<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481</id><updated>2009-08-31T21:36:18.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Search</title><subtitle type='html'>Soul search... the vibes .. the responses of heart to happenings around and happening within</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-1108130017216143930</id><published>2008-01-22T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:47:08.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Death of a DreamThe warrior unwound bow and rested quiver of arrows with support of trunk of a tree. As he pitched his tent, the day that passed, flashed in front of his eyes. The day was the day, when a dream had died. In corner of his eyes, he could see the funeral pyre on which he had set the dead dream to fire. The heat waves from the pyre blew across his face and reminded him of the warm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/1108130017216143930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=1108130017216143930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/1108130017216143930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/1108130017216143930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-of-dream-warrior-unwound-bow-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-116530471867650112</id><published>2006-12-05T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:45:18.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Biggest thing in worldIn a preschool class, teacher asked the toddlers ,"Tell me what is the biggest thing in the world". First Child replied,"My Dad". Second child replied, "An Elephant". "No T-Rex is the largest",challenged the third. "A Mountain is bigger than even the T Rex , Mountain is biggest thing in whole world", fourth child challenged with smile of triumph. When teacher asked the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/116530471867650112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=116530471867650112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/116530471867650112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/116530471867650112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2006/12/biggest-thing-in-world-in-preschool.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-116417188628854718</id><published>2006-11-22T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:07:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drink Your TeaDrink your tea slowly and reverently,as if it is the axison which the world earth revolves- slowly, evenly, withoutrushing toward the future;Live the actual moment.Only this moment is life. - Thich Nhat HanhI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/116417188628854718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=116417188628854718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/116417188628854718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/116417188628854718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2006/11/drink-your-tea-drink-your-tea-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-115080054374441587</id><published>2006-06-20T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:05:11.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Not my will,but thine be done.For what is thy will ,is mune for thee.Go thy way as other men, and be thou happy on the earth..." - IllusionsI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/115080054374441587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=115080054374441587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/115080054374441587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/115080054374441587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-my-willbut-thine-be-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-115042115996045815</id><published>2006-06-16T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T09:26:00.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had read a Sanskrit phrase about two pieces of driftwood brought together by current of ocean, and then they drift apart ...ever wondered if there is a universal soul in the driftwood, will it rue on the parting with company that gave it a momentary respite from its lonely journey. Will it cherish that time , or it will be just a moment with a difference and it will continue with its journey into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/115042115996045815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=115042115996045815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/115042115996045815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/115042115996045815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2006/06/had-read-sanskrit-phrase-about-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-114544490146115078</id><published>2006-04-19T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:08:21.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In span of moment</title><summary type='text'>Somebody somewhere is making a victory lap as somewhere else someone is dejected on biting dust. “Honey I am home!!” somebody announces his arrival, “who is waiting for me?” someone wonders as they trudge their way home. Celebration of birth is accompanied by somebody passing away, somebody being rushed to emergency room elsewhere. At this moment somewhere someone prepared dinner, elsewhere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/114544490146115078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=114544490146115078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/114544490146115078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/114544490146115078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-span-of-moment.html' title='In span of moment'/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-114519455947279083</id><published>2006-04-16T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:39:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose of Human Life :A different perspective</title><summary type='text'>This weekend got a  chance to listen to stand-up comedy act of George Carlin .For raconteur George, politics, religion, advertising, life of general American public ,nothing is a out of bound topic. While other comedy acts just tickle the funny bones by their wordplay and sex jokes , this person stands out as perceptive social critic. At one end he pokes fun of elitist games like golf, which he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/114519455947279083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=114519455947279083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/114519455947279083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/114519455947279083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2006/04/purpose-of-human-life-different.html' title='Purpose of Human Life :A different perspective'/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-114198173919062485</id><published>2006-03-10T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T17:16:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>0659 hrs a blaring horn on ground level and screeching brakes, as some soul making his/her way thru traffic starts another day in his/her life .Somewhere in the Condo nearby at 150 ft above the ground level another soul stirs up with blaring horn &amp; screeching brakes acting as morning alarm, wondering not even 3 hours of sleep when another day starts. Somewhere in between the ground and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/114198173919062485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=114198173919062485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/114198173919062485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/114198173919062485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2006/03/0659-hrs-blaring-horn-on-ground-level.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-113741360196091397</id><published>2006-01-16T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:13:21.