May 23, 2007 - can any one give the lyrics of " I love you buli kolumoi" from Jantra?
Hi friends
Greetings, once again siva from Bangalore to Guwahati, I love this zubeen's song " I love you buli......" from Jantra album, if any one knows the full lyrics, can you please post here? I will be grateful to you, I would like to impress someone by this song :) good day
chengam siva :)
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May 11, 2007 - I am shifted to Bangalore
Dear friends
Greetings, again chengam siva here, with the God's grace, I am successfully completing my Ph.D and entering to a new life. Got placed with wipro technologies , Bangalore. Submitting my thesis in the end of this month and joining there. Gonna miss Guwahati a lot....it gave me many things in the past 6 years....life was very cool and peaceful. Bangalore like loudy city?????? I dont know how I am going to manage the things over there? lets see....may god be with me....pray for me guys...thanks for all your support and helps...
regards
chengam siva
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November 6, 2006 - IS THIS REALLY WORTH ENOUGH? ( BLAST ON YESTERDAY 05-11-2006)
Dear Bloggers,
with painful heart, I am writing this message, what is happening here? when this state is going to grow? are we really Indians? or some aliens? why it is happening here? what they really want? WHO ARE THEY? DONT SAY THEY ARE FIGHTING FOR THEIR RIGHT AND ALL, IF THEY REALLY FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT, THE SAME RIGHT IS THERE FOR THE PEOPLE WHO DIED ALSO TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD. Really such an arrogance I have never seen anywhere in India, most of the states, except Jammu and Kashmir (J&K)I visited. But, like this situation I have never faced anywhere, what the poor general public has done for the culprits who made this project? , after all a coolie man who is dying for his everyday's bread and butter, how he suffered this people? If they have that much power to kill the people, let them go and show their power in J&K with the militants, why the general public? , if they think , by doing this way they can get the attention of the public and the mercy from them , then they are real IDIOTS and STUPIDS, sofar no one claimed for the attacks, if anyone claims, they will definitely face the consequences in the coming elections.
Just now heard the news from one of my friend that today also there was a blast in Beltola Chariali, this is not the way to get the attention of General public na? when they are going to learn the things to approach the Government in a calm way to have a real peace talk? hopefully that day will come soon. Today morning there was an earthquake also in the state, all natural calamities are attacking at the same time this extremists too attacking the public means, again the state has to goto stone age only.
with painful heart,
siv
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September 9, 2006 - Story of a Man. ....
Story of a Man. ....
I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me.
And my girlfriend? She was a dream!
There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed.
That one thing was her younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years of age, a beautiful young lady, very open minded and sexy.
One day little sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived.
She whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome.
She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me."
I was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. I stood there for a moment, then turned and went straight to the front door. I opened the door and stepped out of the house and walked straight towards my car.
My future father-in-law was standing outside. With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family."
The moral of this story ???
Keep your condoms in your car, never in your wallet.
(He actually went out to get his condom)
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September 2, 2006 - A nice love story
It was a lovely December morning in the hottest city in the world. All right, so that was a little unfair. Chennai is not the hottest city in the world. But it certainly is the city with the most uncomfortable weather among the cities that I have lived in. And I've been around. But I digress.
I was in the company bus on my way to work, as usual trying to catch up with my sleep. On this particular day, a girl got on the bus, came to my seat and sat down. "Good Morning," she said. I looked back at her through half closed eyes, replied "Good Night," and then proceeded to return to my half hour nap before the bus reached the office. Unfortunately, I was woken up by a punch in the arm.
"Wake up, bozo!" She was looking at me with a big smile on her face. "I'm not sitting next to you to listen to you snore."
Half-heartedly, I opened my eyes and turned to her. "What's up?" I asked.
Preeti Mehra was tall, good-looking and slightly tomboyish. She was also my best buddy. "Come on," she said. "Don't look so disappointed. You'd rather sleep than talk to me?"
"I talk to you everyday, Preeti."
"You also sleep everyday."
"It's not enough."
"So you've had enough of talking to me, eh?"
You can't argue with a statement like that, so I had to give up. I grinned and said, "OK, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"
"I wanted to tell you what happened yesterday. Can you guess?"
"Anurag called you last night."
