<?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-4972629159962785306</id><updated>2012-01-14T20:14:47.555+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CHILDS VIEW</title><subtitle type='html'>world will be divided into two parts:
one who reads my views and other who wants to read me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-8476064525428810472</id><published>2012-01-02T03:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-02T03:24:50.645+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How Are you</title><content type='html'>Its been very long.....hope that all of u guys are rocking as usual...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-8476064525428810472?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8476064525428810472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=8476064525428810472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8476064525428810472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8476064525428810472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-are-you.html' title='How Are you'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-1915635845315934328</id><published>2011-01-27T00:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-27T00:17:55.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mathematics</title><content type='html'>Count your life by smile not tears,&lt;div&gt;Count your age by friends not years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Count of friends here does not mean ones friend list in facebook, orkut, myspace, etc.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how old are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-1915635845315934328?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1915635845315934328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=1915635845315934328&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1915635845315934328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1915635845315934328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2011/01/mathematics.html' title='Mathematics'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-8036215342561051794</id><published>2011-01-22T11:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:18:36.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>check 123</title><content type='html'>…test…&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-8036215342561051794?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8036215342561051794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=8036215342561051794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8036215342561051794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8036215342561051794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2011/01/check-123.html' title='check 123'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-8525736076176176465</id><published>2011-01-21T02:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-21T02:13:47.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time for vacation</title><content type='html'>My parents used to say, "You concentrate on studies now, there will always be time for parties, vacation and fun." Its been 25 yrs in this world, I never got special time for these special events.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God I was never an ideal child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-8525736076176176465?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8525736076176176465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=8525736076176176465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8525736076176176465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8525736076176176465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-for-vacation.html' title='Time for vacation'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2161602087147614006</id><published>2011-01-14T12:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:01:12.368+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time here...Actually its been a long i haven't read anything nor written...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad..really bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-2161602087147614006?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2161602087147614006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2161602087147614006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2161602087147614006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2161602087147614006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-7999325047669215775</id><published>2010-08-14T00:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:35:08.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>"Live life like there is no tomorrow". If u believe this, then truly there will be no life tomorrow. Instead live life like there will be tomorrow. Only then one will learn to be polite, humble and good to each other. Drink less, save money, love ones family, be with friends, be in love  and most importantly live a quality life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness around will be the only thing which will make our life livable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4972629159962785306-7999325047669215775?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7999325047669215775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=7999325047669215775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7999325047669215775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7999325047669215775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2010/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-7531944528078256823</id><published>2010-06-27T04:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-27T04:32:36.439+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Star Gone missing...</title><content type='html'>A kid heard stories about a beautiful star in the sky,&lt;div&gt;Stories about the star from his mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loved that star so much, that the star became a part of his family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day in the evening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His friend told him about a falling star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And said,"I think the star your mom talks about is no longer there",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his whole life, he never saw that star, never spoke with her, never felt her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just heard about her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows he will miss that star forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter the stars still present in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-7531944528078256823?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7531944528078256823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=7531944528078256823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7531944528078256823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7531944528078256823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2010/06/star-gone-missing.html' title='A Star Gone missing...'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-9223256980564492813</id><published>2010-06-13T06:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-13T06:53:17.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Crown or Cinema----It's all the same</title><content type='html'>1990-2000 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of Indian Beauty won Miss Universe/World/Earth crown. Why did it happen all of a sudden? Was there no ladies with beauties and brain before that (even after that). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2000-present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lot of Indian movies got recognition in foreign land (read Hollywood). Nomination in Oscars to everything else. What happened all of a sudden? Also a movie winning Oscars made on Mumbai. Were there no better Indian cinema than what we are watching these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer to all these questions are very simple. It's all about BUSINESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1999-2000: Period when many beauty related companies arrived in India&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2000-present Period when many Hollywood production companies are investing on Indian Cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-9223256980564492813?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/9223256980564492813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=9223256980564492813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/9223256980564492813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/9223256980564492813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2010/06/beauty-crown-or-cinema-its-all-same.html' title='Beauty Crown or Cinema----It&apos;s all the same'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-4224984749500768639</id><published>2010-05-24T21:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:19:01.561+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Secret..</title><content type='html'>Saw a video which says that "this universe is our genie (aladdin one) and takes care of our every wish coming out of our mind. Now the catch here is only one thing. It says everything, that means both good and bad". actually this was not a secret as stated in the video. we can see the same statement in different forms around us. E.g Be optimistic, Be positive , etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part is , there is no harm in trying to think only good stuffs about you and others. Its worth giving a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-4224984749500768639?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4224984749500768639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=4224984749500768639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4224984749500768639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4224984749500768639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2010/05/secret.html' title='The Secret..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-3524488374075542823</id><published>2010-05-08T01:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:46:58.681+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God ..please be busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I want Sachin Tendulkar to play matches everyday because I  feel God is not busy (watching his match) and all his focus is on me, testing me every now  and then......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-3524488374075542823?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3524488374075542823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=3524488374075542823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3524488374075542823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3524488374075542823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-please-be-busy.html' title='God ..please be busy'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-990638036512015492</id><published>2010-02-27T04:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T04:34:10.629+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I miss Sridevi and Madhuri...</title><content type='html'>Time to have some actors/actress in Bollywood then models.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it Katrina or Deepika all are good looking but zero acting skills, and the sad part is even after working for sometime in front of camera they haven't gained it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss yesterday's actress where they used to act and at the same time look sexy too..(cant forget dhak dhak karne laga and katte nahi kat thi yeh din yeh raat..)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad njoyed them and maybe my son will njoy some (if some actress are born)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But about me, meri jawani toh bekar hi reh gayi..(**my youthfulness went wasted*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-990638036512015492?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/990638036512015492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=990638036512015492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/990638036512015492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/990638036512015492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-sridevi-and-madhuri.html' title='I miss Sridevi and Madhuri...'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-8816357332521365026</id><published>2010-02-12T21:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:22:41.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FOOL proof..</title><content type='html'>Calling someone fool is no longer termed as cool. coz when u call someone a fool, u automatically become a fool for him/her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is because one becomes fool for us when he/she does not share the same ideology as ours. As they dont share ours, it is quite natural that we are not sharing theirs. Hence we are fool for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-8816357332521365026?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8816357332521365026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=8816357332521365026&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8816357332521365026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8816357332521365026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2010/02/fool-proof.html' title='FOOL proof..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-7862841361775306041</id><published>2010-01-21T23:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:54:30.369+05:30</updated><title type='text'>secret of kiss..</title><content type='html'>There are two kind of guys...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one who loves to give kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other who loves to take..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the sad part is, even after they are in a relation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one who loves to give kisses, apart from his gf, continues to give kisses to other gals and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other one who loves to take kisses, apart from his gf, continues to collect kisses from other gals...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now its upto you gals, whom to choose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the saddest part is , all guys are are one of the two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Highness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nirmal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-7862841361775306041?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7862841361775306041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=7862841361775306041&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7862841361775306041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7862841361775306041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2010/01/secert-of-kiss.html' title='secret of kiss..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5528792943869603194</id><published>2010-01-20T19:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:58:29.552+05:30</updated><title type='text'>morning morning..</title><content type='html'>some morning seems so promising even when one is sill on bed.....hope this feeling comes every morning..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have fun and I am alive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5528792943869603194?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5528792943869603194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5528792943869603194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5528792943869603194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5528792943869603194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2010/01/morning-morning.html' title='morning morning..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2490417904103790240</id><published>2009-10-09T05:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:41:41.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Having Gud Time..</title><content type='html'>Last one week had been my most memorable days of my life...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some problem with my internship paper work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone stole my laptop from school (this was really wonderful..been frustrated ever since)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everything is fine with u guys.......have fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest update........internship paper work done..&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/4972629159962785306-2490417904103790240?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2490417904103790240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2490417904103790240&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2490417904103790240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2490417904103790240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/10/having-gud-time.html' title='Having Gud Time..