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mathematics of Injustice.Arundhati Roy is firm on her decision to not accept Sahitya Academy award. As much as I respect her for her literary achievements and her work as Human rights activist, this albeit is tad too unjust on her to the Indian premier literary body. The way she portrays democratic government in India is like its some military regime in Myanmar and she is like the only messiah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/113741360196091397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=113741360196091397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113741360196091397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113741360196091397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2006/01/mathematics-of-injustice_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-113733206523755546</id><published>2006-01-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:37:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>House Cleaning.The small niche carved ages agoIs covered with cobwebs of times On some unwary moment As I sit to clean the house The niche cleaned brings The image in forefront Hazy dreams...the only witnesses To your noiseless parade In every moment of my lifeI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/113733206523755546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=113733206523755546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113733206523755546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113733206523755546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2006/01/house-cleaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-113679500163423874</id><published>2006-01-09T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:25:47.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Broadband Service in Capital of Malaysia... .A new broadband service provider has posted advertisement and hoardings in neighborhood. So I call up their Customer Support numberMe : Hello I am _____ I stay at ______ wanted make inquiry about _______Customer Support Lady : Whats your problemlaaa ?Me : Hello I am _____ I stay at ______ wanted make inquiry about _______Customer Support Lady : Ok ... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/113679500163423874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=113679500163423874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113679500163423874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113679500163423874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2006/01/broadband-service-in-capital-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-113275544040795211</id><published>2005-11-23T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:00:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Empathy with English August .Running felt splendid,clockwork movement,the criss-cross of arm and leg,rhythm and balance,the steady healthy panting,the illusion that the body was being used well.Had read English August twice before and for some strange reason packed it on my way to KL. In many ways it turns out Agastya and myself or rather life in Madna ( the town in which Agastya Sen was posted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/113275544040795211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=113275544040795211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113275544040795211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113275544040795211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/11/empathy-with-english-august.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-113255676450260600</id><published>2005-11-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:07:58.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter and the catching up with pop culture.Nearly 5 years ago during the holiday season in Minneapolis, I was witness to kids and grown ups alike standing in a serpentine queue for getting their copy of Harry Potter ,&amp; never figured out what’s the whole fuss about, was witness to another serpentine queue yesterday for the latest movie from the Harry Potter Stable “The Goblet Of Fire” ,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/113255676450260600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=113255676450260600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113255676450260600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113255676450260600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter-and-catching-up-with-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-113134669144866272</id><published>2005-11-07T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:58:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A brilliant CTRL+H job … taste of India, and gambling vacationLast week was Holiday Bonanza with Eid following Diwali … and the way I spent itAngels &amp; Demons This Dan Brown Novel was written before the famous ‘Da Vinci code’ ,but to those who are aware of Ctrl+H command that’s commonly used in computer world to replace a set of words/characters. Da vinci has too many similarities with A&amp;D ,rather</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/113134669144866272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=113134669144866272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113134669144866272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/113134669144866272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/11/brilliant-ctrlh-job-taste-of-india-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-112450994788661267</id><published>2005-08-20T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T11:52:27.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice Tale : I Decided to Quit ... !!! One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my Spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I Said "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" His answer Surprised me..."Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"  "Yes", I replied."When I planted the fern and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/112450994788661267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=112450994788661267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/112450994788661267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/112450994788661267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/08/nice-tale-i-decided-to-quit_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-112338989983439073</id><published>2005-08-07T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T12:44:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Living with pride , heart of a racer.. While the F1 fraternity has taken a three weeks vacation, racing fan like me is exploring the friendly neighborhoods of KL. In wee hours of saturday morning as the crowd lazily dispersed from plaza mont kiara,I was still soaking the melodies rendered by tenor sax of Greg Lyons and I sincerely wished that the Sunrise Jazz Fest should have lasted till sunrise</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/112338989983439073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=112338989983439073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/112338989983439073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/112338989983439073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/08/living-with-pride-heart-of-racer.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-112183043851771222</id><published>2005-07-20T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:07:17.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>102nd Zen StoryIn the daily quota of forwarded email that I receive and read I received one from my friend a couple of days back.It had one of those cloud formations picture frequently sent over internet. This one had Cloud formation resembling Buddha Seated in Lotus Posture.My Friend had put a query to me: Is it realOur mail conversation from that point on took interesting turn.I share it here..