"How did you know?" She was stunned.
"Oh, he asked me for your number yesterday."
"And you gave it to him?"
"What else could I do? And stop complaining. You've been drooling over him for weeks now. He must have thought he had a chance."
Preeti was the kind of girl who would openly ogle at every other guy she saw. And yet, she would not respond to any advances of a romantic nature. She'd happily join a group of boys to go to a cricket match, but if asked out to a movie, dinner, or even coffee, she'd never say yes. She defined 'Hard-To-Get'.
"You like putting me in these situations, don't you?" she said.
"No. That's not true. I love putting you in these situations!"
That invited another punch in the arm.
I had known Preeti for a year. We'd tell each other about our joys and our sorrows, our victories and our defeats. I'd tell her about all my crushes and she'd scold me for being silly. She'd drag me to classical music concerts and I'd add them to the list of things she 'owed me' for.
And though I never let it show, I must say that she punched pretty hard.
~*~
It was 12:00 am and my phone was ringing. "Hello," I said, as I picked it up.
"Happy Birthday!" It was she.
"You're supposed to throw me a surprise party, sweetheart. Not just call to say Happy Birthday."
"Well then open your door, dumbo!"
So I did and found her, cell-phone in hand, at my doorstep -- with what seemed like half the population of my company. My roommates were supposed to be working late that night. Now I knew why.
I blew a lot of candles (seemed like much more than 25), cut my cake, got kicked in the behind, and got painted with the cake's icing. If Preeti had had her way, she'd probably have preferred to use a paintbrush and a can of paint. But I bribed her with a copy of the book "Lord of the Rings". She'd borrowed it from me three times already. I thought it was about time I gave her a copy for herself.
We chatted for an hour after everyone had gone. "I think it's time I left," she said finally, trying to stifle a yawn. I nodded. I dropped her home in my roommate's car. As she was getting out of the car, I stopped her.
"Hey, Preeti."
"What?"
"Thanks."
"Hey, don't get senti on me now!" she smiled. "Are you trying to worm out of that gift you promised me?"
"You know, it's interesting how I'm getting you a gift on my birthday."
"That's just because you're stupid," she grinned. "And you better get me that book, or I won't return your copy."
"Hey, that copy was a gift to me from my dear friend Preeti Mehra. I can't let you keep that."
She wasn't falling for that. "Your dear friend? And what about me? Am I not dear to you?"
"Very smart. That won't work with me. I'm not one of your Love Crazy suitors. Why do you need the book anyway? You've read it umpteen times already."
"That is besides the point. You are getting me the book. We both know that." She smiled that wide confident smile of hers. "Good night." And she got out of the car.
I sat there for some time, just thinking. Our conversations were always like this – a little joking, a little teasing and a lot of demanding. But somehow, I felt that something had changed since the moment she had turned up at my door that night. I was still in my reverie when a paper ball landed on the windshield. I craned my neck out of the window and looked up. She was standing in her balcony.
"What are you still doing there?" she whispered loudly.
"Waiting for you to start a paper-ball fight," I whispered back.
"We can do that tomorrow. Go home now. It's way past your bedtime!"
"Ok, mommy," I grinned back. "I'm going home now!"
~*~
I'm an extravagant gift-giver, and it is definitely going to be my downfall some day. I made her wait for it, but finally bought her the book. That, and half-a-dozen other omnibus collections of various authors, including a copy each of `The Complete Works of Shakespeare' and `The Complete Short Stories of Charles Dickens'. All I got for it was an "I told you so."
I started spending a lot of time at her place after that. Mostly because I wanted to read all those books, and she wouldn't lend them to me.
"I'm not as stupid as you, ape-man. I'm not falling into the same trap I laid for you. Plus, you dog-ear your books. You're not doing that to these masterpieces. So if you want to read them, you read them here. And if you want to mark your place, use a bookmark."
So that's what I did. She'd even make me wash my hands before I touched the books. It was as if they were sacred.
"Need I remind you that it was me that bought you the books in the first place? For my birthday!"
"So? They're mine now."
"Well, then. I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time. Where exactly is my birthday gift?"
"It was in your tummy at one point of time. It's probably been washed into the sea by now."
"Huh?"
"Remember the cake I baked you on your birthday?"
