396379942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/4788532739396379942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/4788532739396379942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/12/follow-me-on-twitter-rudyrudraaksh.html' title='Follow me on Twitter - rudyrudraaksh'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7129733587160963967</id><published>2009-11-30T13:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:47:19.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Google Wave Invites…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi Guys and Gals, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have few Google Wave invites. If you need them please let me know via adding comments to this blog, with your email id. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thanks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rudy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7129733587160963967?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7129733587160963967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7129733587160963967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7129733587160963967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7129733587160963967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/11/google-wave-invites.html' title='Google Wave Invites…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7882548326528331584</id><published>2009-11-30T08:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:20:00.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Received Google Wave Account….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wooohoooooo…. Finally I received my Google Wave ID (&lt;a href="http://wave.google.com"&gt;http://wave.google.com&lt;/a&gt;) today. Wave is really awesome. It sure will change the way we communicate and collaborate in today’s world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I would call it as re-engineered email, which is extremely powerful and opens up the new dimension to existing email system. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stay tuned, I will keep writing my experiences with Google Wave as time passes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Awesome job Google…..!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Rudy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7882548326528331584?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7882548326528331584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7882548326528331584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7882548326528331584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7882548326528331584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/11/received-google-wave-account.html' title='Received Google Wave Account….'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7921730027900412555</id><published>2009-11-13T10:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:26:11.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Color Codes…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/Svzmw-HkJHI/AAAAAAAAABg/VgBrZDxw_3M/s1600-h/colorcodes%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="colorcodes" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="508" alt="colorcodes" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/Svzm6hMTLsI/AAAAAAAAABk/k_GSv1S_eNY/colorcodes_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="437" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7921730027900412555?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7921730027900412555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7921730027900412555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7921730027900412555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7921730027900412555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/11/color-codes.html' title='Color Codes…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/Svzm6hMTLsI/AAAAAAAAABk/k_GSv1S_eNY/s72-c/colorcodes_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-6655437676812400435</id><published>2009-11-12T14:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:16:31.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Google unveils “Go” – New Programming Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Google – One of my favorite technology company has yet again released a breaking product - “Go” a new experimental programming language to the open source community.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;‘Go’ is an attempt by the Google to mix the web-friendly attributes of scripting languages like Python with the performance and security benefits of compiled languages like C++.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Work on Go was started two years ago. Team members include industry heavyweights Ken Thompson and Rob Pike, two of the creators of the Unix operating system, and Robert Thompson, who developed the Java HotSpot compiler.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As per Google - Go is intended to be a systems programming language for building software such as web servers and databases. Its concurrent programming model is optimised for multi-processing and multi-core-based machines.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Few lines from Google Blogs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;quot;Here at Google, we believe programming should be fast, productive, and most importantly, fun. That's why we're excited to open source an experimental new language called Go,&amp;quot; read the blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;quot;Typical builds feel instantaneous; even large binaries compile in just a few seconds. And the compiled code runs close to the speed of C. Go lets you move fast.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For more information visit &lt;a href="http://golang.org/"&gt;golang.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thanks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rudy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-6655437676812400435?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/6655437676812400435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=6655437676812400435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6655437676812400435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6655437676812400435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/11/google-unveils-go-new-programming.html' title='Google unveils “Go” – New Programming Language'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-6681130319158302153</id><published>2009-10-06T16:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:11:14.072+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I’m Back…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m back from travel. It has been an exhaustive, yet fun filled trip. I’m sure I have missed many things. Trying to catch up on them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thanks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-6681130319158302153?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/6681130319158302153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=6681130319158302153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6681130319158302153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6681130319158302153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back.html' title='I’m Back…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7167275694143800173</id><published>2009-08-30T20:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:58:01.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Travelling...</title><content type='html'>I'm travelling....!! South East Asia...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7167275694143800173?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7167275694143800173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7167275694143800173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7167275694143800173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7167275694143800173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-travelling.html' title='Travelling...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3813697058206713632</id><published>2009-08-08T09:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:12:41.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking for New Operator(s) and Owner(s)  [Closed]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;We are looking new Operators and Co-Owners for Camfrog_India_Room.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;If interested, add a comment here or message me in my Camfrog ID: Rudraaksh for further details.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3813697058206713632?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3813697058206713632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3813697058206713632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3813697058206713632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3813697058206713632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-for-new-operators-and-owners.html' title='Looking for New Operator(s) and Owner(s)  [Closed]'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3159460059118277339</id><published>2009-07-31T09:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:36:05.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>July, that went by…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Its been almost a month I wrote something here. Let me start by welcoming the new follower of the blog - &lt;strong&gt;Ruaim Rabbie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It has been a very busy month. Specially from the work front with lot of org changes, management visits, travel, performance appraisals. On the personal front – Elections in our area, family functions and more…. Woooffff, that’s a lot of stuff to handle in 30 days, maybe that's why they made 1 day extra for this month and made July as 31days. :)&amp;#160; And some of these things that kept me busy are still running and being carried forward to next month. Didn’t realize how fast this month went by. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The only refreshing things in the month were - the little rains, the interesting travels, few hours spend at CF and the good way to end a month - some monetary benefits that came in yesterday :) (no I'm not talking about salary here) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A new month is going to start tomorrow and I will be still running busy, got a lot of stuff on my plate from the work front. Expecting August to bring in some good news…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a great weekend…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3159460059118277339?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3159460059118277339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3159460059118277339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3159460059118277339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3159460059118277339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-that-went-by.html' title='July, that went by…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7987856725616787456</id><published>2009-07-10T13:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:02:47.167+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Friends…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hi Friends – Its glad to see the visitor count increase on the blog and the same with the followers counts. I would like to welcome the new followers:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Fairy, Andy48, Sriram, Wholesaler, Chiranan and Nicolas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I would also like to personally thank my friends “&lt;strong&gt;Rijas, Pradeep, Anupam, Ankit&lt;/strong&gt;” for being the initial followers to the blog.&amp;#160; I wanna thank all of you and those unknown visitors for following the blog and I hope I can give you more dreams that you will enjoy reading.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Its been a while that I have penned down some dreams. One of the main reason is our busy lives.. Sometimes life takes priority or pushes us to give it priority :) That's what it did to me – pushed me - I had been sick almost from a week. In addition to this coincidently my dreamer has also been busy. I hardly get time to talk to my wonderful dreamer… :) That’s again called life pushing itself to priority… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well what I’m going to say now might sound strange – When I started writing these dreams, ‘I never used to dream' at least not in sleep :) Well some of you might wonder, how can I write dreams when I don't dream myself. Hmm, the answer likes in the disclaimer of all my dreams - ‘They are not my personal dreams...’ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Things have changed a lot now – Yes, I have been dreaming.. But I’m not as good as my dreamer that I remember all of those… I’m trying hard to remember them, and its working too.. So hopefully soon I might share some of my personal dreams too. Till then enjoy the dreams of this very special person… :) I’m waiting to talk to my dreamer soon to get some new dreams… Wish me luck :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have a great weekend…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7987856725616787456?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7987856725616787456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7987856725616787456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7987856725616787456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7987856725616787456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-friends.html' title='Thank You Friends…'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7548745650281721633</id><published>2009-07-01T09:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:39:27.