<?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-8694965699074151695</id><updated>2011-12-06T01:25:01.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zombie-the hackers weapon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-8195586374446889186</id><published>2010-10-05T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T03:13:17.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am loving it...</title><content type='html'>after 8 months am blogging...blogging about  my married life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till 25 years i havent thought about a married life and settling down as a full time wife...but after my bro's wedding my mom and dad started thinkg about my marriage, i was working in Chennai and was busy with my job. only thing i used to think is about my job and the salary, shopping and roaming with my frndzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when marriage topics came in to my mind i was totally confused...i tried to refuse the marriage proposal came to me but when i saw him for the first time...i saw stars and bells around me...i remember the movie name- Kuch Kuch Hota Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between marriage fixed and i left my job...reached home and started my marriage shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 7th the Day fixed - started waiting for my day"............. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time experince to get married to be loved sincerly by my husband to give lot of love and lot of care...my husband is not unknow person for me i knew him b4 but ddnt know he will be my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its 8 months since married and am enjoyg it to the fullest...he treats me like a kid he loves me more than anythg...same with mei love him more than anythg in thw world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now am a full time wife takes care of my wife i used to cook for my hubby( i hate cooking but still i cook for him) enjoying my life as a wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am in a different world were i just think abt my husband i just live for my husband...fully commited for him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is having differnt stages 1st we live as a baby then daughter...as a sister..then as a friend as a colleague...as a gf...as a wife...as a mother then granny....it goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have enjoyed each and evry stage of my life...and i loved it...now am a wife and i love it sooooooooooooo much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-8195586374446889186?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/8195586374446889186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=8195586374446889186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/8195586374446889186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/8195586374446889186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2010/10/am-loving-it.html' title='am loving it...'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-4179885191388386723</id><published>2009-08-05T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:14:41.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the big deal in it???</title><content type='html'>From two days i was thinking about why cant we change the mindset of people...for each and everything people have problem..may be women commission or some or human rights people or our dear neighbors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for eg: miss kerala contest happened on 5th august i cant imagine what all noutanki all these human tights people made..."its against culture..they are forcing gals to show their flesh" and what all bla blaas...what is the need for all these. all these contests are happening from long time and every time 1 day b4 the contest they will come up with something...all these are just publicity stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know why these people has to do so much, no one is forcing anyone to do anything. every one is having their own wish. from birth they have the rite to think and do what the want. and i dont think Indian gals will go against their culture. what ever they do they will be having the feeling of being an Indian in their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i noticed in issues against live in relations- i was going thru an article which my friend has wrote about live-in relations. its true that its a western culture, but now a days Indians also started admitting these culture. b4 and all when guy and gal fell in love they wanna get married and have happy happy married life, but now the whole scenario has changed now a days gals and boys are more focused on their carrier than a married life, they dont wanna be in any commitments. i feel they are not wrong in what they are doing after all what is there in a marriage - lot of commitments and i dont think todays youth are ready take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bust i can understand its difficult for our oldies to accept it but very soon they will also think the same way. very soon we can see our people accepting all these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our own culture but cant stick to it till death....there should be some changes to every thing...we cant accept everything but lil bit we can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought ill write so much on these lot of things to write will continue in another post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-4179885191388386723?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/4179885191388386723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=4179885191388386723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/4179885191388386723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/4179885191388386723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-big-deal-in-it.html' title='What is the big deal in it???'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-2774055113454303595</id><published>2009-07-06T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:57:07.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a happy day for me....from 2 -3 days i was out of mind...negative energy was eating my head to the core, nothing good was happening with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 2dy i got up as usual,but some changes was there...i was talking to evryione so nicely...happy happy mood....then lot of good news started coming in to my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now am thinking like its we who are thinking about a bad day or a good day...if we get up with a smile on our face...and look into a mirror and say am gona have a gr8 day today , it will be a gr8 day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if we think like its a worse day that day will be gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so think 2dy is the best day in ur life and it will be the best day in ur life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-2774055113454303595?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/2774055113454303595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=2774055113454303595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/2774055113454303595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/2774055113454303595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-happy-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-5211764298524065217</id><published>2009-04-20T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:04:50.