"You what? You can't bake cakes!" That was a mistake. She looked hurt. "You baked me a cake?" She didn't say a word. She just shrugged.
I was stunned. "But you never told me."
"You didn't ask." That was typical of her.
"It was fantastic! And you wasted most of the icing on me!"
"The cake was for you, dumbo."
"How long did it take you to make the whole thing?" It had been a two-layered vanilla-chocolate cake with three flavors of very creamy icing. She had done all that!
"Well, the chocolate cake took an hour and fifteen minutes, and so did the vanilla. Then cutting them up and putting them together took another 15 minutes. Each flavor of icing took 20 minutes for preparation, and then putting it on the cake took another half hour. Cleaning up the mess took an hour."
She seldom claimed the credit for anything, but once she started bragging, there was no stopping her. However, I wasn't thinking about that right then.
"You spent over five hours on that cake?"
"A little over four hours preparing it, and an hour cleaning up. Yes."
I was speechless. I didn't know how to react. She hated cooking.
"I forgot to mention," she continued, "the hours I spent the week before that, practicing. Even the birds wouldn't touch the first three cakes!"
I couldn't help but ask. "Why?"
"Because the first one got burnt, the second one was only half cooked, and in the third one, I forgot to add sugar."
It was just like her, to try to divert the conversation. "I mean why did you spend so much time on baking me a cake?"
She looked at me like I'd asked her why the sun rises in the east. "For your birthday, stupid. Of course, I also wanted to beat every gift you've ever got me. Try beating this one." She was grinning like she'd won the world championship.
As far as I was concerned, she had. I'd never spent a week making her anything. I'd never even spent an hour making her anything. Getting her a gift normally involved me taking her to the store, letting her choose and use my credit card. Suddenly, I felt cheap. "Thanks," was the only thing I could say. "Thanks a lot."
"Hey. Are you getting senti on me again?"
I was.
~*~
I was still mulling over my feelings for Preeti the next day at work when my boss asked to speak to me.
I went over to his cabin and he started with the usual greetings, asking how work was going and whether I was comfortable. He then told me that the company wanted to send me to New York for a couple of years. Normally, this wouldn't have made much of a difference to me. I could work anywhere and didn't have too much love for visiting places foreign. But right then, the first thought that came to me was that I'd be away from Preeti for two whole years. Twenty-four hours before, I'd have been disappointed to lose her company. But right then, I was devastated. That was when I knew I was in love with her. I'd had crushes before. Lots of them. But this was different.
"Do you have any problem in going?" my boss asked, since I hadn't responded.
"Not really," I replied. What else could I say? That I was in love, and couldn't bear the separation?
"When do I have to leave?"
I had a month.
~*~
"Wow! New York! Great! I've heard it's a fantastic city! Did you know it snows there in winter?" Preeti was obviously very excited about my going. She didn't seem to share my disappointment on what I now saw as 'separation'.
I had not decided then if I was going to tell her how I felt. We'd known each other for a little over a year, and we were very close, but beyond some mild flirting, the relationship had never got even close to romantic. That was, of course, until I found out she had spent a week baking me a cake. It's funny how small things seem to make such a big difference.
"What happened?" she asked. "You don't seem very happy."
"Oh," I replied, "it's just that it's so sudden, that's all. And you know I was never all that interested in going to America."
"What an idiot. Go see the place. I've heard the women there are amazingly beautiful." She had a sly smile on her face. I wanted to tell her I didn't care if I laid my eyes on another woman again, if she wasn't with me. But I didn't.
I realized that I only had another month with her. She'd rejected every guy who'd asked her out ever since I'd known her. I didn't want the same to happen to me, and I didn't want to make it awkward between us. I didn't want to risk that month. I wanted it to be the best time I had ever spent with her. After I came back from the US, I might not even get to meet her again. Two years was a long time.
We ate out almost every night. We visited some of the best restaurants in the city. She also helped me shop for warm clothes, formalwear, shoes, toothpaste and a million things I'd never have thought of on my own.
"You need to buy a nail-cutter." My roommates and I shared one.
"I've prepared a list of must-have medicines that you should carry."
"Your iron won't work in the US. No point buying one here as you need one that works at a hundred and ten volts and has flat pins. You can buy one at a K-Mart or Wal-Mart as soon as you get there."