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited – Michael Jackson Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream 21 – Michael Jackson Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I dreamt that I have joined a dance class and my instructor is trying to teach me MJ (Ya, &lt;strong&gt;THE Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;) moves. I find it too difficult to learn… Then a black wave, like in the sea come, but it’s wave of smoke… My teacher was sinking into the smoke and he vanished. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I see real MJ emerge from the smoke, but I can see just his face, nothing else. He was doing some steps from this dance. I wanted to dance like him, but the smoke is too dark that he could see me. Then he also vanished in the smoke. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I see a shadow again, and it forms the shape of my uncle. He was dancing the MJ dance. I was freaked out. I scolded him - “Don’t dance like MJ”. He told – OK and he is also gone. But later I see him dancing again MJ moves. Then I try to learn from him. He told me - “If I’m not serious about dance, i will never learn it”. I said ok, I will be serious. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then a desk with a cake on it emerge in front of us. I asked – “Where are the candles ?”,&amp;#160; then one finger comes out from the cake. I wanted to beat the finger, but my uncle said – Don’t beat… Just burn it. Then we lit the finger and sing the song - “Happy Birthday to you….” its only me and my uncle but when we sing it, the voice sounds like lot of people are singing with us… high voice, low voice… like a chorus…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I ate the cake. But it was not very tasty, just too sweet, too much sugar. I didn't eat the cake at all, I just licked the cream and butter. Then I said to my uncle – its better to just dance. My uncle asked in a surprise tone - “What Dance ..?? what you talking about? “ as if he don't remember anything that happened before….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the dream ends….!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson – Rest In Peace.. The world will miss you…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7548745650281721633?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7548745650281721633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7548745650281721633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7548745650281721633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7548745650281721633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams-unlimited-michael-jackson-dance.html' title='Dreams Unlimited – Michael Jackson Dance'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-1900833506783460967</id><published>2009-06-25T16:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:48:12.771+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited – Couple, Kids and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dream 20 – Couple, Kids and Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I dream of a couple – one guy and his wife is Aishwariya. They were walking in the airport. The flight attendant comes and tells the guy – You are still here.. Your mom already got on the plane. Suddenly the guy gets very furious and beat the flight attendant.. beat her till her hair turns purple… Ash was just standing aside with anger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After few years their baby is born – a boy baby, but ugly looking one.&amp;#160; Suddenly another boy jump out and says to me – he is their real kid. I don't know whom to believe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then the boy kidnap me and my friend. He feed us with corn, lot of corn… and force us and we had to keep eating. Then he get a little pretty girl. She is his corn genius girl, because she takes of corn and its quality. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then one more boy emerge and say he is also the couple’s kid. He started giving speech to all and said – he will beat down the fake boy and save his grandma.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I see myself in a big taxi with my mom in turkey and our taxi hit a running horse and the taxi is broken. We try to get out of the taxi and see that the sun is very hot very hot there.. I step out from the taxi and feet get burns and I shout….. and I woke up feeling the burnt foot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-1900833506783460967?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/1900833506783460967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=1900833506783460967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1900833506783460967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1900833506783460967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-couple-kids-and-me.html' title='Dreams Unlimited – Couple, Kids and Me'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-8943915342822750626</id><published>2009-06-22T13:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:12:09.905+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited – Earth Control...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream 19 – Earth Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I dreamt that I’m controlling 4 little earths. I was sitting in the big control room with many buttons and screens with lot of stars around me, watching and monitoring the 4 little earths. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Six old men and one old woman lived in one earth. I see some sadness coming from that earth and one monitor blinks the message – “Beep Beep.. Sadness in earth # 2”. Then I went down to that earth and talk to them. They were spinning and they looked like ancient politicians.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;They stopped spinning when they saw me. All the men look like drunk. One old man and one old woman were together sitting in the floor. I went to them and found the old man is sad because he always mix up his dynasty, he don't remember which dynasty he come from. He wanted me to help him recognize his dynasty. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He started showing me the way he greets to the king. Bend down on knees towards the wall and said – Great King…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I walk next to him, he shouts - “You should also bend down, all have to bend down for king.” Then I said - “You are just giving example of how you greet king, why should I bend down?” Then he gets sad again. I told him – Ok, don't be sad, Does not matter which time or dynasty you are from, at least you are the youngest old man of all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I turn to the old woman…Dammnnn.. she was so scary and ugly looking. Her hair and face are like stripes on them. Her hairs were flying and spinning, as if there is wind around them. Looking very scary and ugly. Then she says - “I have to show you my time of dynasty also. But not the greeting, but in hair style.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then she started fixing her hair, hmmm.. like Japanese woman style. Then I see her hair became beautiful and her face&amp;#160; changed too. It was looking better now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I tell them - “Ok time for me to leave. Don’t be sad, it effects the control system. It’s difficult to travel all way from there to fix it, specially in the time of recession when globally there is a travel freeze.” &lt;em&gt;[ha ha ha ha recession in dream also.] &lt;/em&gt;Then when I’m about to leave, I find that I’m not able to get out of this earth to control other earths..oh my goodness..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I see myself rolling and laughing in my bed with my friend… and the dream ends.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-8943915342822750626?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/8943915342822750626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=8943915342822750626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8943915342822750626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8943915342822750626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-earth-control.html' title='Dreams Unlimited – Earth Control...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7836264865260059593</id><published>2009-06-21T19:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:45:17.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited – The Evil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream 18 – The Evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I dream of a girl from a comic book, jump into real life. In the comic she is a pretty girl, but when I see her in real, she is very ugly. Lets call her name as Janet. She had small waist but very scary face. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;She comes to me and says that she saved all her salary of a year and she is buying a Louis Vuitton Bag. &lt;em&gt;[For those who don’t know -Louis Vuitton (LV) is famous international fashion brand, I guess French fashion, and they are really expensive]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I said to her – Oh LV bag..!! I would rather spend all that money on food rather than LV bag. Then she open her LV bag and it was full of food :). She gave some food from her LV bag. Then I tell her – “OK, now I think your are right. You are using it for right purpose – The Food.” She had lot of food in the bag, but she never allowed me to touch her bag.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After I’m full, I go to work and hmm.. drinking water again.. Then I heard my boss and my other friends talk about Janet. I didn’t join them. I just kept drinking water and thinking – I already know who Janet is and I even ate food from her bag. And I was feeling happy about it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then my boss points his finger to me and says – “You have some evil in you. That’s why all colleagues are not feel good now.” Then I confessed to my boss that I met Janet. Boss said – Janet’s evil has come into your body. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I started working… like nothing happened till the garbage collection truck came.&amp;#160; I went to that truck, but I didn’t take the garbage with me. I just stand there and looking at the truck. Then suddenly the driver of truck comes to me says – “Ok, you garbage is collected, you can go now.” I kept thinking in my mind – “You fool man, I never brought any garbage.. ha ha ha” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I went back to my office, now my boss sees me again and tell – Oh you are back, the evil inside you is gone now….. I stand there thinking.. eh…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my dream ends…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7836264865260059593?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7836264865260059593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7836264865260059593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7836264865260059593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7836264865260059593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-evil.html' title='Dreams Unlimited – The Evil...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-966786152386068977</id><published>2009-06-19T20:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:04:24.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - The Vegetable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 17 - The Vegetable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a weird and confusing and incomplete dream.. if you still like to read... read on... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dream that I got up and staring at my closet for a long time. I see a white coat and I get scared. Then the hands of the coat move and wave at me. I get so scared that I get unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get up I find my legs become part of vegetable. And I was part of some real vegetables in a bag. My body was outside the bag and my vegetable legs where inside the bag. Then I see a girl like in the movie - "The Grudge", white skin, long hair. She climb on my body, but she was acting funny and laughing  and not scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, go to the vegetable part of the bag so that I don't have to feel your body. Then she went down my legs, the vegetable part. But she got angry... and said - These vegetables smell so bad. Then she climbs out from the bag and goes out from the window....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't remember what happened next.. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-966786152386068977?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/966786152386068977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=966786152386068977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/966786152386068977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/966786152386068977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-vegetable.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - The Vegetable...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-5578715513993073827</id><published>2009-06-17T18:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:35:34.884+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - Home Coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 16 - Home Coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today I have kind of a jumbled up dream.... read on.. I want to start off by thanking those people who have given beautiful comments on my previous dreams. I inspires me to write more. Thanks again...!!      Cut to dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of myself working in a harbor. I'm the one telling the people, if the tide is going to be High or Low... And all people near the harbor respect me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so happy with me that they try to arrange new romantic dates for me. I meet new date every night, but I don't like any of them. Then I suddenly remember that all the dates have  same face, same hairstyle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't like anyone of them, so I go to tower and watch the far away ocean and suddenly  there is a phone call... my mom calls...  