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we miss people ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.o2gy.com/myspace-comments/Miss_You_Comments/images/missing-you-002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 433px;" src="http://www.o2gy.com/myspace-comments/Miss_You_Comments/images/missing-you-002.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Most often when we message or talk to people whom we know we used to say " missing u soo much" Miss u " why do we say dat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I feel its because we give so much of important to certain people who take s care of us...our life consists of certain people whom we consider as friends, family, soul mates and other too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't if any one has called their parents and said i miss u soo much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;but for sure we used to say this to our friends and to boyfriend / girl friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;why do we say that...is it because we ant live without them...or we have given so much of importance to them in our life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When i used to say i miss u...i meant it coz that person must have influenced my life to the extreme...wont sacrifice him/her for anything...a person who is dat much important in my life... i feel thats why we miss people and say MISS YOU SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-5211764298524065217?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/5211764298524065217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=5211764298524065217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/5211764298524065217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/5211764298524065217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-we-miss-people.html' title='Why do we miss people ???'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/Bluepeep88/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 147px;" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/Bluepeep88/tears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When we start a relation- like new friend, or new boy friend or a partner in our life how much do we trust them.I know people who blindly believe others, if they start showing some kind of care or love towards other that's it, we will start trusting those people. May be the whole world say his negative character we wont believe WHY? only one reason because we trust them a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What happens when this trust breaks on one morning, you wont be anywhere.you will feel the whole world is bad and we cant trust anyone. During that mental situation we wont be able to know who is with you and who is aganist you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think this is how the mind works...for each and every person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can we trust a person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;will it be  a) the way they talks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;               b)  character&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;               c)  simplicity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;               d) ....................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Inspite of all this if our trust breaks then, what meaning can we give for the word TRUST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trust wont be there only tears will be there with us !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we get a person in our life whom we can trust more than us....then you will be the luckiest person in the world...a person whom you think that he/she wont leave you and go at the middle you can trust him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you think some one can trust you blindly or if anyone has said like you are trustworthy, then you are some one precious.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-6448490856434771225?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/6448490856434771225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=6448490856434771225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/6448490856434771225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/6448490856434771225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2009/03/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-2257197461902645269</id><published>2009-01-16T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:17:06.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Having a good friend is a blessing..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.graphicsarcade.com/quotes/friendship/friendship_quote_graphic_c2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 409px;" src="http://www.graphicsarcade.com/quotes/friendship/friendship_quote_graphic_c2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you  feel when you see this picture for the first time,   You feel happy because you have good friends around u, or you will feel sad because till now you ddn't get a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I used to think always if we wont have friends how it will be- just think when we were small, when we joined our school from that time onwards we will get some one for us. When we are in nursery/ play school we want a friend to play with us, and when we  little big we need a friend to tell secrets after that a friend to fight.....but when we are matured why we need friends.....what are they to us....??? Its a simple question. but answer is very hard. In short we can tell like- A friend is someone who will be with us when we are sad or when we are happy, he is a person who can change our tears to happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have met lot of people in my life - in that i got few good friends, they are more than friends to me. After a period of time friends will become a part of our life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever thought a life without at least one friend, how it will be. Believe me i tried it once when i got pissed off with a friend, that moment i made a decision like i wont keep any friend ill be happy in my life alone. But i was wrong what life long i couldn't stay more that one month. That time only i realized the value of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am so happy  that i have good &amp;amp; trustable "coutable" friends around me with whom i can share my worries. More than anyone in the world. I think frienship is such a relation where we shouldnt think about anything else....Nothing in this world can be kept instead of frindship. I used to give my friends more value than anything other than family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even i used to feel like life partner should be like a friend then only our life will go smoothly. But people will say big big dialogue like this but once into a relation forgets everything. But in friendship no domination no partiality....so i think in this world if anything owrthy is good friends nothing else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you guys feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you ddnt get a good trustworthy friend till now, you havent lived your life.....you are al alone in your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-2257197461902645269?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/2257197461902645269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=2257197461902645269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/2257197461902645269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/2257197461902645269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2009/01/having-good-friend-is-blessing.html' title='&quot;Having a good friend is a blessing...