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2203897523784616635</id><published>2009-09-15T07:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:28:59.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Game Show..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4aaef37f6cbb72386628822" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imagine I am a Host and u my contestant. I give u three doors: A B and C and say behind one of the door there is one car and remaining are goats. u choose door A. Then I open door C and show u tat it had goat and give u an option tat now if u want u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;can switch from A to B. Would u switch? Give a reason 4 ur answer. (**I know which door has car in it**)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-2203897523784616635?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2203897523784616635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2203897523784616635&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2203897523784616635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2203897523784616635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/09/game-show.html' title='Game Show..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-1416021294024005208</id><published>2009-09-09T05:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:48:23.954+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love----really</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Love is a negative vibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Everyone falls in love (no one rises)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovers only talk about dying for each other (no one wants to LIVE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Colour of Love RED (Danger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;People always steal heart and break heart (too much violence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Finally the epic love story Romeo and Juliet, both died in the end (I guess the only true story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still we crave for LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-1416021294024005208?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1416021294024005208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=1416021294024005208&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1416021294024005208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1416021294024005208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-really.html' title='Love----really'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-736272711894841022</id><published>2009-09-04T02:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:30:49.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Change..</title><content type='html'>Want to come here..FULL TIME.....again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-736272711894841022?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/736272711894841022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=736272711894841022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/736272711894841022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/736272711894841022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/09/change.html' title='Change..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-3646473342597174574</id><published>2009-07-27T12:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:11:43.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its time to pack my bags again..</title><content type='html'>yup..its time to return to US..had great time with my family and friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-3646473342597174574?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3646473342597174574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=3646473342597174574&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3646473342597174574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3646473342597174574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-time-to-pack-my-bags-again.html' title='Its time to pack my bags again..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-4273205788597121033</id><published>2009-07-21T13:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:16:54.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cutting problem..</title><content type='html'>What does fear of cutting ones nail called?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-4273205788597121033?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4273205788597121033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=4273205788597121033&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4273205788597121033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4273205788597121033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/cutting-problem.html' title='Cutting problem..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-4889450286995384433</id><published>2009-07-08T16:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:27:25.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Queries....</title><content type='html'>Smoking:&lt;br /&gt;Actors having problem if they smoke onscreen because people fear that kids might get wrong ideas from that... Ban the same from public place, pubs, bars etc because even passive smoking is injurious to health...only 18 years and above should /can smoke....pictures of infected lungs on every packets fags...etc etc.. I know some great guys might have come up with these plans to help people quit smoking..well i have a much simpler plan than these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAN PRODUCTION OF THE SAME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it much easier than all of the above...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-4889450286995384433?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4889450286995384433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=4889450286995384433&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4889450286995384433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4889450286995384433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/07/queries.html' title='Queries....'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-8874185854228096300</id><published>2009-06-26T12:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:22:47.824+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Health Trouble..</title><content type='html'>Weakness, no hunger, upset stomach, no taste, acidity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not Y i am here in Mumbai, cmon i need to njoy.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any doctors who want to experiment???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-8874185854228096300?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8874185854228096300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=8874185854228096300&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8874185854228096300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8874185854228096300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/06/health-trouble.html' title='Health Trouble..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-4940955374812223624</id><published>2009-06-17T11:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:06:56.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Question..</title><content type='html'>I wanted to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the percentage of male and female in this world ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-4940955374812223624?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-4087907918808007318</id><published>2009-05-28T09:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:44:03.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOME coming..</title><content type='html'>good food + traffic + family + scorching heat + friends + cold (pollution) + good sleep + nothing much to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the stuffs I am going thru for past 4-5 days...happy to be back here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everythings fine with u guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-4087907918808007318?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-1216912283444344392</id><published>2009-05-18T03:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:36:17.921+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hey all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;finally my exams are over....now waiting eagerly to board a plane back to India for summer...so probably next time when i blog, it will be from my home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;till then take care and have fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and also one of my friend has started a blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://onesmartidea.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(33, 88, 148); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://onesmartidea.blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it is made from an academic perspective which we use everyday...so might amuse you..please check it out...&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/4972629159962785306-1216912283444344392?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1216912283444344392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=1216912283444344392&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1216912283444344392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1216912283444344392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-all.html' title='hey all..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-1089629532970850029</id><published>2009-05-02T10:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:28:21.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Darkness then light..</title><content type='html'>Darkness because its my semester end..hence all project work and exams.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light because I am returning home this summer on 22nd May...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy hence cant visit ur blogs...will be there soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-1089629532970850029?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1089629532970850029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=1089629532970850029&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1089629532970850029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1089629532970850029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/05/darkness-then-light.html' title='Darkness then light..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-8318573636803299854</id><published>2009-04-26T09:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:05:49.994+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hot weekend</title><content type='html'>after months of cold winter..its finally spring....looking forward for SUN..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everything is fine with my friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-8318573636803299854?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8318573636803299854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=8318573636803299854&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8318573636803299854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8318573636803299854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-weekend.html' title='Hot weekend'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-6718335281068058027</id><published>2009-03-22T00:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:30:22.602+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Toughest game ever...</title><content type='html'>Last night while having beer with friends, we played a game....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and according to me that was the toughest one i ever played..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was list out five things about myself and one of them should be a lie..and my friends will try to catch that lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was so comfortable with that..but when my turn came..i was speechless...i could not list even 4 truth about myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after thinking for around zillion minutes we started talkng about movies and music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there my first truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can manipulate things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-6718335281068058027?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6718335281068058027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5899476537274875813</id><published>2009-03-13T02:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:04:32.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>whats up...</title><content type='html'>hey all..hope everything is fine...hope u all had a rocking HOLI....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me same here....laughs at all funny stuffs..if something serious around, then converts it into funny moments...&lt;br /&gt;had some presentations which was good..some tests which i think i will fair well....having fun at my job place...and all...so till date nothing to be sad about...&lt;br /&gt;missed Holi for the first time in life..even though i dont play HOLI every year..(coz of the trouble after the festival..yes u guessed it rite..bathing..)..missed my hostel ..used to have bhaang during this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even weather is getting better..spring is about to start....gals around looking good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the above things made me happy and nostalgic...and hence i say i m having gud time now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i usually say dont miss me too much..i m around here..cant frequent as i used to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes..i have finished my first aniversary at Blogvilla..so sent me gifts in my address..cash accepted too..or u can send an email with ur credit card details in it...&lt;br /&gt;u all being close to me i will accept any kind of gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a gud time and have FUN..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5899476537274875813?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2748515746104567637</id><published>2009-02-08T05:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-08T06:03:39.454+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SHIFTING....</title><content type='html'>Shifting to some new place is such a pain..especially when ur neighbors are beautiful and sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book an UHAUL...pack...load..unload..unpack..and finally no beautiful and sexy neighbors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally to c ur heat is not working......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came here i wanted to write my frustration out...but after reading some great blogs..i  happy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so frustration post with gals some other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now..just wanted to let u know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-2748515746104567637?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2748515746104567637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2748515746104567637&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2748515746104567637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2748515746104567637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/02/shifting.html' title='SHIFTING....'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-6915620585042129632</id><published>2009-01-31T04:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:57:20.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>painfull days ahead..</title><content type='html'>School just started and I m in library completing assignments.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap wats up with these professors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is fine with u guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-6915620585042129632?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6915620585042129632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=6915620585042129632&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6915620585042129632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6915620585042129632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/01/painfull-days-ahead.html' title='painfull days ahead..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2706260659609995521</id><published>2009-01-14T12:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:03:24.375+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's not ME</title><content type='html'>There was a time when i never used to go out without friends...used to feel sick if i am alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i want to remain alone...i need some time with only me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-2706260659609995521?