and say -- "Why you are not coming back home soon? " I said - OK, I will be soon home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go to my office but I'm not working, just sitting and drinking water...  My  boss sees this and asks me , why am I not working.. I said because my mom told me to go home .. but I still didn't  go home..  My boss told ok, but don't drink so much water, we need water for others in office too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still stay in office and kept drinking water.... then I feel my bladder is full and I need to  pee... But I suddenly realize I dont know where the restroom (bathroom) is., OMG I forgot the route to it...  I run to my find someone to ask where is it.. but all people are gone, all desks are empty.. I find only one guard, I ask him where is everyone... he says- all people gone in search of water to drink... as someone drank all water in office...  I ask him - Ok, tell me where is restroom, he told he knows it, but boss has told not to tell anyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo damn in pressure....... I started running around in the office to find the restroom. myself. Suddenly a phone on one desk rings... It was my mom calling again - asking when you coming home.. I asked her -- ok do u have restroom in home ? She told - yes, of course.. I replied- ok then, i'm coming home nowwwwwwww.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hangup the phone and again the phone rings.. I was about to pick it when some sound wakes me up and I find it's my cellphone really ringing.... and guess what... it  was my mom calling ha ha ha.... :)  Sometimes the dreams are soo close to reality....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my dream ends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3964756365887266897-5578715513993073827?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/5578715513993073827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=5578715513993073827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5578715513993073827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5578715513993073827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-home-coming.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - Home Coming...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-1307330483177068190</id><published>2009-06-16T17:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:32:57.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - Naked Crab Cake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 15 - Naked Crab Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dreamed myself going out naked below waist, nothing down and looking for water. I could not find water anywhere and no one was ready to offer me some water. Then I walked to a sea shore and drank water from the sea. While drinking a stupid crab bite my lips, then I reached for a stone to beat him and said - You are a dead Crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see a old man walking on the beach, he had many clothes inside a bag. I said to him - "Why do you have so many clothes". He says - "Because no one wants to buy". Then I said to him - "Can you give me one.. I don't have anything to wear for my ass..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the old man kept the bag down and opened it.. suddenly my grandma walked out from the bag... and asked me - "you drive very fast? I had to pay a fine for you, for speeding... You should be careful when driving" . I said but I don't drive, I usually walk fast.  Grandma says - "Ya same.. Just walk and drive slow.."  Then grandma and the old man are gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see a mate of mine, she was getting her hair cut done in my uncle's house. My uncle made her hair look very ugly. But still my mate didn't complain. She just told - "I will take one cake..." from my uncle.  I said -"Oh ya.. I want cake too" But my uncle said I didn't had haircut, so I cant get cake... I was sad to hear it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see their kitchen is linking with their backyard. I waited till my mate finished the cake.. Then my uncle went to spoil other customer's hair.... I sneak into the kitchen and grab a cake and run back... While running out I dropped a glass and my uncle found I steal cake.. and he send that stupid dirty dog of his to follow me.. I ran fast thru lanes and streets.... Then suddenly road ends.. and nothing to run.. and I have to jump down to save the cake.. and I jump down fast.. and started eating my cake... and I was dropping down fast... when I finished the cake, I looked down and.. Oh shit.... I'm falling down.... I shouted -- Helpppppppppp..... Why cant we fly, oh God - make me a bird.. Now noww make fast ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my dream ends....  But I'm happy I ate the cake :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3964756365887266897-1307330483177068190?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/1307330483177068190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=1307330483177068190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1307330483177068190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1307330483177068190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-naked-crab-cake.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - Naked Crab Cake...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-2557601080567744791</id><published>2009-06-14T15:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:45:07.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - The Search...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 14 - The Search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm back with new dreams. Wondering why no dreams from last 2 days ? Well, even I don't know :) But the good news is... I have got a really long and nice dream today.. so read on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dream myself going to a hospital for eye checkup. But when I reach there, the eye doctor is not available. I was about to leave.. then the nurse says - no you stay and help us. I was scared, as I see lot of injured people there. So I ran away from there and go to a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the desert, I have a wooden house, but there are lot of strangers there around. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know anyone there. There were lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;turkish&lt;/span&gt; people living near my house. One night get out of house, trying to find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;turkish&lt;/span&gt; friend. But I'm careful because i didn't want let anyone else know that I'm looking for a guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was almost found him... One another guy shout to me from behind - "You always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; sleep". I said - I do sleep, just that you never notice. He says - Oh really.  I said - "yeah, sure.... like i never notice u sleep too, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure u also sleep. Same way I also sleep but you never notice" He agrees and then he comes to my wooden house and I make him some tea. While having tea, he again starts same argument and says - "but i really never see you sleeping.."   I said - "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, then you think if I really sleep or not..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get rid of this guy, I go out of my house and go to a farm.  I see lot of people  running.. running really fast... towards a big stone in the farm... I follow them running too.. Then I see there is a hole in this big stone.. and all people are running and jumping into this hole in the stone..  I stop there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; jump, I see two more girls are standing in the side and watching the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked them, why are they jumping into hole ? They told me - "just keep watching.." Then i look inside the hole and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;... I see big tiger under there in hole.. It was eating all people who were jumping inside. I really got scared... But the tiger was big and very beautiful to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard something from the farm.. there was a team of girls.. dressed like cheerleaders.. But they were chanting for the dead.. there were some tomb in the farm and this team of girls where chanting for them..  Then behind these girls, i also see a group of boys follow - they were police boys..  They think these chanting girls are fraud. But they have no evidence.. so they just follow if girls gonna do some bad things and then they arrest the girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the leader girl suddenly say - "Oh we need some dollars for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ceremony&lt;/span&gt;" and ask the family of the dead to give them some dollars to each girl. The police boys sees this and are ready to catch them. Then suddenly one police boy said -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nooo&lt;/span&gt;, they didn't do wrong. We cant catch them....  Then the girl go away with the money in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; truck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this police boy and asked - "Why u did that ? Do you like them ? "  He says -"yes, i like one of the girl, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; is one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;turkish&lt;/span&gt; who wants to have her. "  I asked him - Who ? and he says - "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Adem&lt;/span&gt;"  Then I say - Oh no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Adem&lt;/span&gt; is my friend. I was looking for him this morning... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Adem&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;turkish&lt;/span&gt; friend in real too, and remember the guy i was looking in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of dream? its him. I was looking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Adem&lt;/span&gt; ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; ...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised and I ran back to home thinking.. I must find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Adem&lt;/span&gt; .. cant let him have those fraud girl. Now on the way I met a Russian guy. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why but i suddenly got shy when i saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Russian&lt;/span&gt;.. I walked slow.. when I have to pass the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Russian&lt;/span&gt;  and then start running again.. :) ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I reached home and see what.. -- OMG... that guy is still there (the one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see me sleep and arguing..) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;grrrr&lt;/span&gt;...  He was still waiting for me..  I asked him - Did you see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Adem&lt;/span&gt;?  He says - "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know..." I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; and was about to go out to find him when suddenly this guy says -- "Why do you want to find him? He is not like you... He Sleeps..."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;grrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;.. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; furious with that guys' word , that I came out , set the fire.. burn my house and that guy inside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was becoming very very hot because of fire.. the heat kept on increasing more and more... I was sweating... and it was too much hot...because of too much heat.... I woke up and dream ends... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I woke up, I found myself really sweating and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; hot that I had to turn on my air conditioner... :)  That was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; near real dream .. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-2557601080567744791?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/2557601080567744791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=2557601080567744791&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/2557601080567744791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/2557601080567744791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-search.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - The Search...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3784028900780922248</id><published>2009-06-11T15:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:25:20.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - Another Mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 13 - Another Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dream that I have become child of another mother. And that was my colleague's mother. She treat me nicer than her real child.. (hmm.. lets call her child... S ).  So, S get upset about it and told she will move to forest. I told S - "Hey S, but we don't have house in forest" . But she never listened and she left for forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after S left, me and the mother go travel to another country and we lost our way. Then the mother says - we should just travel to airport... Then I meet a guy and I was about to kiss him when mother caught me .. hahaha .. But she pretend like nothing happened and left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I say to this guy , because we lost our way , so still is still  loossing her way and coming to wrong place.... ha ha ha... That guy says - Ok , see you tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came to my country myself, I think I left the mother in other country. Then I got married and I left the mother's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the dream ends... Very strange one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3784028900780922248?