&quot;'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-9068981087864340026</id><published>2009-01-08T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T01:43:18.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsible or Irresponsible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SWXKhURk5dI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IDw5tUEW8PQ/s1600-h/irresponsiblepeople.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SWXKhURk5dI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IDw5tUEW8PQ/s320/irresponsiblepeople.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288856011143439826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; u think about responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that some thing to put in papers or some topic to gave speech on. A responsible person should be like this like that,  from long time am listening to all the  "responsibility" speeches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;From my view i think responsible person is he/she who will do their own work without anyone's help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have seen people who needs help of others for each and every thing. I feel like if people cant do their own work why they have to do work others can do it rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other bunch of people who just show some sort of attitude towards work and their colleagues. No more comments on it coz i know most of them will be having the same feeling, you so will be facing such people in ur life.  I dont know why people wont react to such people, while working all are equal, i used feel like what ever work work comes across you you have to do it, specially whatever you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other few people are there some lazy garfields, who will sit sit sit to the end of the day at the peak time they will start rushing about their work , and start eating every ones head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your feeling about all these? Have you faced all these in your work place? how you overcome it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things To make a worlplace interesting and energitic :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Show passion towards work&lt;br /&gt;2) No partiality among colleagues&lt;br /&gt;3) Help your colleagues&lt;br /&gt;4) dont show seniority towards other people&lt;br /&gt;5) good communication among each other&lt;br /&gt;6)..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys just fill in what u feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-9068981087864340026?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/9068981087864340026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=9068981087864340026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/9068981087864340026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/9068981087864340026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2009/01/responsible-or-irresponsible.html' title='Responsible or Irresponsible'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SWXKhURk5dI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IDw5tUEW8PQ/s72-c/irresponsiblepeople.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-6398316172530087594</id><published>2008-12-23T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:15:16.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gfxcomments.com/media/71/New-Year-Posters-34-0X2XKH0FAU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="http://www.gfxcomments.com/media/71/New-Year-Posters-34-0X2XKH0FAU.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey its Christmas time...everyone will be waiting for their gifts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can feel the trees, birds, and nature is singing jingle bells every second...when we look at the sky we can see stars waiting for the  Christmas day...the days are calm and nights are cool, that makes us a feeling of the festival....also we will see the nature giving a warm farewell to this year and welcoming  2009 with lot of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are you ready to welcome the next year with lot of happiness &amp;amp; joy...have you done whatever you have to do this year, all the commitments....all the targets....while saying bye bye to 2008 you wont feel like you couldn't do anything good for you and your nation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry...no worrys.... no tensions......welcome the new year 2009 and celebrate  xmas with all the happiness....forgt all ur sorrows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to see what all going to  happen next year.....excited to the core.....and what about all of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-6398316172530087594?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/6398316172530087594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=6398316172530087594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/6398316172530087594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/6398316172530087594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-its-christmas-time.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-4234431852961339456</id><published>2008-12-15T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:03:32.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aoqz76.dsl.pipex.com/Web%20Page%20Components/Wallpaper/Misc/Garfield%20Sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 127px;" src="http://www.aoqz76.dsl.pipex.com/Web%20Page%20Components/Wallpaper/Misc/Garfield%20Sleepy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know how to start of with the lazy days, when we used to feel lazy? i know thats a difficult question, but when we are not well or if we are not in a mood of working we feel so lazy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"Disinclined to action or exertion; averse to labor; idle; shirking work-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="body"&gt;Inactive; slothful; slow; sluggish; as, a lazy stream-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wicked; vicious"-  menaing&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i was in college i used to feel lazy to get up at 7 in the morning and go to college and listen to all those theory classes. from 9 - 3.30 we have to listen to our teachers theory classes, which used to make me feel so sleepy, i remember i used to sleep in between the classes, and as usual punishments and their shoutings....but if the classes are boring i dont have any better things to do than sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i entered to job, i thought while we are in wotk we wont feel laziness, but i was wrong at least twice in a month we will feel lazy to the core. And if we dont have any important work to do and if the day is moving so slow .....i think not only me everyone will fell lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How to overcome this lazy days...how to make it happy and busy days........even i was thinking it for  a long time...but i didnt get any answer for it...thank god internet is there because of it am able to search new new things...read so many articles....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but how to overcome laziness................so dear friends whoever reads put in some pints so that everyone will know how to overcome it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-4234431852961339456?