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2706260659609995521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2706260659609995521&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2706260659609995521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2706260659609995521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-me.html' title='It&apos;s not ME'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-6707781999433531103</id><published>2008-12-21T10:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:15:15.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>time passes by..</title><content type='html'>what a year it was..... let me give you a  brief about the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first job..&lt;br /&gt;My first salary...&lt;br /&gt;My first abroad visit...&lt;br /&gt;Me away from my family..&lt;br /&gt;My first blog.&lt;br /&gt;Some new friends...&lt;br /&gt;My first cooking...&lt;br /&gt;My first paycheck in dollars....&lt;br /&gt;I bought a diamond....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally at the end of this year..some bad grades......it ensures that my next year will not be peaceful too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like every year...this year was not the same...and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know even next year wont be one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a rocking year ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care buddies and beautiful gals...hehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: I lied in one of the above sentence..figure it out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-6707781999433531103?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6707781999433531103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=6707781999433531103&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6707781999433531103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6707781999433531103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-passes-by.html' title='time passes by..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terror because of what's happening in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents said both these two sentence in the span of 3-4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nimu I wish you were here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank God you are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; here".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-3122450437470026320?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3122450437470026320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=3122450437470026320&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3122450437470026320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3122450437470026320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-of-happiness-and-terror.html' title='a WEEK of HAPPINESS and TERROR'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/STCykzvkXvI/AAAAAAAAADg/vYtjsfcei1M/s72-c/DSC03856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5052418033811251334</id><published>2008-11-02T04:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-02T06:22:32.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inner stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Behind every successful man you will find a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If woman is at front,then successful man will romance another woman at her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Everything is fair in war and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Only fools end up in both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All wives, Gf's should curse the person who invented BALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If there would have been no Ball, half of the sports would have been vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First God Created Man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then He created Woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then He created Diamonds, Gold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And then Man lost faith in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5052418033811251334?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5052418033811251334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5052418033811251334&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5052418033811251334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5052418033811251334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/11/inner-stuffs.html' title='Inner stuffs'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5662728879226396292</id><published>2008-10-25T04:45:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T05:02:48.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie time...............</title><content type='html'>In the last 2 days I finished watching 3 movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I hope my department head is not reading this**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one was " The Notebook"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/SQJX_vU2fuI/AAAAAAAAADI/QIZXgZQWZm0/s1600-h/moviegoodsusa-store_2018_124557246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/SQJX_vU2fuI/AAAAAAAAADI/QIZXgZQWZm0/s400/moviegoodsusa-store_2018_124557246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260864067269459682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second one as it was recommended to me by our Princess Mia " Love Actually" (I know its long back she had done it...wont be surprised even if she does not remember that)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/SQJZupVm8hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ufHNA6jX4Mc/s1600-h/11442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/SQJZupVm8hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ufHNA6jX4Mc/s400/11442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260865972627501586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And today i saw a movie which almost all gals recommend..&lt;br /&gt;yes it is " Sex and the City"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/SQJasSzXmLI/AAAAAAAAADY/WxH3qSBnjQM/s1600-h/1204_b%7ESex-and-the-City-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/SQJasSzXmLI/AAAAAAAAADY/WxH3qSBnjQM/s400/1204_b%7ESex-and-the-City-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260867031730198706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I enjoyed watchimg them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad news is lot of assignmements to complete this weekend....same old story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5662728879226396292?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5662728879226396292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5662728879226396292&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5662728879226396292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5662728879226396292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-time.html' title='Movie time...............'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/SQJX_vU2fuI/AAAAAAAAADI/QIZXgZQWZm0/s72-c/moviegoodsusa-store_2018_124557246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-6368387393442153264</id><published>2008-10-15T03:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:34:52.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why..............</title><content type='html'>Why does babies smile after they had a cry?&lt;br /&gt;Why does people laugh at others trouble?&lt;br /&gt;Why does guys try to flirt with every gal around?&lt;br /&gt;Why gals act as they dont care if any guy's looking at her?&lt;br /&gt;Why a beer with friends is cool, but a beer with dad is great?&lt;br /&gt;Why our mom miss us?&lt;br /&gt;Why birds can fly when then have legs?&lt;br /&gt;Why are some lectures so boring?&lt;br /&gt;Why Obama and Mclain wants to be a President?&lt;br /&gt;Why C Ronaldo loves football?&lt;br /&gt;Why we have two ears but only one mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Why gals love diamonds and guys sports?&lt;br /&gt;Why we inhale oxygen and not nitrogen?&lt;br /&gt;Why we lose hope so soon?&lt;br /&gt;Why does aunties goosip when they know it does no good for society?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we read novels when our life itself must be a best seller?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people abuse?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we buy a car when traveling can be done in a cab too?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always about sex?&lt;br /&gt;Why does people suffer from cancer even when they had never smoked?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we love someone who we haven't met for many many years?&lt;br /&gt;Why we love our home coked food even when they are high in calories?&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-6368387393442153264?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6368387393442153264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=6368387393442153264&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6368387393442153264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6368387393442153264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title='Why..............'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-6536255650643943041</id><published>2008-10-05T01:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:43:29.215+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DrEaM...</title><content type='html'>When anything good happens.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I cant believe it. Is this a DrEaM?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When anything bad happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget assuming it as a bad DrEaM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a DrEaM?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-6536255650643943041?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6536255650643943041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=6536255650643943041&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6536255650643943041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6536255650643943041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html' title='DrEaM...'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-7831373232892308301</id><published>2008-09-20T02:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:02:27.092+05:30</updated><title type='text'>tImE..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tagged &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by CHAKOLI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Kal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Your oldest memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Today (Aaj)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Your first thought today morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you built a time capsule today what would it contain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow (Kal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This year ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Oldest memory..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was very small i used to go to our family friends place for time pass...once while playing with compass (people who did geometry in school should know this deadly component), i donn know wat i did , but some how it got stuck in my ass..and there i was crying and showing my ass to all aunties......now the worst part is these aunties still remember this incident and keep laughing at me when i try to flirt with their daughters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What i was doing 10 years ago?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe just started wearing full pants in school...or standing outside the classroom ( u c i was always a out-standing student).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first thought in morning?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No class, no work today...but lots of assignments to complete.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients of my time capsule?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that wud make all my days in life the SAME...i donn want my days to be anything better or anything worse than this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time i m away from my family (for this long), away from my country, my friends over there etc...&lt;br /&gt;First time i am in a country with people so friendly, done groceries, cooking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time i started earning (India and US both)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till date this year is good.....no hard feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how rest of the 3 months will treat me..i will be informing all u guys..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 years  from now&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good question......i think i will be helping my beautiful wife with kitchen works.....a good house....with my mom dad telling tales to my kids how their papa was lazy human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-7831373232892308301?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7831373232892308301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=7831373232892308301&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7831373232892308301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7831373232892308301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/09/time_20.html' title='tImE..........'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2707943480365591877</id><published>2008-09-10T04:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:08:49.657+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Nirmal....</title><content type='html'>I never thought my days in  US would be this testing. It all began when the first lease of my life got canceled.Me and my friend signed up a lease (renting a house) and w,ere happy that finally we are ready to settle down. But as we couldn't find third room partner (as suggested by our land lord) our lease got canceled and YES we where homeless again.&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone stopped working. My watch dint click any more.&lt;br /&gt;This was around 3 weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have a great house, a super great 3rd room partner and a super super neighborhood(gals and gals).My cell phone started  working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if not the early bad experiences,I would not have appreciated my today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened yesterday was not bad,&lt;br /&gt;What's happening today is good,&lt;br /&gt;What is to happen tomorrow is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-2707943480365591877?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2707943480365591877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2707943480365591877&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2707943480365591877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2707943480365591877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-nirmal.html' title='Welcome Nirmal....'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-6043487234531536105</id><published>2008-09-01T01:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:36:23.157+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a new FACE...</title><content type='html'>It is said that " A person is known by the way he keeps his FEET".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why does people posts their photographs (with FACE) on matrimonial sites and not of FEET???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: I made a slight change in the sentences....&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/4972629159962785306-6043487234531536105?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6043487234531536105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=6043487234531536105&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6043487234531536105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6043487234531536105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-face.html' title='a new FACE...'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2317969366172756995</id><published>2008-08-18T08:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:22:56.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>pErMaNeNt....</title><content type='html'>I heard someone saying " Change is Life"..&lt;br /&gt;Actually its so untrue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things never change..&lt;br /&gt;Boys always look for SEX..I am sure my grand grand father also did the same...&lt;br /&gt;Gals always takes a LOT of time to dress up..I am sure my grand grand daughter would do the same..&lt;br /&gt;Smoking KILLS...still new brands pop out in market every otherday..&lt;br /&gt;Every mother LOVES their kid...and this will continue for ever and ever..