"You need at least two pairs of formal shoes and at least ten pairs of dark socks. The East Coast has a formal dress code. And you won't do your laundry more than once a week or two."
"How many ties do you have? And which trousers do your blazers go with?"
"Better get a haircut before you leave from here. Knowing you, you'll postpone the first haircut for too long."
She'd call me up at one in the morning to tell me to add 'one more item' to my list.
And with every passing day, I was falling more deeply in love with her.
The month swept by quickly. The day I was supposed to leave, I asked her to come with me to the airport. "Of course, dumbo. You think I'd let you go just like that, or what?"
After packing my bags for me and checking the lists for the hundredth time, she finally pronounced me "Good to go."
We reached the airport four hours early to beat the rush, because it was an international flight. She got a visitor's pass to sit in the waiting area while I went ahead and checked-in my bags. Preeti had got a spring balance from somewhere and so we knew my bags were well within the weight limit. I finished the formalities and came to sit with her. We had only a few hours before I had to go for my security-check. We decided to get something to eat at the food court. And all the time, the one thing that was going through my head was that, after this, I wouldn't see her for at least another two years.
"Hey, Champ. Why so glum?" She saved 'Champ' for special days. Normally, it was just 'dumbo', 'bozo', 'ape-man', 'matchstick man', 'weirdo', or if she was very irritated with me, 'nutcase'.
"I don't want to go," I said.
"I don't want you to go either."
"No, you don't understand." I couldn't hold it in any longer. "I can't stand the thought of living without you by my side."
She stared at me. There was a strange look in her eyes. I couldn't read it.
"I am madly in love with you, Preeti."
At this, a sound escaped her lips that sounded like a cross between a sob and a laugh. "Well, dumbo, you've picked an absolutely fabulous time to tell me about it!"
A tear escaped her eyes. It was all I could do to stop myself from wiping it off her cheeks.
"How long have you felt this way?" She seemed amused, though she was definitely crying. I didn't know what to make of it.
"From the day I found out you had baked me a cake."
She laughed. "That's all it took? Well, bozo, I guess a way to a man's heart is certainly through his stomach! Hold it. A month? You waited a month? You were the one who kept saying that if you really liked a girl you wouldn't waste a day in telling her!" She was smiling widely now. It looked funny, with her eyes all wet.
"Well, I was confused. How did I know how you'd react? In fact, I still don't understand your reaction. I thought it would change things between us. You've rejected every guy who ever proposed to you!"
"That's because I'm in love with you, you overgrown idiot!"
"What?" Somehow, I'd never expected her to say that. She was in love with me? "How long have you been in love with me?"
"Ever since the day you offered to carry my suitcase for me."
"But that was the first day I met you!"
"I guess I was always a sucker for chivalry."
"All this time you've been in love with me and you never said anything! Then you go and complain that I waited a month!"
"You guys are so bad at reading a girl's mind."
"You women are so good at keeping your thoughts a secret! Even Einstein couldn't figure you out."
"Einstein was a nerd. Casanova, on the other hand, understood us very well."
"I love you."
"I know."
That moment, my dear friends, was magic. I looked into her eyes and took her hands in mine. Physical contact for us had been limited, until then, to a punch in the arm, a slap on the back of the head, or giving each other a 'high five'.
"You realize, don't you," she said, "that this is our first date?" Leave it to her to notice the little things.
"I really don't want to go." I'd always maintained that love is a bucketful of emotions. I wasn't exactly delighted to be proved right.
"Don't worry. I'm coming there in a couple of months."
"How? On a dependent visa?"
She laughed. "For that, I'll have to wait, won't I? I've got a project in New Jersey."
I couldn't believe my ears. "What? When did that happen? You never even told me!"
"Well, I wasn't sure you'd propose before you left. And I couldn't exactly sacrifice you to those New York women, could I? I had to watch out for myself. So I went on a project-hunting spree. There is an opportunity coming up for a project in about two months. Someone is coming back to India, so I'll be taking his place. They want me there for a little less than two years." She was beaming. "I realized I had struck gold!"
"And if I'd not told you how I felt? When were you planning on telling me about it?"