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/4234431852961339456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=4234431852961339456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/4234431852961339456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/4234431852961339456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days...'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-7816108848878510570</id><published>2008-12-03T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:25:13.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorists.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone is still in that shock of Mumbai attack&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..that day i got a call from my friend at night 12.30 telling that terrorist attack in Mumbaii thought it was a bad joke from my friends side. But the next day when i read the news paper........i dont know what was the feeling i was having, just had a thought that-"how human beings can be so rude to others"..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What was the need behind such a attack&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what our government is doing aganist all these how they are reacting for such huge destruction for our country. still they are thinking or else they will be having meetings discussions on what to do: how to respond:- i feel they will be discussing all these till the next attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.economist.com/images/na/2008w48/MumbaiPaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 124px;" src="http://media.economist.com/images/na/2008w48/MumbaiPaper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautifuk monument in Mumbai Taj Mahal- hotel was seen in smokes for two days, several civilians also gave their lives for the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How government is going to react towards this dirty attack which took lot of peoples lives. As an Indian cirtizen i feel what those people who  did this to us , we should do the same to them...i know i can only have a feeling like that which wont happen and being a human being i can't prefer taking other lives which is not our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel sad for those people who gave their life during the attack....and for the terrorists too even what they got from all these....death.....were they fighting for their death.....GOD KNOWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i started writing i thought i can write and explain about mumbai terror...but i think i cant.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to explain all those moments...their feeling........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one thing i can tell..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" FIGHT AGANIST TERRORISM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-7816108848878510570?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/7816108848878510570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=7816108848878510570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/7816108848878510570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/7816108848878510570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2008/12/terrorists.html' title='Terrorists.....'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-666990370895246415</id><published>2008-11-14T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:05:40.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"smoking banned"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topnews.in/health/files/smoking-cigarette1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.topnews.in/health/files/smoking-cigarette1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds really a sad news for our poor smokers, smoking has been banned on public places from October 2nd, 2008.  two years before in the same way with much buzz  i read in paper that smoking is banned in india, but i think no one took it seriously, public read it just like that and left the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they think while  reading that paper, smoking is banned, most of the people must have thought, " this government doesn't have any other job, they are behind the smokers" and they left it like that two years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now facing so much of trouble this government guys has put the act like " smoking in public places is banned", i thought as usual again another drama by the government but no......this time it was quite serious regarding the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cant smoke in public places like cinema theatres, shopping malls, offices......But my doubt is then if they want to smoke where they will go.......answer is so simple, i was just going through some news article regarding ban on smoking there i found a line it goes like this "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People can smoke on roads or in their homes, but not in another places," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i was really surprised when i read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Once i was walking with a group of  my friends, while walking one of friend went for a smoke and he was standing on the road, i said him smoking is banned in the city if cops see u r gone, then the reply was like we cant smoke in public places and offices airport and such places, but in road we can smoke,  that was really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After that when i walk through street i used to see peple coming from their office stnd onthe road and smoking. so i feel the rule on the ban on smokes is for inside closed rooms, because only few people will be effected on this , but if they are in open area they will have a big target of  non smokers to be effected. I think this is what they wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so lets see how long this ban on smoke will be on....i think it was very strict for the first 2- 3 weeks, but now i can see people smoking here and there, what you think is this the same condition for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In hotels, pubs every where they have made a smoke zone so that it wont effect the normal public. But i dont know why they have banned smoking because everything is the same now also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If they have to ban they have ban completely....production of tobaccos also should be banned, people who are supplying tobacco should have proper punishment. If  government can have a ban like this in coming months or years they we can say ok, at least government is stable in one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ISI/1976%7ESmoking-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 242px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ISI/1976%7ESmoking-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ban on smoking in public areas in not what we want, Ban on smoking completely weather it is public or private places it should be banned completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope for a smoke free India in coming years........hopefully..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-666990370895246415?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/666990370895246415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=666990370895246415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/666990370895246415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/666990370895246415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2008/11/smoking-banned.html' title='&quot;smoking banned&quot;'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-4416139694998782930</id><published>2008-11-13T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:40:14.