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3784028900780922248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3784028900780922248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3784028900780922248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3784028900780922248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-another-mother.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - Another Mother...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-9121265171136669936</id><published>2009-06-11T09:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:02:01.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - The Ladder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 12 - The Ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I dream that my uncle has become a painter and he climbs up a long ladder to paint the wall. But he slips and falls down.. and gets injured. He calls me to help him finish the painting task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climb up the ladder and when I reach on the top, I get scared... and everyone tell me to come down.. But i was so scared that I refuse to come down.. I sit on ladder top for days.... till my uncle gets well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he comes and talks to me and tries to convince me to come down. I tell him - no its too scary, I don't wanna move. Then my uncle calls for a crane to get me down....  The crane man comes with a BIG crane and after seeing, he says - "This is a very difficult situation, but I will try" This line scares me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he brings the hands of the crane near me and as it was coming near.. I get more scared and think.. omg, this thing will hurt me more.. Maybe it will hurt my hands. .. oh no.. see it.. it can cut my fingers...  so many such thoughts were going inside my mind.. Then I suddenly scream -- NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO... Stop.. Stop.. Stopppp.... Nowwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone again look at me and ask why.. Then I say -This is more scary than being here. Maybe I will use the ladder to come down... Then I slowly use the ladder and come down.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reach down, I hug my uncle and say - "I don't like this ladder, it is a bad ladder..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear everyone in the crowd sing a song describing -that this ladder is bad and it should be punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so happy... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the dream ends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-9121265171136669936?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/9121265171136669936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=9121265171136669936&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/9121265171136669936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/9121265171136669936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-ladder.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - The Ladder...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-6738083930307026454</id><published>2009-06-09T18:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:30:40.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - I Can't Talk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 11 - I Can't Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I dreamt myself being not able to talk and hear, I was dumb and deaf...  Then my friend J told me that I should go to a temple up on the mountain and a big white monkey there and that can give back the power of talking and hearing to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started to climb the mountain and reached the temple, then I found the big white monkey. I went near it started to look at him and making actions with hands, waiting for it to cure me. The monkey was also looking at me, but doing nothing, it was not talking at all.. It was doing nothing to cure me.. Then I thought to myself, "oh how stupid of me - how can this monkey make me speak, when he himself can't speak.... " ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went up inside the temple, I see a big , very very big statue of god. I went behind the statue and I see a big machine is hidden there... I try to see what that machine is, it has so many buttons.. I tried to press the buttons.. Suddenly I see a loot of smoke started to come out.... The smell of the smoke was too much, lot of that smoke got into my nose while I was breathing and I coughed... Then after that suddenly I see - I can speak and hear.. wow it was miracle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy, I could speak and hear again.. I went running back to that big monkey.. and kept saying this to the monkey -- " hey ,hey hey hey hey hey... hey hey hey hey hey.... hey hey.hey hey..... hey hey... I told him "hey" many times.. lol .. I was so happy that I speak and the monkey cannot speak till now...ha ha ha ha..  I told him to go press the button in machine behind the statue... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to come down the mountain.. and suddenly I slipped.. and then my legs become tyres.. I was coming down the mountain in full speeed.... and also shouting.."hurray, i can speak.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to a shop and buy a desk.. I got it home with me.. When it reached home the desk changed into a woman... and I wanted it to moved to other side of room. But it was not moving... So I called my friend to move it... My friend was begging in front of that woman - pls desk move.. move to other side desk please... But woman did not agree to move and said, she dont like to move.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was thinking in my mind - Oh, if I knew this desk was so stubborn , I wont have brought it at all.. Then I told the woman - "Hey woman - I still have your purchase receipt. Are you moving or shall I return you back... Then you will be a desk again..  a dumb desk.... think fast.. you have 60 secs..."  I was laughing in my mind, when I was telling this... but on my face I was showing anger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the woman say - no no no, dont return me.. I will move...  I will be a good desk... and she moved to other side of the room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I say to myself - What a day.. but a clever one... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the dream ends.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-6738083930307026454?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/6738083930307026454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=6738083930307026454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6738083930307026454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6738083930307026454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-i-cant-talk.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - I Can&apos;t Talk...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-1821156496271344841</id><published>2009-06-08T21:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:22:52.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - Mobile Candy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 10 - Mobile Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got a new mobile yesterday, so today's dream revolves around it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream that I was teaching a little girl to use the mobile. But she was too dumb and did not understand anything..  Then I see myself inside the mobile phone screen. I had become a character in mobile game - Beating Mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little girl says - 'this mobile is scary, i don't wanna learn it'. Then my dad appears and says he will teach the little girl and takes her away with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see mobile character (myself) inside the mobile talking to me. The character inside was telling me - Why don't u play - Beating Mushroom game.. ?   I said - You are already playing, we are same person :)  ha ha ha.. Then I didn't watch her.. I closed her and went to kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot candy in kitchen. I said - Wow Candy Day... Let me eat all.. I started chewing all candies there. Then when I got bored eating candy, I still chew some candy and went near my brother and spit the candy on this face... ha ha ha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother got sad and angry and told me - he will not lend me his bicycle again..  and I said -- Ok, I will walk.... ha ha ha haa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some more happened.. I don't remember it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-1821156496271344841?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/1821156496271344841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=1821156496271344841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1821156496271344841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1821156496271344841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-mobile-candy-bike.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - Mobile Candy...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-8337740758012300898</id><published>2009-06-06T22:56:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:31:22.504+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - Alice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 9 - Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foundation pack is something that every girl knows, it used by girls for makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dreamt of a pool of foundation pack. Ya, a 'pool full of foundation'....   And I was inside that pool and moving around and playing.. suddenly my head got hurt because I bumped into a stone. The stone was as the same color of foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to the stone - I will break you, you stupid stone. Then I remember myself drinking the foundation pack from the pool, I kept on drinking it  without doing anything really to 'break' the stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't know how and why, I remembered a name - Alice.  I started to think - Is Alice a girl  or Is Alice a butterfly ?  I was getting confused - who is Alice.. Butterfly or girl? huh....  Thinking this I started to walk and I reached my aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I see there is barbeque in my aunt's house. My aunt came and told me to sit.. and she came and sat next to me...  Then I see something..  And pointing my finger to a meat piece, I ask my aunt  - "Is this Alice...?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my aunt replies -- "No its not Alice, she is already been eaten..."   then I say - Oh...  then I can eat this ?  And my aunt responds -- No no.. you can't eat it, you can only eat the bean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sad that I dont get to eat the meat... I was so hungry too, so I started to eat the bean... Many of my aunts guests passed by me and I said hello and greeted them and then go back to eating my beans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone tap me from back on my shoulder and I turn around and see a girl standing there, she smiled at me. I see she had a plate in her hand and it had some meat pieces.  I had never seen her before in any of our previous gatherings... So I asked her who is she.. She smiled and asked me - Do you wanna have some meat? I said sure... It was delicious and after eating I asked her name again.. and she says - Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my aunt calls my name from behind and I turn around to look at her and then I again turn back to see Alice. But she is gone...too fast... like a butterfly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone tap my shoulder again and I turn back to see my friend waking me up from my sleep (and dream) ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-8337740758012300898?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/8337740758012300898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=8337740758012300898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8337740758012300898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8337740758012300898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-alice.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - Alice...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-745450050237612362</id><published>2009-06-05T15:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:38:31.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - The Jail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 8 - The Jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dreamt myself in a Jail...  Ya... I was looking out from the jail, and I see a woman sitting outside the jail. She was staring at me, she was wearing a very ancient costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had one basket in her hand. I went to her and asked.. Why are you not talking? Are you selling vegetables? Do you have vegetables in the basket? Then she speaks and says – if you come into my basket, you will be free from the jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda strange and I was wondering what is she talking about…. As I was thinking the same I see a flood coming in.. Lot of vegetables also comes with the flood… and that woman says – Ok its time for me to go….  I get really angry and said to that woman – See I told you – You ARE a vegetable woman…. all those vegetables came from your basket. She does not say anything but just smiles.. and pointed her finger to me…. and then vanished in the flood. And the flood also vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking in my mind... hmm, strange woman.. Then I turned back and I see - oh my god, there is no jail wall. The wall of the jail has vanished. Did that stranger woman made it vanish ? or the flood broke the wall... I don't know....  I was in kind of a scared and happy feeling.... As there was no jail wall, I started to walk and explore the area….