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where's the CHANGE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i guess i am back FULL TIME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-2317969366172756995?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2317969366172756995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2317969366172756995&amp;isPopup=true' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2317969366172756995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2317969366172756995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/08/permanent.html' title='pErMaNeNt....'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-388668436050978493</id><published>2008-08-10T02:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:33:00.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wont be here for some days.............i hate this  four letter word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BUSY&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/4972629159962785306-388668436050978493?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/388668436050978493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=388668436050978493&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/388668436050978493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/388668436050978493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/08/wont-be-here-for-some-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-3146505954197656554</id><published>2008-08-02T03:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T04:03:18.418+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOW YOU FEELING????</title><content type='html'>In my schooling days i was always afraid of this question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college days i used to dodge the question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my hostel days i used to avoid the question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you take shower today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays new question begin to pop up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows US of A?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-3146505954197656554?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3146505954197656554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=3146505954197656554&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3146505954197656554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3146505954197656554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-you-feeling.html' title='HOW YOU FEELING????'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2144393065174373954</id><published>2008-07-21T17:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:52:46.769+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HERE I AM..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/SIR_9NTm8OI/AAAAAAAAABg/PJ9yVGXT2xk/s1600-h/ATYAAADFA7KMaiYIr22IefDnT4OfA1YR8Hg3EG7xVJhy65XiV9cBSxpTCxkYik_TGEormFomYdUKYil_3rLL4dHELBPQAJtU9VCjLf3Aemym8Mn6qb0ax_xS85tpEw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225442157177270498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/SIR_9NTm8OI/AAAAAAAAABg/PJ9yVGXT2xk/s400/ATYAAADFA7KMaiYIr22IefDnT4OfA1YR8Hg3EG7xVJhy65XiV9cBSxpTCxkYik_TGEormFomYdUKYil_3rLL4dHELBPQAJtU9VCjLf3Aemym8Mn6qb0ax_xS85tpEw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for all ur wishes.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so finally i am here in US and missing my family.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the above picture says some people back in INDIA might be missing me too......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this missing game gonna continue for some months or years....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4972629159962785306-2144393065174373954?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2144393065174373954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2144393065174373954&amp;isPopup=true' title='65 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2144393065174373954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2144393065174373954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-i-am.html' title='HERE I AM..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/SIR_9NTm8OI/AAAAAAAAABg/PJ9yVGXT2xk/s72-c/ATYAAADFA7KMaiYIr22IefDnT4OfA1YR8Hg3EG7xVJhy65XiV9cBSxpTCxkYik_TGEormFomYdUKYil_3rLL4dHELBPQAJtU9VCjLf3Aemym8Mn6qb0ax_xS85tpEw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-4873366940604725819</id><published>2008-07-18T13:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:46:52.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BYE INDIA..</title><content type='html'>I am leaving today.....wish me luck friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will report to you all from new place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-4873366940604725819?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4873366940604725819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=4873366940604725819&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4873366940604725819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4873366940604725819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-india.html' title='BYE INDIA..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-598299284461029293</id><published>2008-07-07T14:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:53:33.331+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SHORT BREAK..</title><content type='html'>I am very much alive and licking (damn this dirty mind)..i mean kicking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..its time that gals out in INDIA can be in peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NIRMAL&lt;/span&gt; is leaving INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shifting my base to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;New YORK&lt;/span&gt; (USA) ..I am there for my masters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be leaving on 18th July....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the reason why i am not here(blog world) as I used to be..(shopping, goodbye kisses..etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after 18th, I dont know when I will get hold of a LAPTOP.....(so dont ditch me thinking i m ignoring U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friends pray for the beautiful souls (read it GALS) in NY....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-598299284461029293?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/598299284461029293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=598299284461029293&amp;isPopup=true' title='96 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/598299284461029293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/598299284461029293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-break.html' title='SHORT BREAK..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>96</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-7197310428763887948</id><published>2008-06-30T13:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:20:25.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RAINY season..</title><content type='html'>well this is one of the season i hate......but today i will be writing some good things bout this season....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; one can reach office late and complain that " Sir, its raining like hell out there. So trains are running late".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; all kids are happy. I dont know why, but they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; its second lazy season after WINTER. Yup u can sleep and sleep and sleep (alone...huh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; u can share ur umbrella with some hotty if shes not carrying one. but it hardly happens (infact only in movies). most of the times i can see guys running for a cover and gals walking with umbrella (no humanity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; wet gals r sexy.(no explaination here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; BUTTA (corn) hmm..yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its said HEALTH is WEALTH. I was on the verge of bankruptcy.Tats the reason y i was out for sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-7197310428763887948?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7197310428763887948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=7197310428763887948&amp;isPopup=true' title='81 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7197310428763887948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7197310428763887948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainy-season.html' title='RAINY season..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>81</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-8552074907046554045</id><published>2008-06-24T12:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:20:58.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SECRETS..</title><content type='html'>Tagged by SOLITAIRE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 secrets of me which u guys dont know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; i have this huge fear of cutting my nails. I have this feeling that i would bleed to death if i make a slight mistake while cutting it. I usually take full half an hr to finish that work. Pedicure and manicure r like bombs 4 me.Anyone doing that 4 me will be the last thing in my life. I dont trust anyone with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;When i was a kid, I used to cry a lot when mom/dad used to put soap on my face while taking a bath. I used to ask them to swear before entering bathroom but they always cheated me. Even now they fear that i dont do it . But i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I dont believe in FORGIVE and FORGET. One who messes up with me will never get my friendly gestures all through out the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I dont like when people dont trust me with stuffs. Questions like Did you really do it?, Can I trust you ?, Give me proof? drives me crazy. Later on these are the people who term me as Lazy. Because i never do their work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I hardly say No to anybody. But once I do it , no one can change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Out of the 10 times I rode a bike, 3 times i have met with an accident. Last time I rode it, my hands and legs where trembling. So Bike is a NO NO for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I can never stay alone. I always want people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not i m afraid of something, but i want someone to laugh with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&gt;I flirt with gals unintentionally. Most of the time I keep on saying it in my mind " Dont flirt , please dont flirt". But after the end of the conversation gals say " U are a Big flirt".Many a times i have been in trouble too because of that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cant remember 2 more secrets of mine......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will do it when i get it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ask what u want to know....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-8552074907046554045?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8552074907046554045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=8552074907046554045&amp;isPopup=true' title='105 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8552074907046554045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8552074907046554045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/secrets.html' title='SECRETS..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>105</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5758789987617689274</id><published>2008-06-17T17:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:19:46.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the COMPLETE story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARRIAGES &lt;/span&gt; are made in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KIDS&lt;/span&gt; are made in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEDROOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIGHTS&lt;/span&gt; are made in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MINDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIVORCES&lt;/span&gt; are made in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COURTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the complete story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People tells you only the MARRIAGE part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5758789987617689274?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5758789987617689274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5758789987617689274&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5758789987617689274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5758789987617689274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/complete-story.html' title='the COMPLETE story'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-4337029106769683189</id><published>2008-06-12T13:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:01:18.015+05:30</updated><title type='text'>all bout ME..</title><content type='html'>Tag time......from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHAKOLI&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; : who &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt; : about &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;economy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;elections&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; stars, planet&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEX &lt;/span&gt;has got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; meaning (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gender&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; : more and more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt; : everything that a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beggar&lt;/span&gt; would desire and nothing that a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;billionaire &lt;/span&gt;has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt; : nothing, I only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;command&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brothers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt; of beautiful &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt; :my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unemployed&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I fear&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whats this&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; : its time to get a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hair-cut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt; :whatever my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ears &lt;/span&gt;want me to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;record&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I smell&lt;/span&gt;: delicious &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FISH&lt;/span&gt; curry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I crave&lt;/span&gt;: for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I search&lt;/span&gt;: for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;single gals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wonder&lt;/span&gt;:how every second gal i come through are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I ache&lt;/span&gt;:or act like one for a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I m not&lt;/span&gt;:a boy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;next door&lt;/span&gt;. I want to be inside &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt;:what i want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;.otherwise its just a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dance&lt;/span&gt;:with my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I sing&lt;/span&gt;:to irritate my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I cry&lt;/span&gt;:so that in future I might get a chance to act in a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KARAN JOHAR&lt;/span&gt; movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don’t always&lt;/span&gt;:say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;. sometimes for a change I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I fight&lt;/span&gt;:with small gals in my building and reach home &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRUISED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I write&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meaningless&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worthless&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I win&lt;/span&gt;:others &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I lose&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I never&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurt &lt;/span&gt;anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I always&lt;/span&gt;: wanted to be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confuse&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I listen&lt;/span&gt; : to my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEARTBEAT&lt;/span&gt;. it never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can usually be fo&lt;/span&gt;und: on my bed.yup I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROMANTIC&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I m scared&lt;/span&gt;: of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cockroaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I need&lt;/span&gt;:an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMEGA &lt;/span&gt;watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am happy about&lt;/span&gt;:everything in my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I imagine&lt;/span&gt;: of meeting my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOGGER FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; atleast &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ONCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I tag&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; who reads it and also one &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who doesnt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-4337029106769683189?