<?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-5652481</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:59:44.505+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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110944918770586770</id><published>2005-02-27T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T04:19:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big B B(L)ACK from Acting Alzheimer's Finally I saw the movie BLACK,the story which is symbolic in sense that Big B finally discovered what he lost after his days of Anand, Namak Haram, Janjeer, Alaap, Saudaagar, Trishul, ManzilYes  ... finally after groping in darkness all thru 80's and 90's where he ended up with wrong directors, wrong projects, doing same rhetorics over and over again Amitabh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110944918770586770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110944918770586770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110944918770586770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110944918770586770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/02/big-b-black-from-acting-alzheimers.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110908757594427390</id><published>2005-02-22T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:52:55.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to Learn. A young but earnest Zen student approached his teacher, and asked the Zen Master:"If I work very hard and diligent how long will it take for me to find Zen." The Master thought about this, then replied, "Ten years." The student then said, "But what if I work very, very hard and really apply myself to learn fast -- How long then ?" Replied the Master, "Well, twenty years." "But, if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110908757594427390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110908757594427390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110908757594427390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110908757594427390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/02/time-to-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110598660588385633</id><published>2005-01-18T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T02:30:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many Lives Many Masters. All I can say about this book that I read this weekend.....Amazing .....Was so much engrossed in reading 200 plus pages of this book ..that time flew like anything .... just a matter of 4 hours and I had already read it Once . The case study of Psychiatrist Brian Weiss simply keeps you fixed.As much as the past life regression experience of Brian's Patient Catherine is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110598660588385633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110598660588385633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110598660588385633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110598660588385633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/01/many-lives-many-masters.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110546123090588125</id><published>2005-01-12T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:33:50.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Innocence Lost. Couple days ago, I was late from work and opted to go for a late night chow.. Another friend of mine was accompanying me. Upon his recommendation we headed for a small Biryani place. as we placed our order and awaited patiently to be served . A person walked in, cell phone complete with hands free, he was still busy talking to the "Other party" As he came closer I recognized him. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110546123090588125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110546123090588125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110546123090588125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110546123090588125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2005/01/innocence-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110417821899236922</id><published>2004-12-28T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T04:10:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can take a horse to water... And make it drink it to ...well that's all I have to say seeing Aishwarya's performance in the movie Raincoat. First time she has emerged as an actress ,unlike the wax doll like stuff she has been doing right from her entry in Industry ..Full credit to Rituparno who has really got the best out of her .Rituparno Ghosh's rendition of very well known story of O.Henry</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110417821899236922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110417821899236922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110417821899236922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110417821899236922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-can-take-horse-to-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110416173272256769</id><published>2004-12-27T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:35:32.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is beautiful!!!Article by Swami Vivekananda : I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me.  Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this:"You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love." This was how I saw it:As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110416173272256769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110416173272256769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110416173272256769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110416173272256769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/12/life-is-beautiful-article-by-swami.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110395265955710074</id><published>2004-12-25T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T13:30:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Autobiography of a Yogi I'd been reading this book for last 10 days . A must read for those spiritually inclined. Paramhansa Yogananda the writer has written in this autobiography the lives of his Predecessors Sri Yukteshwar and Sri Lahiri Mahasaya. the Metaphysical experiences of various people in the book sound sheer magical and sound near impossible to happen.Apart from Sprituality This book </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110395265955710074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110395265955710074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110395265955710074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110395265955710074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/12/autobiography-of-yogi-id-been-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110252088985870881</id><published>2004-12-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:48:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Happenings Of few close friends that I have, last one is soon to tie knot. The Boy met Gal during various trekking activities he has been participating for couple of years now. The Boy in question and his fiancée, proposed to their family to have a simple function with close relatives and few family friends. But now their families have the classic Indian stand. What will people say