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while walking I found a duck family – a Dad duck, Mom duck and 2 kid ducks. They were standing together and boiling water. Then one kid duck saw me watching them and make a funny face to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then naughty thoughts came to my mind, I tried to ruin the water they were boiling by putting some sand into it… ha ha ha… Then the dad duck said to me – “Hey Human, you can go to other place and play…”  I was surprised to see a talking duck. Then I put some more sand into the water and ran away before he could catch me…  ha ha ha ha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I see - Oh damn.. The wall has appeared again.. I thought, is this the jail wall again? But this wall looked weird.. it had pictures of ass (booty) on it every where.  Then I looked closely and observed this wall and suddenly I say to myself – Oh isn't this the wall at my grandma’s house?  Then I see my cousin appear there and she imitates the pose of the ass in the picture and laughs and says to me – Yeh that’s the wall in grandma’s house… And I also say – Yaaaa, that’s the ass and I did the same pose with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we both walk to other side of the wall and see grandma sitting there and reading a book, the name of the book was - "The Jail..." and there was a basket next to her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the dream ends.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-745450050237612362?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/745450050237612362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=745450050237612362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/745450050237612362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/745450050237612362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-jail.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - The Jail...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-8752784949996876943</id><published>2009-06-05T10:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:15:55.962+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - MSN Taxi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 7 -MSN Taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I dream that a friend of mine comes to me and says she is pregnant. She asks me to take a taxi and come hospital (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now the strange thing happens&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- I take a taxi thru MSN.. haha read on..&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home and connect internet and login to my MSN, and then I talk to a cab driver in MSN..and tell him I wanna go to some hospital and he said - OK, I'm driving.. I asked him how much it cost..  he said - 128kbps... I say ok .. drive on....  Then I see that I'm still at home.. but driving in the cab .. the cab was driving via MSN.. strange huh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I dont remember what happened next.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-8752784949996876943?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/8752784949996876943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=8752784949996876943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8752784949996876943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8752784949996876943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-msn-taxi.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - MSN Taxi...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3173949494613914232</id><published>2009-06-04T20:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:35:29.972+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - The Dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 6 - The Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream that me and my friends are sitting on a street side and getting henna tatoo done on our hands and belly... Before they finish the tatoo, I see a dog passing by with a 100$ in its mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so excited and start chasing the dog.. I wanna get that 100$... But the dog found me chasing and it ran fast... I followed it fast.. and when I was about to reach it - the stupid dog swallowed the 100$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the dog and open its mouth and said .. puke pukeee, pukee now you dog.. pukeee that 100$....  and asked him why he swallowed it.. can't you eat something else...?  And suddenly the dog answered back to me -"Because im so hungry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the dream ends... and my 100$ also gone.... then I dreamt one more dream.. read next one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3173949494613914232?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3173949494613914232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3173949494613914232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3173949494613914232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3173949494613914232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-dog.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - The Dog...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-4604702679105542657</id><published>2009-06-04T19:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:56:15.272+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - The Celebrity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 5 - The Celebrity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before telling today's dream, I have to give a brief intro - There is a celebrity in our country, I cant take his original name... hmm..ok lets call him 'Mr. Ritz'.  I know Mr. Ritz very well and as he is a family friend, I have met him many times during our family gatherings. Today's dreams revolves around him... Ok lets get to dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream about Mr. Ritz coming to our home and I came to know he has divorced my grandma. But he still visiting us and grandma is nervous.. because she hates him..  I left them both in the living room and came to first floor and start talking to a woman.. I don't know who this woman is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see my grandma coming down the stairs and tells me what she going to do with Mr. Ritz. She plan to kill him and also herself later. She asked me to prepare a drink and she will put  something it and poison and kill him. So I did as instructed by grandma...  But later Ritz sensed something wrong and he didn't drink it.  Grandma was more nervous now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma comes down again and tells me .. ok now Plan B - Prepare some noodles, we will poison him with noodles.. he will not doubt on noodle.. I said Ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and the other stranger woman we both start cooking noodles. I served them the noodle, but both of them didn't eat it.  I asked why not eating.... Grandma and Ritz said oh..... too much pepper...  and I shout back.. Whats wrong with you both... you both have to die anyway.. why worry about pepper.. just eat it .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see that Mr. Ritz just disappeared when I bursted those words out... and my grandma started coming down to first floor very furiously and looking wierd.... and I told that other stranger woman.. Ruuuuuuunnnnnnnnn..... she still got the noodles and she is coming to us with it....  ha ha ha  and we both ran......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then this dream ends and I start a new dream.. read the next one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more - Everyday New real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-4604702679105542657?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/4604702679105542657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=4604702679105542657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/4604702679105542657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/4604702679105542657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-celebrity.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - The Celebrity...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7821469884214636500</id><published>2009-06-03T14:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:18:50.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - The Mirror...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 4 - The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dream shifts gears and I see my sister, she was wearing very old clothes, her childhood dress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again gear change... Suddenly there is a river the fence of the river is made of mirror. But its all broken. Don't know who did it. Me and some people were in-charge of that mirror. So we went to a department store to buy new mirror to fix.  We were talking to them to get discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met this guy, the was watching movie, the was the owner of the store. I tried to make friendship with him. We went out dinner, drinks.. Then we were trying to kiss on the street. He came so close to me.. but then he suddenly pulled back. I said go on, don't stop. He says - no i wont kiss you, he was torturing me. I asked him why not kiss me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says - because he hates me and told me never to insult him. I was having no idea what he is talking about. Then he says, other girls also tried to fool him and insult him. Then suddenly those girls appear.. They were 5 girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is I knew all of them. Some are my elementary school classmates,  some junior school mates. They have a team shirt too..  Two girls are wearing yellow and other two are wearing blue shirt and One is wearing pink. Suddenly I find myself in pink shirt too and I became one of them... Then I asked the other pink girl to go with me as its embarrassing to go alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohhh.. that was a very complicated dream..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more real dreams..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7821469884214636500?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7821469884214636500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7821469884214636500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7821469884214636500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7821469884214636500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-mirror.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - The Mirror...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-5347027815680043480</id><published>2009-06-03T13:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:15:13.032+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - The Temple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 3 - The Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dreamt about a turkish man. He was wearing a yellow shirt and having stick in this hand, like a teacher. He was watching how we are doing our work, if someone is not doing good work he will scold them and make them stand in one corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was not doing my work good, he didn't get angry. He started running around me and saying he will abuse me. But he kept on running, I dont know when he was going to abuse me. I waited for sometime, but kept on running around me. Then I left from there(he was still running in circles) ha ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to a temple and was doing some cleaning work of the temple, like mop the floor, clean the altar. Then suddenly got kicked by a strange looking man. He kicked me out of temple. Suddenly many strange looking man appear in temple and they began to close the temple. Then my uncle came and I complained him about this. He went and spoke the leader of this strange people. Then they left from there driving their truck. I tried to follow them on roller skates. But I uncle told me - no no no, dont...  Then I came back and kept cleaning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I had one more dream.. read the next one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, but of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-5347027815680043480?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/5347027815680043480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=5347027815680043480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5347027815680043480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5347027815680043480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-temple.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - The Temple...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-6585989277834570232</id><published>2009-06-02T07:01:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:47:08.111+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - The Boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 2 - The Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I see myself laying on the bed, rolling and smiling... [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most of the times all my dreams start like this :), ok lets get back to dream&lt;/span&gt;  ] Then from my bed I see a boy is laying on a hammock (net tired between two trees). I just look him once and then don't bother much looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around and I see one butterfly was flying, my eyes started following the butterfly. It was so beautiful, blue wings and some other color also... I liked the way it was looking, it would fly for sometime then sit on something, then again start flying.. I was playing with a thread in my hands and my eyes following the butterfly movements. Its a very hyper butterfly, always flying here and there, no resting for long in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the butterfly fly and sit on the same hammock the boy was laying, so I see him again. After few seconds I see that boy coming towards me and he tells me to call him. He want to give me his number, but he don't have anything to write. He asked me for paper, I said even I dont have paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boy went back to the tree and break a big leaf and get a thin stick. He writes his number with the stick on the leaf and give it to me and tell me to call him.  