"Around a month before I reached there. I had to make it look natural. Or you'd think I was desperate."
"Well, you are desperate!" This was incredible. All I'd done in the past month had been to mope around, listen to sad songs and write her letters that I never intended her to read. "You've been scheming all this while! How come you didn't lay a trap for me a year ago?"
"I tried giving you hints, dumbo, but you just wouldn't pay attention!" She was laughing. "You're the only guy I ever spent any time with. Wasn't that a big enough hint?"
That was true. She would happily join a group of boys to go to a cricket match, but I now realized, only if I was one of them.
"What if I had rejected you?" I was extremely flattered that she'd been crazy about me for a year. My ego was swelling.
"You must be kidding!" she was clearly amused. "I get proposed to every few days. You are the one who's been rejected more times in the last year than I can count on two pairs of hands!"
She really knew how to burst my bubble.
"Hey," she said softly, "don't look so dejected. I said 'Yes', didn't I?"
I grinned. "Yes, you did. And you've made me a very happy man. But you know what would make me even happier?"
"What?"
"If you learn to cook as good as you bake cakes."
So she punched me in the arm again.
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September 1, 2006 - Learning Alphabets - another way :)
You all might have forgotten about alphabets… Let me teach you now
A 4 Aristocrat
B 4 Bagpiper
C 4 contessa
D 4 Director's Special
E 4 Eight PM
F 4 Four Roses
G 4 God Father
H 4 Haywards
I 4 Imperial Blue
J 4 Johny Walker
K 4 King Fisher
L 4 Lincoln Lager
M 4 Master Brew
N 4 Narragansett Bock
O 4 Old Monk
P 4 Pioneer Ale
Q
à Quat
R 4 Red Label
S for Scotch
T for Trommers White Label
U for Utica CSAB
V for VAT 69
W for WATKINS
X for XXX
Y for Yotoc
Z for Zingaro
how is it? :))))))
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August 5, 2006 - A nice meeting with Mrs.Nandini and Babul :)
It was really a nice meeting on 4th august at TRAFFIK restaurent, around 5.30 I started from my IIT Campus, and reached city by 6, there was a public talk by NR Narayana moorthy, the president cum chairman of INFOSYS software Ltd, attended that with my friend Mr.Muthukumaran, and by 7 we came out and took an auto from Pragjyotish bhawan , Mashkowa to Goswami service, reached around 7.25, went to the upstairs.
There in our usual meeting seat Mr.Babul and Mrs.Nandini were there already, discussing about blogging and interests. We joined with them, we discussed about blogging, and manythings, tried to call Hazel, she was quite busy in her office that time also, so, she said she will join with us in the next meeting. Expected Manashree there in the meeting and ankur too, but dont know , they were also busy I hope, they didnt turn up, so, we had a nice chat upto 8.15 and ordered for some food, took there itself the dinner and myself and my friend started to IIT from there, Babul started to his friend's home and Nandini started to her home. It was really a nice meet, somebody missed that meeting means they were really unlucky i can say, if possible they can join in the next meet, bcoz the social meetings are required sometimes in our mechanical life also right? thats that...so? any comments on this? expected soon from Manash and Hazel ofcourse Ankur too ;), Nandini and Babul are defaulters ;)), dont mind if i left others names, everyone should give their feedbacks on this :), expecting to meet one and all in the next meet, signing off
siva...
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August 4, 2006 - a gentle reminder to all bloggers in guwahati area for today's meeting
Dear fellow bloggers!
The next bloggers' get-together is scheduled to be held at Guwahati on 4th August 2006.
The location is: TRAFFIK
(lounge/restaurant), Adjacent to Abhishek Motors, Goswami Service,
Guwahati. In case of problem in finding the place, please call Dhruba
Hazarika at: 9435044885
TRAFFIK is well equipped with music,
big screen TV/Video presentation, a dance floor and of course variety
of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages to choose from. A 10% discount
will be offered by the restaurant, though we are expecting it to be
15%.