blah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110252088985870881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110252088985870881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110252088985870881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110252088985870881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/12/random-happenings-of-few-close-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110143844540178607</id><published>2004-11-26T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T11:07:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DUST if you MUST!"A house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture."I can't tell you how many countless hours that I have spent CLEANING!I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect -"in case someone came over." Then I realized one day that no one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!Now, when people visit, I find no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110143844540178607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110143844540178607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110143844540178607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110143844540178607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/11/dust-if-you-must-house-becomes-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110131467084475711</id><published>2004-11-25T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:44:30.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Innocent Text Messages ??Ever since I have taken charge of my cellphone I get these innocent ,witty,corny text messages from "A cellphone Number".While I was away the cellphone was used by my dad ,on checking with him I learnt that these have been regular visitors in the INBOX ..rather only visitors . so sometime two-three weeks back I replied the message and explained the mistaken identity case </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110131467084475711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110131467084475711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110131467084475711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110131467084475711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/11/innocent-text-messages-ever-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-110023563787621230</id><published>2004-11-12T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:00:37.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Waiting GameHow does it feel to run on a plateau? especially after climbing an uphill trek.for a moment one feels relieved of having negotiated successfully the challenges of the climb,a sense of accomplishment .But after a while boredom creeps in a sense of  not heading anywhere.feel like a mouse trapped ,running with all strength and might and heading nowhere.sustaining onself in  these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/110023563787621230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=110023563787621230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110023563787621230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/110023563787621230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/11/waiting-game-how-does-it-feel-to-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-109920071099285622</id><published>2004-10-31T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T13:44:09.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Tale Of Three  TreesA man was walking in a garden when he saw a tall tree reaching sky crying.He asked "Oh Tall tree why are you crying ? you should be happy you are so tall you are reaching dizzy heights ??" "I'm tall Ok but see the tree spread all around giving so much shade.providing shelter to passerby and birds from all over the place.I don't have its qualities" The Tall tree told reason</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/109920071099285622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=109920071099285622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/109920071099285622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/109920071099285622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/10/tale-of-three-trees-man-was-walking-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-109887281582085909</id><published>2004-10-27T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:26:55.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Three P's @ Experiential LevelLast year I had read a book 100 Guitar Tips You Should Have Been Told by David Mead where David had stressed three P's for every aspiring GuitaristPatience Persistence Practice. And Intellect of mind agreed "Ahh so very wonderful....this is what I say always.this is what every one should know ...."Well saying and throwing statements like these in regular </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/109887281582085909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=109887281582085909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/109887281582085909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/109887281582085909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/10/three-ps-experiential-level-last-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-109576891132996837</id><published>2004-09-21T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:15:11.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aalo Aandhari - Journey from Darkness to LightStory of Baby Haldar is just another tale of infinite unfathomable ways of life.The biggest mistake everyone of us does is limit ourselves and in doing so close that door beyond which lies the world of All Possibilities.As every Child grows into an Adult with every passing day s/he is conditioned by parents,teachers in such a way that the natural </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/109576891132996837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=109576891132996837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/109576891132996837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/109576891132996837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/09/aalo-aandhari-journey-from-darkness-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-109021193991374438</id><published>2004-07-19T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T12:44:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Ticket ,Another JourneyThis Kid walks another Mile and Rests Momentarily at the Milestone and looks back and attempts to put into perspective infinite ocean he is yet to fathom. And his preoccupied mind is totally unaware of car that stopped by. Alighting from car came a Master who has weathered  many storms in almost double the Kids Life.Yesterday Afternoon when the kid(me)walked into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/109021193991374438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=109021193991374438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/109021193991374438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/109021193991374438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/07/another-ticket-another-journey-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-10895968899620845</id><published>2004-07-12T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T09:54:04.