I was laughing in my mind when i see him write on leaf .. ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the leaf from him and told him - Ok, i will call u when i wake up... then he said fine , thank you and goes away. But then I see myself repeating the same words - "ok, i will call u when i wake up..., ok, i will call u when i wake up..." again and again alone :)  ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly my friend J appear next to me and tells me that I have one more exam paper to give and I said - I hate you J.... Then I went back to home thinking about that boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then my alarm clock rang to wake me up,  I woke up thinking - Oh its time to call the boy... and then I realize I left the leaf in the dreams :( and I don't have the number to call.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will try to go back to dream and try to get that leaf again .... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more real dreams..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, these are of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-6585989277834570232?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/6585989277834570232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=6585989277834570232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6585989277834570232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6585989277834570232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited-boy.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - The Boy...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-6292852084031944813</id><published>2009-06-01T18:55:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:36:45.682+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Unlimited - The Feast...</title><content type='html'>Starting today is the Dreams Unlimited section... Where I will try to writeup someone's dream as told and described to me.  So let me start with the first dream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream 1  - The Feast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laying down on a bed one afternoon and rolling around , laughing, with my hands on my ass and waiting for a person from other country. But he did not showed up for long.... I don't know why..  I just know I was waiting this person in the dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see my grandma setting a lot of tables. It looks like a feast, I asked her and she told - yes, its a feast. I was happy, but then suddenly I see that I'm the only guest for the feast :)  My grandma was not talking much to me, she kept on setting more tables and I was just keeping on eating all of it.... Oh did I tell you, the feast on road side, on a street ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something came in my mouth, dont know what it was.. maybe some sea food or something else. It made me angry, because it was very hard to chew....  :)  And my grandma says to me -- you are hopeless...  and I said.. - You have already told me this before :) ha ha ha ha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the dream ends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to post your constructive comments. Watch out for more real dreams..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again to that very special person for sharing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; These are not my personal dreams, these are of a very special person, written as explained and narrated to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-6292852084031944813?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/6292852084031944813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=6292852084031944813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6292852084031944813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6292852084031944813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-unlimited.html' title='Dreams Unlimited - The Feast...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3032465333763772616</id><published>2009-05-27T16:08:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:49:32.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Starting Soon....." Dreams Unlimited...."</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon going to start a new Dream Sections --   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Dreams Unlimited..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming Soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Courtesy a very special person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Rudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3032465333763772616?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3032465333763772616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3032465333763772616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3032465333763772616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3032465333763772616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/05/starting-soon-dreams-unlimited.html' title='Starting Soon.....&quot; Dreams Unlimited....&quot;'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7862734566099420575</id><published>2009-03-28T11:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:36:22.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Few More...</title><content type='html'>Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atheism is a non-prophet organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking and there is no woman around to hear him is he still wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there another word for synonym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be intoxicated is to feel sophisticated, but not be able to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older you get, the better you realize you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women like silent men; they think they're listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7862734566099420575?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7862734566099420575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7862734566099420575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7862734566099420575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7862734566099420575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-more.html' title='A Few More...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-1267767533522146900</id><published>2009-03-28T11:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:30:33.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Wise Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some nice ones...!!! Hope someone likes them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in shape. Round is a shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time may be a great healer, but it's also a lousy beautician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscience is what hurts when everything else feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk is cheap because supply exceeds demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity got us into this mess - why can't it get us out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly and for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An optimist thinks that this is the best possible world. A pessimist fears that this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always death and taxes; however, death doesn't get worse every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will accept your ideas much more readily if you tell them that Benjamin Franklin said it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to fight for one's principles than to live up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind going nowhere as long as it's an interesting path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything free is worth what you pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indecision is the key to flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to be on the cutting edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't broke, fix it till it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get even, I get odder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be a procrastinator, never got around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dijon vu - the same mustard as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a nutritional overachiever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inferiority complex is not as good as yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having an out of money experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on living forever. So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid of heights - afraid of widths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice safe eating - always use condiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day without sunshine is like night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kleptomania, but when it gets bad, I take something for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If marriage were outlawed, only outlaws would have in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of life's mysteries is how a two-pound box of candy can make a woman gain five pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age doesn't always bring wisdom. Sometimes age comes alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life not only begins at forty, it begins to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't stop laughing because you grow old, you grow old because you stopped laughing.&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/3964756365887266897-1267767533522146900?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/1267767533522146900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=1267767533522146900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1267767533522146900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1267767533522146900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-wise-ones.html' title='Some Wise Ones'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-2088416213258157426</id><published>2009-03-24T20:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:57:14.498+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stereo Mix on Vista fixed...</title><content type='html'>I'm back..&lt;br /&gt;Back after long..  and not for long thou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard a lot from friends and found that the dynamics of the world changed a lot and so did the world....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to share that I finally fixed the 'stereo mix' issue on Vista (on my Dell Insprion 1525) . I can now do stereo mix on vista box, a great thing for me personally :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be posting detailed steps in here  soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Watching....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Rudy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-2088416213258157426?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/2088416213258157426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=2088416213258157426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/2088416213258157426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/2088416213258157426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='Stereo Mix on Vista fixed...'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-4055294824907435118</id><published>2008-09-23T08:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:06:37.078+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm running busy at work this entire week. Hence I might not be available on camfrog. Miss you all great people. Talk to all of you sometime next week. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks&lt;br/&gt;Rudy&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/3964756365887266897-4055294824907435118?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/4055294824907435118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=4055294824907435118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/4055294824907435118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/4055294824907435118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-week-at-world.html' title='Busy Week at Work'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7697213631525747870</id><published>2008-09-13T07:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:27:13.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : A Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Watched the movie '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;' last week. Believe me it's a film best seen without any impressions. It's a film whose charm lies in its unraveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anupam Kher plays the role of a Mumbai police commissioner who receives a phone call from an anonymous person (played by Naseeruddin Shah) demanding the releasing the four terrorists from the jails failing which he threaten to blow mumbai city with series of bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me its a spledid performance from Naseeruddin Shah. Anupam Kher has also done a great role. But I felt somewhere Naseeruddin overpowered Anupam. The plot of the movie is very intense and cut to cut. No lags, no frills, its a movie straight to the point with brilliant performance from the key roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer /Director Neeraj Pandey has done a great job by making this movie, its a end to end thriller with wonderful twist that's so unpredictable and fabulous. Neeraj should get kudos for the brilliant direction and the camera angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naseeruddin Shah's speech over the climax of the movie is really really really super. Each word has so much weight and very wonderfully written dialougs and delivered exceptionally well by  Naseeruddin Shah. His speech really deserves  a standing ovation!!! Its a sheer dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; is one of the bravest films ever made in India. I would say -Its a most engrossing movie I have seen in  a long time. Do yourself a favour and watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7697213631525747870?