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4337029106769683189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=4337029106769683189&amp;isPopup=true' title='98 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4337029106769683189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4337029106769683189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-bout-me.html' title='all bout ME..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>98</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5237330995264817254</id><published>2008-06-10T16:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:53:46.622+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am IMPOSSIBLE</title><content type='html'>"Cmon u should try, its heavenly feeling"&lt;br /&gt;"No, ME  in love is IMPOSSIBLE"&lt;br /&gt;heheheheh " U know what, IMPOSSIBLE says I M POSSIBLE"&lt;br /&gt;"No No NO.."&lt;br /&gt;"Dont act like a kid know. I dont know why are u skeptical about LOVE, its IMMORTAL"&lt;br /&gt;"Even IMMORTAL says I'M MORTAL"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5237330995264817254?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5237330995264817254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5237330995264817254&amp;isPopup=true' title='93 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5237330995264817254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5237330995264817254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-impossible.html' title='I am IMPOSSIBLE'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>93</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5531505811011717083</id><published>2008-06-10T14:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:10:16.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>YAhooo...</title><content type='html'>my busy phase came to an end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for a change.....i have lots of time now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to internet and BLOGGING......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5531505811011717083?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5531505811011717083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5531505811011717083&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5531505811011717083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5531505811011717083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/yahooo.html' title='YAhooo...'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-1419390727044732361</id><published>2008-06-07T09:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:13:20.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 THINGS..</title><content type='html'>Ok i got some time now so i thought will finish with this tag by swati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 things ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; walking naked at home which i used to do 15 years back..( i was allergic to clothes then)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; my hostel life...(thers a whole post for it)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; asking money from my dad...not done tat for past 5 months....(trust me i work)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; partying with my friends.. (used to that when i was in hostel...every nite)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; sitting on my mom dad's lap ...(they complain of pain...i guess they dont love me anymore)..&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; travelling in ladies compartment..(i really miss this one)..&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; sitting in bhandup station for hrs and hrs..(used to do it during my college days)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; gals kissing me..(when i ask them now they gimme a weird look...does love fade after few decades)..&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; playing marbles..(dad says that doesnt suit an engineer)....&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adolescence......(no comments)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish to achieve in next decade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;--&gt; have a home in two continents...(India and US)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;--&gt; SUV's and sports car....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;--&gt; start my own business..(on any damn thing)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;--&gt; have a fridge full of beers..(thats 4 my dad..that was his dream when he was of my age)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;--&gt; fall in love...ok i mean rise in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;--&gt; some seriousness which i lack to the core..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;--&gt; to make some good friends while be in touch with the present ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;--&gt; understand FINANCE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;--&gt; watch a CRICKET WORLD CUP FINAL in stadium..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;--&gt; own a FORMULA 1 TEAM..(that after 2-3 decades)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-1419390727044732361?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1419390727044732361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=1419390727044732361&amp;isPopup=true' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1419390727044732361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1419390727044732361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-things.html' title='10 THINGS..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-6883025740332825529</id><published>2008-06-05T10:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:18:56.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a SMALL CHANGE...</title><content type='html'>Something worst happened in my life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thing which never happened in my entire life....and a thing which should have never happened.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My LIFE became BUSY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no tension, i can change my life in few days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gals dont worry and dont miss me.......and boys dare you go near them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-6883025740332825529?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6883025740332825529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=6883025740332825529&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6883025740332825529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6883025740332825529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/small-change.html' title='a SMALL CHANGE...'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2365536206664872371</id><published>2008-05-29T16:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:38:52.857+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE STORIES....</title><content type='html'>Classic &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE STORIES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my era...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROMEO AND JULIET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the end both died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TITANIC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEONARDO DICAPRIO dies due to cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QAYAMAT SE QAYAMAT TAK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aamir commits suicide as Juhi dies of a gun shot.....so both dies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my friends asks me " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NIRMAL, WHY DONT YOU FALL IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt;"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-2365536206664872371?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2365536206664872371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2365536206664872371&amp;isPopup=true' title='91 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2365536206664872371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2365536206664872371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-stories.html' title='LOVE STORIES....'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>91</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5870510952330976751</id><published>2008-05-26T16:08:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:17:42.504+05:30</updated><title type='text'>KARMA</title><content type='html'>I believe in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KARMA....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard it thousand times from hundreds of filmstars,industrialist,proffesionals etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I never understood it....What is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KARMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word seems very simple (a five letter word), but it sounds so complicated....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KARMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can You guys explain it to Me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one mean when he says " I believe in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KARMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5870510952330976751?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5870510952330976751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5870510952330976751&amp;isPopup=true' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5870510952330976751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5870510952330976751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/05/karma_26.html' title='KARMA'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-6017179931688035672</id><published>2008-05-23T17:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:08:23.367+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BUSINESS AND GALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUSINESS&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;GALS&lt;/strong&gt; are similar to each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; when they are with some other person, we want them badly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; when they cum to our possession we want to get rid of them badly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-6017179931688035672?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6017179931688035672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=6017179931688035672&amp;isPopup=true' title='70 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6017179931688035672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6017179931688035672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/05/business-and-gals.html' title='BUSINESS AND GALS'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>70</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-8275468683387934303</id><published>2008-05-20T17:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:08:06.459+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN SISTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;INDIA is my COUNTRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all INDIANS are my BROTHERS and SISTERS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder I love to marry PENELOPE CRUZ than AISHWARYA RAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-8275468683387934303?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8275468683387934303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=8275468683387934303&amp;isPopup=true' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8275468683387934303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8275468683387934303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/05/indian-sisters.html' title='INDIAN SISTERS'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-7041823309357070478</id><published>2008-05-17T23:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:30:39.058+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TEARS in HOSPITAL</title><content type='html'>It was not a normal day for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rohit&lt;/span&gt;.Finished his meeting by 11.00.He was tired.He was weak.His mind was not in his office.It was somewhere outside.But work pressure and some new projects brought him here.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suzzane&lt;/span&gt;, can u get me a cup of coffee."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure Sir."&lt;br /&gt;She was looking ravishing that day. White top hiding breast which could have given any Greek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goddess&lt;/span&gt; a complex and tight black skirt on perfectly curved buttocks. A cute face with smile on it and pair of eyes which could make any normal person a poet. No boss could have asked for a better secretary.&lt;br /&gt;"Sir here's your coffee"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Suzzane&lt;/span&gt;. And you looking great today"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Sir."&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, can i ask you something"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Whats bothering you these days.You seems to be quite restless."&lt;br /&gt;"You know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt; is going through.I want to be with her.But work keeps me here all the time.Last two nights i couldn't talk to her.Reached home after she slept and leaves before she wakes up.She's afraid.Even i am."&lt;br /&gt;"Sir everything will be fine.Have faith in God."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;He started checking his mails.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Suzzane&lt;/span&gt; started preparing for next meeting which was scheduled for 1.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Suzzane&lt;/span&gt; picked it up.After having a small conversation she hanged up and turned towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rohit&lt;/span&gt;.By sensing her eyes he knew something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"Whats the matter"&lt;br /&gt;"Sir,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt; Madam is admitted in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hinduja&lt;/span&gt; Hospital.The call was from your dad."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God.I am leaving now.And cancel all my meetings for a week"&lt;br /&gt;"OK Sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rohit&lt;/span&gt; hopped into his Safari.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hinduja&lt;/span&gt; Hospital was like 20 min from his work place.&lt;br /&gt;"Why did i leave her alone today"&lt;br /&gt;"I hope every thing's fine"&lt;br /&gt;He tried hard to concentrate on road.Tears,anxiousness made it really difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he reached hospital.Parked his car and ran towards receptionist.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sharma&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Third floor"&lt;br /&gt;He ran.He climbed three steps at a time.In 3rd floor he searched for his father.&lt;br /&gt;"Nurse can you please tell me where's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Priya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sharma&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Room 303" and pointed her finger towards his dad.&lt;br /&gt;He sprinted.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad hows she"&lt;br /&gt;"Shes inside operation theater."&lt;br /&gt;"Anything serious."&lt;br /&gt;"Everything will be fine beta".&lt;br /&gt;Just then a nurse came out of the theater and asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sharma&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"Congrats its a girl."