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hunter And PreySome Random thoughts I had scribbled somewhere in pre blogging daysHunter And PreyI'm the HunterI'm the PreyI catch Up with MyselfAnd I'm Gone foreverI Give Me a SlipAnd My Chase is In vainI'm the HunterI'm the PreyI'm chasing MyselfFor all So LongRunning Away from MyselfFor All So LongI'm the HunterI'm the PreyThe Moment I stopThat Will be the endThe Moment I StopThat Will be the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/10895968899620845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=10895968899620845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/10895968899620845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/10895968899620845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/07/hunter-and-prey-some-random-thoughts-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108886661512655173</id><published>2004-07-03T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T13:08:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BittuSomewhere in North Of India in winter when the sun sets early and chilly winter winds cuts across one's face ,I remember myself as a kid on the playground playing with other kids all age groups of three to four years .Out of nowhere came a stray puppy ,and kids took a break from the routine see-saws ,swings and slides. But of all us kids one who took charge of the puppy was Susie,"Bittu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108886661512655173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108886661512655173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108886661512655173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108886661512655173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/07/small-nod-of-appreciation-he-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108806845788020482</id><published>2004-06-24T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:29:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kid Goes to BrickyardWarning This is Very Very Long Post .....Kid: Your Truly who had as a kid following exploits of F1 Greats like Lauda, Prost &amp; Senna in pre regular F1 coverage days always dreamt of seeing Formula one racing in flesh &amp; Blood Closest was 90's when F1 started getting some coverage on TV .While in 80's All I had was monthly sports mag which carried stale stories of races that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108806845788020482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108806845788020482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108806845788020482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108806845788020482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/06/kid-goes-to-brickyard-warning-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108727738387717608</id><published>2004-06-15T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T13:37:21.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Embers within In the Dying moments of night when my strength bids adieu. It leaves me shivering in bitter Alien cold. The Ashes shrouding the embers fail to invoke the warmth in the embers deep within too weak to drag myself &amp; blow away the ashes, rekindle the embers,  I succumb to the bitterness around me.Half alive half dead I lie on the threshold of reality and illusion. When out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108727738387717608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108727738387717608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108727738387717608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108727738387717608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/06/embers-within-in-dying-moments-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108584301819189686</id><published>2004-05-29T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T10:46:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free : Cool Audio Book Tolstoy wrote  this short story   in 1886. But I was reminded of it today in a different context. I usually shop for my music,books (&amp; sometimes electronics) on this popular site say ABC.. recently I find a cool audio book from ABC for loyal customer.now the problem is the cool audiobook is product of site DEF and I created a user account there to download my book. So what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108584301819189686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108584301819189686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108584301819189686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108584301819189686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/05/free-cool-audio-book-leo-tolstoy-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108554169911871405</id><published>2004-05-26T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T11:30:42.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dreams Of Common PeopleReal life stories of people like Kaushalya Shankar Udmalay   and few more like these close to home,reaffirm my trust in ways of life ,and that with proper work ethic &amp; Principlecentric life every dream of everyone in this world will surely be a reality.This is a good case-study to all people for who rather then focussing pro-actively on the things under their area of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108554169911871405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108554169911871405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108554169911871405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108554169911871405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/05/dreams-of-common-people-real-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108492430287638617</id><published>2004-05-19T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T07:58:40.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Filmi ChakkarLast week a colleague of mine with whom I have worked in Minneapolis had a good news to share "Its a Boy !!!" .I know this person ever since when we worked together few years back in Mumbai.Apart from the fact that he is very competent in his skills,very helpful,one more thing he is well known is as a die hard Aishwarya Rai Fan screen savers wallpapers,Posters et alComing back to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108492430287638617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108492430287638617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108492430287638617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108492430287638617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/05/filmi-chakkar-last-week-colleague-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108449362510462190</id><published>2004-05-14T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T07:52:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>India Shining: On Fastrack Of Globalization  When American people cry on fact that Indian Kids ( In Desi Call centers) with Fake American accents are attending to their daily Problems. Indians have fast tracked on Path of Globalization by Voting to power Italian Woman with Accented Hindi to solve problems faced by the nation :DIn the next 50-100 hours power mongers will be squabbling for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108449362510462190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108449362510462190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108449362510462190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108449362510462190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/05/india-shining-on-fastrack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108424598176569173</id><published>2004-05-11T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:50:07.