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/112183043851771222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=112183043851771222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/112183043851771222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/112183043851771222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/07/102nd-zen-story-in-daily-quota-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-112132205071271060</id><published>2005-07-14T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:20:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New Pair Of Sandals....I bought a pair of sandals, they really looked nice and one look at them I decided to buy them. It was like a story of love at first sight.I tried them on in the shop they fitted well and felt great to my feet. I couldn’t wait till I could start using them .With lots of joy and anticipation I wore them, as I walked on road I started to experience shoe-bite and rather than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/112132205071271060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=112132205071271060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/112132205071271060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/112132205071271060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-pair-of-sandals.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-111942068324258974</id><published>2005-06-22T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:11:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wie Gehts !!! Is It Flight To Love....Heading back to work from Cafeteria, as I pass the lobby, I see her standing outside one of the myriads of training rooms. For a change I see someone in this airlines building without the plastic smile and mask of makeup,and dry Good Afternoon and Good Morning . Paper Fan in one hand and German language courseware in other. Wie Gehts !! The words come from my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/111942068324258974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=111942068324258974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111942068324258974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111942068324258974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/06/wie-gehts-is-it-flight-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-111759056144476246</id><published>2005-06-13T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T16:39:32.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Bus Journey,A Lesson To LearnAs the driver drives tourist bus along the long winding road, A journey that presents me to me beautiful sights all along the way of the places I had never seen as I head towards a place I have never been. As I absorb the experience, a random thought comes to my mind journey of life is somewhat similar if only we trust our heart to drive us, without worrying of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/111759056144476246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=111759056144476246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111759056144476246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111759056144476246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/06/bus-journeya-lesson-to-learn-as-driver.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-111549032684801728</id><published>2005-05-08T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T16:35:39.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AP 9E - 4XXXAs I was waiting at bus stop to pick my Dad, I ensure that I've parked my Bike far away from the bus stop. While I wait from the nearby high-rise up class apartment complex a car arrives the license plate of the same is the title of this ranting. The car emerges from the Apartment complex and comes near the bus stop. Ohh isn't the driver aware that he is on wrong side of the road... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/111549032684801728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=111549032684801728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111549032684801728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111549032684801728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/05/ap-9e-4xxx-as-i-was-waiting-at-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-111484769822283215</id><published>2005-04-30T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T15:54:58.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Small things that makes one happyIts simple to be happy ,but its difficult to be simple says the character Raghu in the movie Bawarchi.Something on same lines happened the other day.I had to take some Passport Photos ,so went to photo studio in my neighborhood,the photographer took picture ,somehow his face had some familiarness.On way back from the studio I remembered that face.The following day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/111484769822283215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=111484769822283215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111484769822283215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111484769822283215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/04/small-things-that-makes-one-happy-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-111332741243388261</id><published>2005-04-13T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T01:36:52.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life Style Modifications : SolutionsThe Difference between Focusing on Problems and Focusing on Solutions Case 1 When NASA began the launch of astronauts into space, they found out that the pens wouldn't work at zero gravity (ink won't flow down to the writing surface). To solve this problem, it took them one decade and $12 million. They developed a pen that worked at zero gravity, upside down, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/111332741243388261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=111332741243388261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111332741243388261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111332741243388261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-style-modifications-solutions.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-111313767935133546</id><published>2005-04-10T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:54:39.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MH01 Q 1011 Yesterday this Honda CBR 900 Bike at the gas station to refuel  on side of my Honda Activa was center of attention of all the bike/scooter owners around,the nonchalant arrogance of the owner of CBR.All these come to my mind as I see Valentino Rossi and Sete Gibernau duel in front of Gibernau's Home crowd. And as I write this Rossi makes a contoversial overtaking manuevere to win first</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/111313767935133546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=111313767935133546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111313767935133546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111313767935133546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/04/mh01-q-1011-yesterday-this-honda-cbr.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-111181231003993657</id><published>2005-03-26T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T12:45:10.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love And Marriage One day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is love? How can I find it?" .His teacher answered, "There is a vast wheat field in front.. Walk forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find the most magnificent stalk, then you have found love." Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands, having picked nothing.His teacher asked, "Why did you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/111181231003993657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=111181231003993657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111181231003993657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/111181231003993657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-and-marriage-one-day-plato-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15564811376053608197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>