&lt;br /&gt;A drop of salt water dripped down his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-7041823309357070478?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7041823309357070478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=7041823309357070478&amp;isPopup=true' title='63 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7041823309357070478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7041823309357070478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/05/tears-in-hospital.html' title='TEARS in HOSPITAL'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>63</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-7555725753728906061</id><published>2008-05-12T09:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:43:48.151+05:30</updated><title type='text'>unlucky WIFE..</title><content type='html'>if DIAMONDS are said to be BEST FRIEND of WOMEN, then my WIFE will be without FRIENDS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-7555725753728906061?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7555725753728906061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=7555725753728906061&amp;isPopup=true' title='79 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7555725753728906061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7555725753728906061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/05/unlucky-wife.html' title='unlucky WIFE..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>79</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-3595727148751930403</id><published>2008-05-08T16:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:00:13.302+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOSTEL - the EDUCATION centre..</title><content type='html'>i just heard from one aunty that kids gets into bad habits if they stay in HOSTEL..&lt;br /&gt;so untrue..&lt;br /&gt;infact i must say kids learn a lot by living in  a hostel...&lt;br /&gt;as i myself stayed in hostel for 4 years i will pen down things that are comman in hostel and what kids learn from it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; u miss ur family and home    &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( family love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&gt; sometimes one get really bad food in canteen, but still you will have to eat as thers no other option     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(survive in any damn condition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; you will get students from all part of  INDIA. infact HOSTEL itself can be termed as a country &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(brotherhood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; u will find guys talking to their girl friends late at night sitting at stairs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(communication skills)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; you can feel fresh without taking bath for 2-3 days &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(water management)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; on excited days we used to leave our room partners alone with some cds and a computer &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-operation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; we used to discuss about every damn thing sitting in a room...from movies to bitchy gals&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..(power of speech)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; every single guys suffers from financial crisis and somehow he manges to get aid ( from friends or by lying at home)      &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(stand up from economic trouble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; the guys who has been to ladies hostel are considered as lucky chap  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(pride)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; tournaments (cricket or football) are considered as war  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sportsman spirit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no one sleeps before 2 am  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(to utilize every single sec of life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; many skips first few lectures  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(how to work without affecting your health (sleep))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; exam time no one sleeps       &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (work pressure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; many fails or gets ATKTs   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  ( failures in life) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; next time clears 7-8 papers together        &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  ( sucess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; new girl friends or heart breaks are celebrated with beers    &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(be happy no matter what)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; many many many sex tips and sex talks by experienced gurus &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sex education)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving gender all other things are same in girl hostels..&lt;br /&gt;so tell me whats wrong in hostels??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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centre..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-4147144693181112101</id><published>2008-05-04T00:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:07:01.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why did you join ENGINEERING?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was standing there  with mike in my hand... many eyes on me and ears waiting to hear my answer..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will you join my BUSINESS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i still remeber i was in 8th grade when my dad poped this question on me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i said NO straight way. why. i dont know ...might be because i never saw my family going for a holiday as business needs time....i dint want same life of my dad..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that was last time when my dad asked me that question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then my family brought in the word ENGINEERING in my life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;scored quite well in 10th ..got into science college...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;did well in 12th...got into ENGINEERING college....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was my freshers party when this question was asked by my seniors..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why did you join ENGINEERING?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was standing there ... with mike in my hand... many eyes on me and ears waiting to hear my answer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i gave some witty answer and i won best fresher award....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but this is one question where i remain numb....completely numb..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its not i hate this field or i did  ENGINEERING for my parents...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i did it because i dint have any dream of my own...i try to give my best shot always  and thus became an ENGINEER without flunking....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why did you take Mechanical ENGINEERING as your field?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my interviewer asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"i love automobiles..bikes car etc...tats why took this field sir"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he was impressed and gave me job...but i wasnt..i was lying....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i never changed my decisions..i said no to my father's business, never ever in my life i felt i did wrong. i said no to MBA and i dont regret it.i njoyed 6 months after my degree and i am proud of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my friends say they are intrested in advertising field,robotics ,music etc and they are pursuing their carrer in that.but i dont have any such likings i guess..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now i am planning to go for my masters degree in US by this year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why?? dont know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people say &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where there is a will there is a way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for me its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where there is a way there is a will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-4147144693181112101?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4147144693181112101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=4147144693181112101&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4147144693181112101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4147144693181112101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-me.html' title='its ME'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-1389927096621835434</id><published>2008-04-28T10:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:52:29.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CHEERLEADERS</title><content type='html'>CHEERLEADERS grabed&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;lots&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of attention in currently running IPL ( Indian Premier League)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some attention due to very less cloths and some due to fully covered gals in last match at MUMBAI....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now many politicians are having a good time by saying this CHEERLEADERS doesnt fit in our customs..&lt;br /&gt;but as far as i know our customs says that our KINGS use to visit &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mujras &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;or&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; tamashas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dont feel these CHEERLEADERS doesnt fit our customs...i feel they are very much part of it...lolsss&lt;br /&gt;so what u feel ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we need to ban CHEERLEADERS?..&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;let them have a good time dancing and give us good time watching them?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well RAKHI SAWANT feels the following:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;they should be banned because they are vulgar&lt;/em&gt;"..lolss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='CHEERLEADERS'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-7445121785805778251</id><published>2008-04-22T12:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:54:40.605+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GALS and HAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;statement :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GALS usually play with her HAIR if she is intrested in the GUY with her or in front of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Questions: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GALS: Do u really play with ur hair if u r intrested?...Have you done it before?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys: Do you believe in the above statement?..Do you have any such experiences?..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;answers awaited...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-7445121785805778251?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7445121785805778251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=7445121785805778251&amp;isPopup=true' title='80 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7445121785805778251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/7445121785805778251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/04/statement-gals-usually-play-with-her.html' title='GALS and HAIR'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>80</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5146779250410071920</id><published>2008-04-15T16:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:42:46.095+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LENS or NO lens.........</title><content type='html'>hey guys please help me out...&lt;br /&gt;i have specs..not the soda glass one..lols.&lt;br /&gt;got a frame less specs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was planning to switch to LENS...yesterday went 4 enquiry too...&lt;br /&gt;but when i was listening(not really) to that gal, i thought they are not made for me..(LENS and not that gals)..&lt;br /&gt;i mean it says no washing your face with it on.....no travelling on bike without glares(nite time that can be fatal..lolss)..no sleep(this one is hard coz i do sleep while travelling)...and a many dos and donts on maintaing LENS..&lt;br /&gt;so i thought specs is good...no tension and no problem&lt;br /&gt;also i got compliment from gals for the same too..(cmon guys...gal other than my sis..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the TRUTH is i love glares a lot....and i think with glares on and no specs the vision will not be  clear one...(but can manage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i can see without specs too...but i love clear vision..(lots of hot chicks where i work)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what to do,&lt;br /&gt;i love my frame less specs, i love ray ban ka glares and i dont want LENS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me out...&lt;br /&gt;(scientific reasons will also do)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please no laser operation...i hate the word hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5146779250410071920?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5146779250410071920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5146779250410071920&amp;isPopup=true' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5146779250410071920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5146779250410071920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/04/lens-or-no-lens.html' title='LENS or NO lens.........'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-1907611623322418777</id><published>2008-04-11T09:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:02:02.418+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NEWSPAPERS</title><content type='html'>some of my habits are incorporated on me by my parents.....&lt;br /&gt;the day when i spoke my first word "mamma",i saw my dad throwing away something from sofa and picking me up.... (of course coz of happiness and not to throw me away)....&lt;br /&gt;i cudnt understand what he threw ..that was large almost of my size...&lt;br /&gt;after few years i started calling it &lt;strong&gt;NEWSPAPER&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;i have been reading it since then...&lt;br /&gt;nowadays the articles in it are very funny ...&lt;br /&gt;yes funnier than many of the cartoons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now almost every &lt;strong&gt;NEWSPAPER&lt;/strong&gt;  speaks about global warming. they say it is because of pollution,deforestation etc.i.e because of humans...&lt;br /&gt;i thought yes we should reduce pollution, start planting plants to reduce global warming...&lt;br /&gt;some days back the same &lt;strong&gt;NEWSPAPER&lt;/strong&gt; told me that some scientist has proved that global warming is not because of humans but coz of natural phenomenon.one cant do anything to reduce it.&lt;br /&gt;now when i feel hot i say "kalyug hai" while some months i used to say "jaise karni waise bharni"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this summer began all N&lt;strong&gt;EWSPAPERS&lt;/strong&gt; started speaking about how much water one must consume.it said one must drink many glass of water to remain fresh and to avoid dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;now yesterday i read an article in same &lt;strong&gt;NEWSPAPER&lt;/strong&gt; stating that drinking lots of water dissolves some essential nutrients of the body hence making body weak.&lt;br /&gt;well here &lt;strong&gt;NEWSPAPER&lt;/strong&gt;  spoke about making a body feel fresh and weak at the same time by same element (water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are many......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now blame &lt;strong&gt;NEWSPAPER&lt;/strong&gt; for my state of mind .......................&lt;br /&gt;tat is ....&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-1907611623322418777?