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7697213631525747870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7697213631525747870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7697213631525747870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7697213631525747870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-review-wednesday.html' title='Movie Review : A Wednesday'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-6937791171798884815</id><published>2008-08-24T16:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:04:37.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Colors in Room</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE LOST ALL COLORS IN THE ROOM, DUE TO A SERVER UPGRADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SEE THAT YOU HAVE LOST YOUR COLOR IN THE ROOM. PLS CONTACT ANY OF THE OWNERS TO GET BACK YOUR COLOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;CIR Team&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-6937791171798884815?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/6937791171798884815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=6937791171798884815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6937791171798884815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6937791171798884815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/08/colors-in-room.html' title='Colors in Room'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-7662872613948424783</id><published>2008-08-15T11:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:01:52.465+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Things in Camfrog_India_Room</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends,&lt;br /&gt;We have some new things in the room - Camfrog_India_Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NEW BOT  - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have new bots in room - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billo_Rani &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aishwariya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW TRIVIA - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have new Trivia based on India. We will be updating it to add more question on India, Pak, Phil and global friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;NEW WORD SCRAMBLE GAME - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have new word scramble game with the BOT - Billo_Rani &lt;br /&gt;This bot asks question on India, Phil and many other interesting things.. !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the New Trivia and new Games..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking for new upcoming things..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the Best India Room in Camfrog - Camfrog_India_Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Rudy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-7662872613948424783?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/7662872613948424783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=7662872613948424783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7662872613948424783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/7662872613948424783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-things-in-camfrogindiaroom.html' title='New Things in Camfrog_India_Room'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-9080846851024847098</id><published>2008-08-15T11:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:53:37.267+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.. !!!</title><content type='html'>Finally my work load has reduced and I'm slowly returning back to Camfrog World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that seem to happen during these times. There were some great friends who managed the room well, during my absence. Thanks to all those friends... (you know who you are )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great to have friends like you...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Rudy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-9080846851024847098?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/9080846851024847098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=9080846851024847098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/9080846851024847098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/9080846851024847098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.. !!!'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-5960478287671884617</id><published>2008-06-30T14:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:58:31.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Exteremly Busy @ Work</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends&lt;br /&gt;I wont be online for couple of days, as I'm extremely busy with my work.&lt;br /&gt;I might login at times for few mins, if I get any free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Rudy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-5960478287671884617?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/5960478287671884617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=5960478287671884617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5960478287671884617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5960478287671884617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/exteremly-busy-work.html' title='Exteremly Busy @ Work'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-4760947696234839335</id><published>2008-06-20T11:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:38:26.911+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forum Launched for Camfrog_India_Room</title><content type='html'>Forum Launched for Camfrog_India_Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forum is Available at --&gt;  &lt;a href="http://camfrogindiaroom.niceboard.net/"&gt;http://camfrogindiaroom.niceboard.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the forum and feel free to register.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-4760947696234839335?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/4760947696234839335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=4760947696234839335&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/4760947696234839335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/4760947696234839335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/forum-launched-for-camfrogindiaroom.html' title='Forum Launched for Camfrog_India_Room'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-8087633193313566064</id><published>2008-06-13T12:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:56:31.718+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Party Time...!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to an Italian restaurant  in Bangalore called 'Sunnys'.  This is located on the vittal mallya road, bang opposite to the Canara bank and next to a petrol bunk (i guess Indian Oil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was a thrusday night we didnt except much crowd and missed to do reservation and believe me folks, once we reach there it was jam packed. But I managed to get a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant has a pretty good ambiance and nice food and drinks. I ended up having couple of Whiskey rounds and some calamari rings. Then moved to some green salad and a nice fillet Steak. Dammnn that was too yummy..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what now.. Even today I'm going out for party , this time to a far away place, approx 1hrs drive. I will be leaving in couple of mins from now and return back only in the night.. Considering its just going to be 1:00pm, that would loong party to look forward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See u guys in the room in the night :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-8087633193313566064?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/8087633193313566064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=8087633193313566064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8087633193313566064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/8087633193313566064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-time.html' title='Party Time...!!'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-6728932183378814291</id><published>2008-06-11T18:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:41:17.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FAQ: How to play music</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you ask me or others in the room on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to play Music in the room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The best and the recommended way to play music in the room is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT via your mic&lt;/span&gt;"  but via your "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stereo mix&lt;/span&gt;". I have tired to put up a small video that could help you enable your Stereo mix on your  machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit this links --&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Win2K/XP &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=tiW4lj5ZUNc"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=tiW4lj5ZUNc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Vista &lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=3QEtNEirc80"&gt;http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=3QEtNEirc80&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps. Please write a comment to this post and let me know if it helped resolve your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy DJing...!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-6728932183378814291?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/6728932183378814291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=6728932183378814291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6728932183378814291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/6728932183378814291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/faq-how-to-play-music.html' title='FAQ: How to play music'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-863061012737529550</id><published>2008-06-10T21:23:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:53:52.067+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whats going on....</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.... My last post was on Saturday 7-Jun. Its been 3days I did not write anything here.&lt;br /&gt;What could be the reason? Nothing new to write ? Or too many new things to write. Or new things are too personal to write here ? eh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you all know things are going on pretty much smooth. Very soon we might have a small surprise for all our friends. Thanks to one of our friend who is working towards it.  Don't ask me the name of the person, I wont tell unless surprise is all ready.  Keep guessing, eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been keeping us busy... [Of course the job that pays us pay cheque ;) ]&lt;br /&gt;Well apart from that, we have been thinking on how to make the room a better place to be. We currently are the most used room under the General Category of 'India and Pakistan'. To continue doing this we will need to invite and get in all our friends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all will agree that the more people we have the better fun it is and more chance for good friends to be Operators, as we will need them to manage the room. So go ahead invite your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also working on creating a forum for the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a Forum ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,geneva,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A forum is public space for open discussion of various topics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,geneva,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The main objective is to provide an area where users can interact with questions, answers and discussions on any given topic of their choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my definition didn't help you understand what a forum is, don't bother much , just join it once we make it live. You will slowly understand and get used to it in few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on the same, we have couple of things setup for the forum. Once operational, I feel we will have common place to share info amongst all our room friends. The best part is we can share info even when friends are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;offline&lt;/span&gt; and everyone can read it once they are online in the forum.  The info discussed there can be tracked back as it all gets saved on the forum server and will be open to all forum members read at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... thats a  long post.. maybe I will leave somethings for tomorrow.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then Friends - 'Jashn Mana Le'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rudy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-863061012737529550?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/863061012737529550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=863061012737529550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/863061012737529550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/863061012737529550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-going-on.html' title='Whats going on....'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-1983758524789002278</id><published>2008-06-07T13:20:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:35:41.