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Evolution ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mobiles has become a part of our daily life, not only daily life now a days mobiles are like status of people. when we meet people the first thing which we notice is what mobile he/she is using, which brand it is, from where they bought it, how much did they spend for the mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before mobile phone hit the market, phones were only a medium of communication, when i born, i think   only BSNL connection excited was there to get a mobile connection we have to wait decades. only landline and some telephone booths were there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now the condition has completely changed, each and every one is carrying a phone with them. Now phone is not a medium of comunication its also a symbol of living status.  2 years before mobile users were very low but from last year 2008 mobile phones has hit the market to the core. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As i said it not only a medium of communication, various types of mobiles are there in the market, color mobiles, FM mobile, Camera mobiles, MP3 mobiles,  these are the features whioch we want in a mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i went to but my mobile, sale s guy asked me "what ar ethe features you are looking for your mobile", my answer was simple i said, "  i want MP3, camera atleast 2 megapixel, FM, GPRS........." and the lsit continued.  I think you are also looking for all these features in your mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.markforrester.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/n70-vs-w800i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 187px;" src="http://www.markforrester.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/n70-vs-w800i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is an old saying that 'dog is human beigns  best friend', but i think this should be changed now to ' mobile is human beigns best friend' what you say about it. because more than any one else these gadgets are with us for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before and all if we want a mobile we have to go to Nokia or Sony ericssonto get one mobile, but now thanks to mobile retail companies that they have  started their stores in every nook and corner across country. If we see there are various mobile shops who sells branded mobiles in less  rate, i think  UNIVERCELL is the largets mobile retail chain comapny who is having more than 200 showrooms across India, others are like Sangeetha, and so many newborn comapanies like Wavetel, Hash10 etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People use mobile for various purpose, like i have my friend who is crazy about taking picture, so he used to choose mobile which is having good picture resolution, some to hear music, and some for office purpose. so  for every purpose mobiles are there for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what you think about  the new evolution of mobile phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-4416139694998782930?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/4416139694998782930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=4416139694998782930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/4416139694998782930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/4416139694998782930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2008/11/mobile-evolution.html' title='Mobile Evolution ......'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-8756387024626719882</id><published>2008-10-23T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:59:31.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we ready to follow ???Can we follow ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is the media here so negative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We are the first in milk production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We are the second largest producer of wheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We are the second largest producer of rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="APJ Abdul Kalam at Speech1" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9f9e1ddfbf&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11d288a04abdd913&amp;amp;attid=0.0.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.0.1.2&amp;amp;zw" width="126" align="left" height="94" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.. Why are we so NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign T.Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India . For her, you and I will have to build this developed India . You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you have enough time read it then-Allow me to come back with a vengeance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can you spent 10 minutes of your life for the country- if yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU say that our government is inefficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU say that our laws are too old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke. The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU say&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;say and say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What do YOU do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name - 'YOURS'. Give him a face - 'YOURS'. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity… In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai . YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.'YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, 'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost.' YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ? Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston ??? We are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cj.ibnlive.com/pix/cj/images/02-2008/b0fa5161c152055da0911f579fafdf10_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 131px;" src="http://cj.ibnlive.com/pix/cj/images/02-2008/b0fa5161c152055da0911f579fafdf10_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nce in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay , Mr. Tinaikar, had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said. 'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;   In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="APJ Abdul Kalam Wings of fire" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9f9e1ddfbf&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11d288a04abdd913&amp;amp;attid=0.0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.0.1.4&amp;amp;zw" width="81" align="left" height="120" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along &amp;amp; work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government.. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too…. I am echoing J. F. Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Lets do what India needs from us&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.....Its time to realise..........dear indians please wake up from your sleep.......Do soem thing for your country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; vertical-align: top; margin-right: 3.75pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-8756387024626719882?