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Festival Of LifeSomewhere I wrote this " Perceptions changes ,with more maturity being added by wisdom that life gives us is perfectly in line with ways of Life... So keep celebrating the festival called life every moment &amp; Every day" Within so many things happening every day &amp; every moment in life ,it would be a dreamer's claim that s/he indeed celebrates every moment of life as it comes his</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108424598176569173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108424598176569173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/05/festival-of-life-somewhere-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108407243693959589</id><published>2004-05-09T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T11:22:10.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friends: Grand FinaleThursday was grand finale of  sitcom Friends for benefit of those in India who follow this one very closely ,I won't be spoil sport by telling the ending.Only I would say It ended the way it was expected to.Not many surprises.But the spontaneity element was missing in the entire final season,&amp; in last episode apart from Joey, rest of the gang was not in its elements and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108407243693959589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108407243693959589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108407243693959589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108407243693959589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/05/friends-grand-finale-thursday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108382007217390826</id><published>2004-05-06T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T10:22:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Total Lunar EclipseAs the excited crowd gathered outside the emptiness .The Hermit Quizzically inquired whats the big occasion.The People Replied its Lunar Eclipse,they had gathered to see the stars on the Moonless night.My Moon hasn't shown up in my sky for so long now....Every night here is another total Lunar Eclipse, wait of lifetime that I spend talking with the stars the memories of My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108382007217390826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108382007217390826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108382007217390826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108382007217390826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/05/total-lunar-eclipse-as-excited-crowd.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108285848835291779</id><published>2004-04-25T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T10:04:30.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love Pleasure &amp; PainAs the Sun goes down ,and twilight shrouds the Bus station.His Bus Arrives at the Bus station and the conversation of the young couple is interrupted.Her tiny frame reaches up to him ,the anxiousness the excitement as her lips meet his .Excitement of being together with one you love. they separate for a fraction of second and meet each other,meet like there will be no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108285848835291779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108285848835291779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108285848835291779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108285848835291779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/04/love-pleasure-pain-as-sun-goes-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108225116784458444</id><published>2004-04-18T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T00:08:25.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bag Of PotatoesA kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class  play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along  a plastic bag  containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given  a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that  a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of  people he/she hates.So when the day came, every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108225116784458444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108225116784458444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108225116784458444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108225116784458444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/04/bag-of-potatoes-kindergarten-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108173380337710002</id><published>2004-04-12T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T10:02:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reaction A Reflection Of LifeAnother One from Syllabus here,way back there was this story I had in School.As king of a kingdom held his court one day,as part of his chores he was attending to few law &amp; order cases.He was presented with Three thieves all of who had committed robberies in separate incidents.King looks at first one inquires about his crime ,upon knowing the case tells the thief"This</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108173380337710002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108173380337710002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108173380337710002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108173380337710002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/04/reaction-reflection-of-life-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108082454123339154</id><published>2004-04-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T12:22:26.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meeting A JerkWarning Bell Rings as the Protective Bar Goes Down to Stop Traffic to cross the Rail Road .The Train Honks as it approaches the spot where the Road intersects the tracks.The Train is less than 100 meters and a Woman in 30's who walks to the Intersection Throws caution to Wind Just Dashes off right in front of approaching Train.The Driver performs his duty by Honking again .The Luck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108082454123339154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108082454123339154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108082454123339154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108082454123339154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/04/meeting-jerk-warning-bell-rings-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652481.post-108052727783375522</id><published>2004-03-29T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T12:23:12.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Srinivas Panse's Sweet Home This was my first assignment as a Language Teacher.I always wanted to be teacher,teaching 6th was indeed fun.Like all language teachersI also gave assignments to my students ,to write essays.But One Paper that I always looked forward was of Srinivas Panse. He had way with wordsOnce the Topic was "House Yard". Srinivas Had written "I like the Yard of my small Home very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/feeds/108052727783375522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652481&amp;postID=108052727783375522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108052727783375522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652481/posts/default/108052727783375522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsui.blogspot.com/2004/03/srinivas-panses-sweet-home-this-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Unsui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171983534829660251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juKG1rYDU-o/SQdp76Lae3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/5k97omT_Cqc/S220/unsui+kanji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