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Events</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends&lt;br /&gt;We will be having the following upcoming events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Owners ONLY meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;Date/Time : TBD*, Venue: CIR_Meeting_Room&lt;br /&gt;(b) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Owners/Ops meeting - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Date/Time : TBD*, Venue: CIR_Meeting_Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please think and keep all your points of discussion ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TBD - To be decided&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-1983758524789002278?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/1983758524789002278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=1983758524789002278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1983758524789002278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1983758524789002278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/upcoming-events.html' title='Upcoming Events'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-5060594454371586524</id><published>2008-06-07T02:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T03:38:25.747+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Camfrog_India_Room is UP</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends - Its almost 3:00 am  while I write this. The friday night long hours of work have paid and finally the &lt;a href="camfrog:join:Camfrog_India_Room"&gt;Camfrog_India_Room&lt;/a&gt; is back online with Trivia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expect this to be stable. In case of any issues with this room and its taken down anytime, the backup room &lt;a href="camfrog:Join:India_Room"&gt;India_Room&lt;/a&gt; will be available for friends to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the patience and support shown by most of the members while we were running thru tough times. I'm lucky to have such a great group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jashn Mana Le'&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-5060594454371586524?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/5060594454371586524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=5060594454371586524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5060594454371586524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/5060594454371586524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/camfrogindiaroom-is-up.html' title='Camfrog_India_Room is UP'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3146820913224961785</id><published>2008-06-06T20:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:36:56.441+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More Updates</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends....!!&lt;br /&gt;What did we do yesterday.. hmm actually nothing.... Bcos i got too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have few friends who have come forward to help us support the room. Thanks to all those members (you know who you are :) ) If the support continues, we will soon have BOT in the room and also a better bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as promise we (me and rajmblr) are currently working on some new camfrog servers improvements.....&lt;br /&gt;We plan to spend our today's entire night on this..!! Hopefully we will have some internal issues fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jashn Mana Le'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3146820913224961785?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3146820913224961785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3146820913224961785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3146820913224961785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3146820913224961785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-updates.html' title='More Updates'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3703085866397108415</id><published>2008-06-04T20:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:09:57.528+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Today as a Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a busy day for me at work. Had too many meetings and had to work on a yearly report for one of the product lines.  Have to do similar report for other product lines in coming days, so this 'might' get me busy. Still in that busy time, I took few minutes to update my picture in the blog :). If you have missed seeing it, look bottom right side of this screen under  'About Me' :) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to Camfrog -&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fun day at camfrog. ;)  Camfrog was shuffling up a lot during the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;Once back from work, I started some testing on fixing a personal issue I'm facing with our camfrog room.  Still no solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 1-2 friends who have shown interest in helping us to get higher bandwidth. Our plan is to estimate total monthly support we could get and if that is sufficient or more than the amount required to get an additional bandwidth, only then we would start the actual process of collecting/accepting the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have plans to support feel free to IM me or rajmblr, or you can leave us a comment on this blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some Camfrog weekend plans coming up... Will post it in the next blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then 'Jashn Mana Le'...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3703085866397108415?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3703085866397108415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3703085866397108415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3703085866397108415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3703085866397108415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-busy-day-for-me-at-work.html' title='Today as a Day'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-3476448856252017568</id><published>2008-06-04T01:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:03:47.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Camfrog - India Room - Update 2</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends&lt;br /&gt;Finally we made some more progress. After coming back from work rajmblr was able to do some settings which enabled multimedia on the hosting network. This is a great progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issues now we face are resource constraints, currently the biggest constraint we have is the bandwidth. I'm sure most of you have noticed the lagging issues at times in the room , this is due to the limited bandwidth issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher bandwidths are available at extra costs and currently all costs are being borne by myself and rajmblr. Currently acquiring additional bandwidth is slightly tough for us. Any help from the friends are welcome to improve the bandwidths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in all, I would say we have completed around 80% of the tasks towards bringing up the backup room (&lt;a href="camfrog:Join:India_Room"&gt;India_Room&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room might still face small glitches like it 'going down/offline'. Considering our work schedules we will ensure that the downtime is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not more&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4hours&lt;/span&gt; at any given point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geezzzzz its 2:00am now.... I should consider getting some sleep now I guess, can't skip work tomorrow  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see u all...!! Enjoy to room and feel free to leave feedback or comments...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-3476448856252017568?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/3476448856252017568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=3476448856252017568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3476448856252017568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/3476448856252017568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/camfrog-india-room-update-2.html' title='Camfrog - India Room - Update 2'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-1231159094539602058</id><published>2008-06-04T00:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:58:02.054+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Room Rules</title><content type='html'>The rules of the new backup room (&lt;a href="camfrog:Join:India_Room"&gt;India_Room&lt;/a&gt;) is almost same as the main room (Camfrog_India_Room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**  RESPECT ALL **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We play music and also allow people to talk.&lt;br /&gt;3. No asking color -- NO DRAMA&lt;br /&gt;4. For safety reasons, No posting URL Links/Email ID's/ Phone #  in room. Do it in IM.&lt;br /&gt;5. No discussing/exchanging of other chat ID's in room.&lt;br /&gt;6. Remember Rule # 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   REMEMBER THAT THIS IS AN ALL AGES ROOM - PLEASE BEHAVE ACCORDINGLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Violation Punishment Policy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE Warning -&gt;One Kick -&gt;One Hour Ban -&gt; Permanent Ban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above policy will be used at the discretion of the Owner/Operators.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-1231159094539602058?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/1231159094539602058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=1231159094539602058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1231159094539602058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/1231159094539602058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/room-rules.html' title='Room Rules'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-113318498775244421</id><published>2008-06-03T20:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:20:48.878+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Colors available....</title><content type='html'>Some Good news friends....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We now have the colors available in room.&lt;br /&gt;-Mic is available for unlimited time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep visiting the new room  --&gt;   INDIA_ROOM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all there.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-113318498775244421?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/113318498775244421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=113318498775244421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/113318498775244421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/113318498775244421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/colors-available.html' title='Colors available....'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964756365887266897.post-2092583628188128385</id><published>2008-06-03T12:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:54:24.281+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Camfrog  - India Room</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, the main room Camfrog_India_Room is down from 2 days. The hosting servers have ran into some hardware issues and we are expecting a delay in it coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile myself and Rajmblr are working towards getting a backup room (INDIA_ROOM) up and running so that all our friends can stay united and don't feel homeless(as most of you told me in IM)  :)  Its truely the concern and great love for the room from each one of the friends in the room that motivated us to come up with this. So thanks for being our motivation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definately was not an easy task with the amount of constraints we had in terms of (all) resources. We are working to fix this camfrog server issues for the Camfrog's India_Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out some tricks last night in dreams while I slept for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Rajmblr has given a lot of  steps to take it forward and today I skipped my office to do some testing on this fusion idea we discussed today morning.&lt;br /&gt;Rajmblr being a good employee did not skip work and went to office to work hard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still most of the day Rajmblr and me were discussing items over the phone and IM's and finally we got our stuff working to an extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to measure our % completion of the task I would say , we have succeeded in almost 70%  of  the setup and now things are running quite ok  for the external users. We are still facing issues with enabling multimedia effect on the hosting network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we will succeed soon...... if not we will keep trying till we succeed ...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964756365887266897-2092583628188128385?l=rudraaksh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/feeds/2092583628188128385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3964756365887266897&amp;postID=2092583628188128385&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/2092583628188128385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964756365887266897/posts/default/2092583628188128385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rudraaksh.blogspot.com/2008/06/camfrog-india-room.html' title='Camfrog  - India Room'/><author><name>Rudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14997757102617543333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x6PULt8qIJA/SEZjsdFLoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AYzaEXdtwvk/S220/me_mon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