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/8756387024626719882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=8756387024626719882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/8756387024626719882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/8756387024626719882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-we-ready-to-follow-can-we-follow.html' title='Are we ready to follow ???Can we follow ???'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-4851457308095167225</id><published>2008-09-29T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:26:13.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/birth_songs/1008-096-29-1084.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/birth_songs/1008-096-29-1084.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A birthday comes just once a year, so make birthday time extra special for those you care about. The best birthday gifts focus exclusively on the birthday person. Make him or her the center of attention. Choose birthday gifts and birthday cards carefully. These birthday verses will enhance a birthday gift or birthday card.  A personalized gift makes an especially thoughtful birthday gift. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-4851457308095167225?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/4851457308095167225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=4851457308095167225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/4851457308095167225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/4851457308095167225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-time.html' title='Birthday Time'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-9214422449933903037</id><published>2008-08-24T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:35:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMEN CAN MAKE A WORLD &amp; DESTROY IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.printactivities.com/ColoringPages/Witch-Coloring-Pages/Scary-Witch.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.printactivities.com/ColoringPages/Witch-Coloring-Pages/Scary-Witch.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women is the creator of world.....they always make the world happy at the same time they make their own happy world........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time the destroy the world....i think so because of their jealous, selfishness, cruelty, and also greed makes them destroy their own world....the hard work they are having to get a family's love and affection will in water if they decided to make their world hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every man's success there will be a women at the same time behind every men's destruction a evil minded women will be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why am telling "A WOMEN CAN MAKE A WORLD AND DESTROY IT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all the lady's over there take care of yourself........and if ur getting true love from ur loved ones dont miss it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-9214422449933903037?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/9214422449933903037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=9214422449933903037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/9214422449933903037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/9214422449933903037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2008/08/women-can-make-world-destroy-it.html' title='WOMEN CAN MAKE A WORLD &amp; DESTROY IT'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-4506442807804405201</id><published>2008-08-22T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:12:17.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOST LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hoardedordinaries.com/lori/images/2004-09-20f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.hoardedordinaries.com/lori/images/2004-09-20f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I loved you more than I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Those starry eyes&lt;br /&gt;Those tender lips&lt;br /&gt;You made my heart melt&lt;br /&gt;Then boil into a roaring fire&lt;br /&gt;I now know&lt;br /&gt;What my eyes could not see&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one that is for me&lt;br /&gt;Many nights those tears flew&lt;br /&gt;Being myself without anyone&lt;br /&gt;Anyone to care about the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky and knowing&lt;br /&gt;Many mistakes I had&lt;br /&gt;Many mistakes I have had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-4506442807804405201?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/4506442807804405201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=4506442807804405201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/4506442807804405201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/4506442807804405201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-love.html' title='THE LOST LOVE'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694965699074151695.post-7585811656539799830</id><published>2008-08-21T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:08:05.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Heartz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SK5hCDSXIHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-fGs6J106jU/s1600-h/sewing_a_broken_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SK5hCDSXIHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-fGs6J106jU/s200/sewing_a_broken_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237230104548417650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS BLIND - all know about that the moment we are in love, we will reach another world-an imaginary world were we construct a dream house...........dreamy world ......dreamy thoughts.......dreams......dreams........dreams..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.........when our dreams start breaking....we will be down completely "madness....cruelty....."all these will become a part of our life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BROKEN HEART OR WOUNDED HEART-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we are breaking a heart we should know how to join it also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Broken hearts are never healed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They haunt us for a lifetime even if we find someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Our past teaches us lessons that make us more aware and more human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Why then do we feel so hurt knowing it can only get better?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694965699074151695-7585811656539799830?l=zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/feeds/7585811656539799830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8694965699074151695&amp;postID=7585811656539799830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/7585811656539799830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694965699074151695/posts/default/7585811656539799830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zombie-hackersweapon.blogspot.com/2008/08/broken-heartz.html' title='Broken Heartz'/><author><name>ANGEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18205820213693295967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SmfnyBrx_8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ItZUSXfYCkw/S220/5860_103632669130_654084130_2022815_6645996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpbsfrnTqbs/SK5hCDSXIHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-fGs6J106jU/s72-c/sewing_a_broken_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