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1907611623322418777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=1907611623322418777&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1907611623322418777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/1907611623322418777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/04/newspapers-do-they-any-good.html' title='NEWSPAPERS'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-8079456706666153562</id><published>2008-04-09T10:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:24:19.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;finally got music in my blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks to anvita as i got it from her blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;music i am playing now is the theme of godfather by band GnR....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GODFATHER is a novel which i follow like an bible...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GnR is a band which got some great music and songs..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so here i got both in one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so njoy guys..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-8079456706666153562?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8079456706666153562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=8079456706666153562&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8079456706666153562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/8079456706666153562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/04/music.html' title='MUSIC....'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-4194349351709552365</id><published>2008-04-07T16:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:39:49.995+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CONCLUSION --------------finally</title><content type='html'>finally after two posts and many good comments i conclude the following:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no two person's perspective about love is similar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;for some love is glamourised too much while for some it makes all logic fail..&lt;br /&gt;for some love can happen again in life while some says love shudnot happen after marriage&lt;br /&gt;for some right person in life is situational and for some the first person they met is the right one.&lt;br /&gt;and so on.....................&lt;br /&gt;what is love?....&lt;br /&gt;i still cant figure out that..&lt;br /&gt;maybe in coming years i can...&lt;br /&gt;till then.....&lt;br /&gt;happy flirting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-4194349351709552365?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4194349351709552365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=4194349351709552365&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4194349351709552365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4194349351709552365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/04/conclusion-finally.html' title='CONCLUSION --------------finally'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5288483316321345190</id><published>2008-04-05T10:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:24:28.584+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE thy FREIND----2</title><content type='html'>well in my post LOVE thy FRIEND i wrote two main things :&lt;br /&gt;1) one cant find a good life partner in their best friends (opposite sex indeed)..lols.&lt;br /&gt;2) love only happens once..&lt;br /&gt;well in the comments everyone proved that i was completely wrong in both the cases..&lt;br /&gt;i love when  proved  wrong only because it shows i still dont know life and have to learn a lot..&lt;br /&gt;i understand people can find love in their best friend as they know each other well,loves each others company and thus love.&lt;br /&gt;but what i disagree is love can happen more than once..&lt;br /&gt;still dont get this point clear..how is it possible..&lt;br /&gt;well i compared it with my family....&lt;br /&gt;what if my dad says that he is in love with some other lady?..its not that he doesnt love my mom anymore....but fall in love once again...&lt;br /&gt;i cant take..its wrong...&lt;br /&gt;same is case with saif ali khan...or aamir khan...&lt;br /&gt;so guys what u say is it right to break from ur marriage only because u r in love again...&lt;br /&gt;or can i name it infidelity..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5288483316321345190?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5288483316321345190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5288483316321345190&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5288483316321345190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5288483316321345190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-thy-freind-2.html' title='LOVE thy FREIND----2'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2590402695220932158</id><published>2008-04-03T16:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:08:24.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ORKUT full2 timepass..</title><content type='html'>i got in2 orkut around 2 yrs back...and i must admit it is addictive..&lt;br /&gt;i love it...i met many old friends of mine....&lt;br /&gt;it helps me to be in touch with my friends....&lt;br /&gt;but as usual i found many funny things in that.....&lt;br /&gt;in people's profile infact..&lt;br /&gt;this post is 4 tat...&lt;br /&gt;below given r things which tickled my funny bone&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;about me: i m a fun loving,friendly person..&lt;strong&gt;loves making friends&lt;/strong&gt;.....(then goes many things bout that person)..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strangers &lt;/strong&gt;please stay away from my profile.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**if no new person in one's life, then how would one make new friends****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;above fun is usually found in gal's profile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ideal match: india vs pakistan in 2004 world cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**now who the hell said tats funny****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;above fun is found in both gender's profile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here for: friends and dating (women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ideal date: going for a Man U and Chelsea match...man it wud be fun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**no wonder u r still searching 4 a date***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;above fun is found in boy's profile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here for: dating (men and women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**still wondering hows it possible**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seen in both gender's profile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about me: i believe in equality of sexes .....thats y i want my gal to ask me out.......and also pay for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**no wonder i m still single** lols....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;above fun u will only find in my profile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-2590402695220932158?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2590402695220932158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2590402695220932158&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2590402695220932158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2590402695220932158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/04/orkut-full2-timepass.html' title='ORKUT full2 timepass..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-3825546483717160394</id><published>2008-04-02T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:45:42.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Big screen Big issues...</title><content type='html'>there was a time when u could only see love stories on big screen......&lt;br /&gt;the happy ending kinds...where you can leave theater with smiling face..&lt;br /&gt;but for last few years we are also being shown movies on social isues......&lt;br /&gt;which is not always happy ending kind...and the one which forces you to think about it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YUVA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RDB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were kind of movies which said that to improve or to make society a better place to live we have to take active part in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWADESH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which said it is very important to work for our own country towards its prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TZP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said every child is different and parents should treat their child as a bud which is gonna spread its fragnance in future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAJJA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which pointed out various problems faced by woman in todays society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAGHBAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which pointed out that our old parents needs us which many people dont remember..&lt;br /&gt;many more.....&lt;br /&gt;the real reason for this post is to ask you these questions&lt;br /&gt;Do we really think of these issues after getting out of the theater?..&lt;br /&gt;or are these issues merely taken up for entertainment??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-3825546483717160394?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3825546483717160394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=3825546483717160394&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3825546483717160394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3825546483717160394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-screen.html' title='Big screen Big issues...'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-6245318204191855825</id><published>2008-03-31T14:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:40:22.048+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE thy FRIEND..</title><content type='html'>Q.how do u want your partner to be?&lt;br /&gt;A.he/she should be a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;the ans comes in  micro-seconds....&lt;br /&gt;there are many other points too,but this answer you will find comman in all.&lt;br /&gt;even i believe that our partner shud be a good friend with whom we can share our good and bad times,secrets etc.&lt;br /&gt;so ur love should be ur best friend.&lt;br /&gt;but its inverse is not true.&lt;br /&gt;u cannot develop crush on ur best friend.i mean its ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the mistake which most of the people commit.they feel they are in love when they share a perfect rapport with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is they are just friends and not lovers.&lt;br /&gt;to be in love is entirely different then to b friends.its just a  entirely different stage.&lt;br /&gt;a stage above friendship.&lt;br /&gt;consider a pyramid with love at the top and friendship just below that.&lt;br /&gt;that can even be explained by these two scenes:&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 1-&lt;br /&gt;adam and eve are two childhood friends.they share everything.crushes,secrets,mistakes commited everything.later on one day they both were in a beach.suddenly a cool breeze blows away eve's dupata.it catches adam's glare.background music starts and he feels" ohh my god i m in love with her".&lt;br /&gt;i m sorry to say but this only happens in karan johar movies.&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 2-&lt;br /&gt;adam and eve met in a comman friends party.they both gets attracted to each other.adam moves forward and strikes a conversation.he asks for her no.they started talking on phone.their meeting become frequent.they started sharing thier feelings,secrets etc.then one fine day adam proposes eve.&lt;br /&gt;now if u see in both cases they were good friends.but love is only in 2nd case.&lt;br /&gt;i always believed love needs attraction at first.but that doesnt mean all attractions are love.&lt;br /&gt;its very trully said &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u might have many good friends but you love only once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-6245318204191855825?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6245318204191855825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=6245318204191855825&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6245318204191855825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/6245318204191855825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-thy-friend.html' title='LOVE thy FRIEND..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-3921466101026495399</id><published>2008-03-28T11:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:40:12.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RELATIONSHIP.. what a fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In the world of romance, one single rule applies to men:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make the woman happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do something she likes, and you get points.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't get any points for doing something she expects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, that's the way the game is played. Here is a guide to the point system:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIMPLE DUTIES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make the bed (+1)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You go out to buy her what she wants (+5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the rain (+8)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But return withBeer &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You check out a suspicious noise at night (0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing (0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You pummel it with iron rod (+10)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's her pet &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You stay by her side the entire party (0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college buddy &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Named Rita &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rita is a dancer &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rita is single and is really beautiful &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-80)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HER BIRTHDAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You forget her birthday &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-500)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You take her out to dinner (0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Okay, it's a sports bar &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's all-you-can-eat night &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colours of your favourite team &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A NIGHT OUT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You take her to a movie (+2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You take her to a movie she likes (+4)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You take her to a movie you hate (+6)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You take her to a movie you like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's called 'DeathCop' &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY THE 'BIG' QUESTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She asks, "Do I look fat?" &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Yes, you LOSE points no matter WHAT]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You hesitate in responding &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; You reply, "Where?" &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-35)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any other response &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMMUNICATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When she wants to talk about a problem , you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned __expression (0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; You listen, for over 30 minutes (+50)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV (+300)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(-1000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now what chance do you have??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note: this came to me as a forwarded mail..but its so true that i had to put it here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-3921466101026495399?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3921466101026495399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=3921466101026495399&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3921466101026495399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3921466101026495399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/03/relationship-what-fun.html' title='RELATIONSHIP.. what a fun'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-2851895408616337942</id><published>2008-03-26T09:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:59:33.271+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WOMEN- naam hi kaafi hai..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Society is always male oriented&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know which fool is still using this phrase...&lt;br /&gt;i guess it should be now restated to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Society from now will always be WOMEN oriented&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadys everywhere you will find women.....&lt;br /&gt;various books like &lt;em&gt;know ur women, wat women wants, how to impress ur women..&lt;/em&gt;list goes on..these books are written by both male and female authors..&lt;br /&gt;u will hardly find any on male..&lt;br /&gt;pink is the colour of the season ..( i must admit gals look cute in that)..&lt;br /&gt;u will find many cases where husband quits his job to look after kids while wife concentrates in her career...and it is simply because she earns more..&lt;br /&gt;my roots are from that state where female to male ratio is higher and where kids till early 1980s had their mother's family name attached to them..&lt;br /&gt;in roads u will find guys checking out gals.....and gals checking out gals..( dont take it wrong,gals r usually checking wat the other is wearing,bag etc)..&lt;br /&gt;we always complain that gals take a lot of time for dressing up or in make up... but we forget all these small things when we see her (eight wonder) and loads her with compliments&lt;br /&gt;we live in a country where a woman is the President and as good as PM( i know our PM wont mind it)....&lt;br /&gt;we call our country mother (bharat maa)......and one of our sacred river is named after a godess (ganga)&lt;br /&gt;man......when was our society male oriented?????&lt;br /&gt;as women are confident,strong by heart, independent etc.. there are things which must be changed in society.&lt;br /&gt;(i have even stated this on my orkut profile).&lt;br /&gt;why cant women ask their men out for a date? why cant she pay for it? why cant she pull the chair out and make sure that her boy is comfortable?....why cant they...&lt;br /&gt;i know it looks good only on papers....and cant be brought to practise..&lt;br /&gt;even i wont let my gal do all these things..&lt;br /&gt;as at the end of the day..its all about making ur LADY happy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-2851895408616337942?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2851895408616337942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=2851895408616337942&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2851895408616337942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/2851895408616337942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/03/women-perfect-antique.html' title='WOMEN- naam hi kaafi hai..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-7118689537700441202</id><published>2008-03-24T10:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:04:45.581+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RACE.........</title><content type='html'>yesterday went for RACE with friends..&lt;br /&gt;back in my mind i always had this feeling that this would be a cheap flick...&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out to be a great one......i feel a must watch..&lt;br /&gt;i find no reason why any1 will hate this movie....&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;guys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;sexy looking chicks&lt;br /&gt;fast cars and horses&lt;br /&gt;exotic locations&lt;br /&gt;suspense and thrill&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;ultra rich hunks who always talks in million dollars&lt;br /&gt;neat and clean (house and offices)&lt;br /&gt;a guy who hates smoking and drinking&lt;br /&gt;no cricket&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;good music&lt;br /&gt;romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;warning&lt;/em&gt;: dont go for this movie with ur partner. coz if u waste even a second looking in2 each others eyes u might miss a suspense and whole evening u will feel like a dumb ass...&lt;br /&gt;so stick with ur friends....&lt;br /&gt;happy living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-7118689537700441202?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-7256768065917112444</id><published>2008-03-21T11:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:09:32.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FREE and SEX</title><content type='html'>no no...i havent changed my blog to a porn site...&lt;br /&gt;i have read it in an article and it is very true,......&lt;br /&gt;FREE and SEX are the two words which attracts a lot of attention...&lt;br /&gt;be any product, just put this two magic words and it will do miracle....&lt;br /&gt;and if ur policy cannot offer any of the 2,  put &lt;em&gt;conditions applied&lt;/em&gt; in right hand side corner...&lt;br /&gt;people will make ur brand popular.....and u will get infinite enquires...&lt;br /&gt;happy advertising...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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SEX'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-4838154289673664532</id><published>2008-03-19T16:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:22:46.175+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOLY WEEK..</title><content type='html'>this week is holy week for all religions....&lt;br /&gt;20th we have Id.....Id mubarak frnds..&lt;br /&gt;21st we have good friday.......go 4 masses..&lt;br /&gt;22nd we have holi....festival of fun anf frolic...&lt;br /&gt;23rd we have easter...happy easter.....&lt;br /&gt;happiest will be the people working in banks or government offices...&lt;br /&gt;but for people like me who works 4 private companies, its the same tiring work hrs....&lt;br /&gt;i just hope muslim frnds will call me to their place for having biryani and kheer..plz&lt;br /&gt;christian for wine.......plzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;hindus for bhang....plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;keeping fingers crossed and waiting for call.....&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY LIVING......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-4838154289673664532?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4838154289673664532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=4838154289673664532&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4838154289673664532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/4838154289673664532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-week.html' title='HOLY WEEK..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5595778383220042008</id><published>2008-03-18T10:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:17:40.479+05:30</updated><title type='text'>life is beautiful..</title><content type='html'>today morning it was a pleasant feeling altogether....&lt;br /&gt;no reasons for that...as i had a good sleep i was feeling good..&lt;br /&gt;when i left my home for office, first thing i saw was a small kid with his father going to his school (kindergarden)..&lt;br /&gt;what a time it was?.. time of our innocence...time when we started facing new world apart from our family...new people ,new place, new things...&lt;br /&gt;then as i moved further i saw school boys and gals going out for a scout...&lt;br /&gt;its that period when we make friends,know how to live in a society and how to work for the benefit of it...we get first taste of tension during our exams and results...sometimes we see sucesss and sometimes failure....we get introduced to sports...we fall...we break ...but we would never stop..&lt;br /&gt;walking along with them ( scouts) i realised how quickly i reached station....&lt;br /&gt;when i got down at station ( cst) i saw some college guys hanging out at Mac D...&lt;br /&gt;teenage is that period when we explore our world on our own principles...period when we feel we are more smarter then our parents.. we love to disobey them..but also go to them when we are in trouble..then we feel our parents are more or less right....but still continue to make wrong decisions..its not that we dont know...its just for thrill..to be cool in crowd....get crushes..... broken heart...valentines day more important than independence day ( tats because all days for us then are independence day)..&lt;br /&gt;i reached my office..there i saw people on laptop...on meetings...&lt;br /&gt;age of reaponsibilty.....age of earning bread and butter...we know our parents are getting older....we become serious...more focused..want promotions...no time for entertainment as life itself becomes one.....&lt;br /&gt;i had many people around me when i left my home till i reached my office...but i cudnt see them...as i couldnt relate my life with them....&lt;br /&gt;maybe in few decades i will.....&lt;br /&gt;till then..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY LIVING...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5595778383220042008?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5595778383220042008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5595778383220042008&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5595778383220042008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5595778383220042008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-beautiful.html' title='life is beautiful..'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-5125320056967793409</id><published>2008-03-12T10:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:53:21.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BUDGET.....</title><content type='html'>There are two kind of people in this world .....&lt;br /&gt;one who takes budget seriously.....others who dont..&lt;br /&gt;i fall in the latter category....&lt;br /&gt;for my last 22 yrs i never gave importance to BUDGET. i wud only come to know about them when i c our FM's photo on front page of newspapers and lot of news on tax,prices,market around him&lt;br /&gt;but this year it was different.&lt;br /&gt;coz i m working now i was supposed to give importance to BUDGET.&lt;br /&gt; morning when i boarded the train the atmosphere was  different. i cud hear people making their own BUDGET as if FM's gonna ask them their views. but i cud see them happy and that made me feel good. like everyday i prefered bryan adams " everything i do" than their talks.&lt;br /&gt;at office i had a cup of tea and waited for the BUDGET talks to begun.thanks to my manager we where busy with our works rather talks.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch like everyday i went for a walk.but this time the scenario was different.people whom i used to c laughing or glaring at gals was busy going through afternoon papers.paper vendors were happier than INDIAN cricket team after they won the australian series, probably coz their papers were sold out.last time when i saw this number of people reading was during my board exams outside our examination school.&lt;br /&gt;but even at that time i preferd scanning gals and their beauty.&lt;br /&gt;when i boarded my train for return journey, the BUDGET talks were more heavy and was intensified.but this time i cudnt ignore them as my phone battery was low ( so no more bryan adams). people where talking bout taxes, returns blah blah and also things which i have never heard.i was feeling like an alien in the world of finance.&lt;br /&gt;" i have gone through this all  my life and trust me, we are not at all affected by BUDGET"&lt;br /&gt;there was silence in whole compartment.these words came from a old person sitting on window seat on other side.&lt;br /&gt;" tell me what differnce had the last BUDGET bring in ur life?".&lt;br /&gt;i easily ignored the question.others dint had an answer , so ignored the question.&lt;br /&gt;" old people are insane" i heard from the person standing next to me. thn people continued with the BUDGET conversation.but i cudnt, so started scanning chicks from the grill.&lt;br /&gt;During dinner time my family  speaks bout whole day.my dad, my sis,my mom, all shares that days experience. i usually dont have any thats why remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;but that day i shared that old man's view with them.&lt;br /&gt;" what crap, thats so untrue. we are affected by BUDGET. the price of gas cylinder, fuels, vehicles change after every BUDGET." my dad spatted.&lt;br /&gt;i ignored the last two reasons ( fuels, vehicles) as they are of no use for our family. but gas cylinder, yes, we are affected from BUDGET.&lt;br /&gt;last week on saturday i was njoying a chat with gal in orkut. suddenly the door bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;" mom look whos it."&lt;br /&gt;" u see, i m cooking."&lt;br /&gt;so i ran to open the door.when i did open, i saw a man in red uniform with sweat and grt muscular body. first thing that striked my mind was is he a spartan from 3oo movie.&lt;br /&gt;" gas"&lt;br /&gt;"haan ek minute"&lt;br /&gt;i wnt to kitchen, rolled out old cylinder and brought it to the door.&lt;br /&gt;he exchanged the old one with new and adjusted it in the trolly.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me the bill.&lt;br /&gt;i saw 306.25 .i took moms purse out and gave him 307.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly his expressions changed.i thought did i insult him in someways. i cud see anger and frustration in his face.&lt;br /&gt;"memsab nahi hai kya"&lt;br /&gt;"haan ek min....mom"&lt;br /&gt;mom came out.asked him reason.&lt;br /&gt;"kya hai memsab yeh"&lt;br /&gt;mom checks out money from his hand and says " sorry bhaiya, usse pata nahi hai"&lt;br /&gt;she gave him another 3 rupees.&lt;br /&gt;mom closed the door.i asked why did she give him extra money.&lt;br /&gt;"bechara hai woh,kitna weight utha tha hai"&lt;br /&gt;" mom but thats his job"&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i went back to the BUDGET day. i heard those words again.&lt;br /&gt;" we are not affected by BUDGET"&lt;br /&gt;i thought its so true. we never gets affected by that. what would have happened if gas cylinders price was increased to 308.my mom would have paid him 310.&lt;br /&gt;so does we follow the BUDGET.&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;its a story of a middle class family.ever thought what might be taking place in multinational companies.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when i was returning from 5.59 titwala fast. i saw that old man again.we dint speak. but i think words where flowing from our minds.&lt;br /&gt;i smiled ( you where right old man)&lt;br /&gt;he smiled( i know gentleman).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-5125320056967793409?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5125320056967793409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=5125320056967793409&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5125320056967793409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/5125320056967793409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/03/budget.html' title='BUDGET.....'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972629159962785306.post-3471418161046691786</id><published>2008-03-10T11:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:26:06.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>track of life....</title><content type='html'>Recently i read a novel named "&lt;em&gt;ZAHIR&lt;/em&gt;" by POULO COELHO. In this novel the author has described how we live our life on the rules that are imposed on us by some person long back. Even if we dont want to follow that rules, we are forced to do that by society. He has explained this by giving a simple eg. of the distance between two railway tracks. How  the distance between tracks  are same and will remain the same all throughout. We still follow it, and its sad that we are following the rules imposed on us by some Romans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of author has touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts so true, and we are so helpless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4972629159962785306-3471418161046691786?l=childsthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3471418161046691786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4972629159962785306&amp;postID=3471418161046691786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3471418161046691786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4972629159962785306/posts/default/3471418161046691786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childsthought.blogspot.com/2008/03/track-of-life.html' title='track of life....'/><author><name>Nirmal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180600680274042328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68LJINQ8-Rc/TTibvdrRB2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vkLMoS0VYC4/S220/29757_416951559720_779114720_4083174_3180712_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