Please contact meet@bihu.in to confirm your participations for further information. A nominal contribution of around 150Rs may be collected frm the participants, for the snacks and bevarages.. siva
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August 3, 2006 - happy friendship day..:)
Dear friends
today world friendship day, there is nothing like friendship, the unsinkable ship is only friendship, even the love relationships can sink or break at one point, I realised it from my experiences, even my (ex)girl was ready to leave the relationship of love but not the friendship with some one, there I realised what friendship is......I have to be happy for her , for leaving love also for the friendship...and even for someone, the whole life is based on friendship...they may not want a partner in life also, but they need friends, thats that...HAVE A NICE DAY and HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY....
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July 24, 2006 - CONSEQUENCES OF ANGER
SIVANANDA DAILY READING FOR 23 JULY
CONSEQUENCES OF ANGER
A terrible fit of anger shatters the physical nervous system. It
produces a lasting impression on the inner astral body. Although the
effects of a fit of anger may seem to subside in a short time, the
vibration or wave, continues to exist for days in the astral body. A
slight unpleasant feeling that lasts in the mind for five minutes,
may produce a deep inflammation of the astral body. It may take
several weeks or months even for this ulcer to heal.
Now, have you realised the disastrous consequences of anger? Do not
be victims of anger. Control it by love, mercy, sympathy, vicara
(enquiry) and consideration for others. Even slight annoyance, or
irritability, affects the mind and the astral body.
Aspirants should not allow these vrttis (thought-waves) to manifest
in the mind-lake, as they may burst out as big waves of anger at any
moment, if you are careless or weak. There should not be the least
disturbance in the mind-lake it should be perfectly calm and serene.
Then only you will find meditation possible.
It is difficult to control anger. Anger is a manifestation of sakti
(energy). At first, try to reduce its force. and its frequency of
duration. Endeavour to attenuate or thin out this formidable
modification of the mind.
Do not allow this modification to assume the form of a big wave on
the surface of the conscious mind. Nip it in the bud when it is in
the form of irritability. Divert the mind. Entertain divine thoughts.
Do vigorous japa (repetition of God's name) and kirtan (chanting).
Repeat some prayers or slokas (verses) from the scriptures.
Develop the opposite, divine qualities. Develop patience, love,
forgiveness - anger will die by itself, gradually. Blessed are those
high-souled people who can control their anger by pure, strong will
and intellect.
Be serene. Serenity is like a rock. Waves may dash on it but they
cannot affect it. Waves of irritation may break on this rock of
serenity but they cannot affect it. Meditate daily on the ever-
tranquil atman (self). You will attain this sublime virtue of
serenity gradually.
Courtesy : Sivananda daily digest yahoo group
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July 22, 2006 - From 2001 - A love story based on an assamese - tamil blend :)
well,
here the story starts :)
www.ghyonline.com, it was the first website, Anubhav saw while he was searching on google to get some north east friends when he joined in IIT Guwahati for his Ph.D Program :). There were many ids with fotos , without fotos, with email ids, with fone numbers, many more. He got impressed by a couple of ids, Anubhuti and Mayakshi, just he sent an email the same day, November 21, 2001.
Then in his work pressure and his course work tensions, he has forgotten the mail he put. But in a pleasant surprise, after a week time, he got a reply from that person, mentioning that she is a second year student of her college in Dibrugarh, studying bhanikulam medium of her BA in Arts. Her hobbies like web surfing, quizing, reading books, books, books...and enjoying the nature FULLY to the extreme of that. She is a real nature lover, and ofcourse, she is the lover of good english songs too. But unfortunately she was having less fluency in english, so , her mails in the begining were with bit grammar mistakes but still they were very impressive :) with multi color lines and flowers and dolls too :)). They were discussing in mail about their likes and dislikes daily. She used to talk many things in mail, and surprisingly both of their frequencies were matching nicely.
With a great surprise after a week, he got a good gift from her with her big big lettered letter. It was nice really to say, with lots of admiration and love he opened that gift, it was a nice table weight with a pen stand, inside the pen stand there was some liquid and in that liquid few boats were floating and it was really nice to see them :). He liked that gift and infact he was impressed by that, he also started to write her some mails, lastly one day, he wanted to see her picture and also wanted to hear her voice. Surprisingly , she was not having a scanned photograph of her, but she promised that she will send a photo by post, and in the next email lastly she sent the telephone number of her and asked him to call after 9.30 in the night.
Infact he got surprised, because it was really a great thing in his place, girls, talking after 9.30 in the night, from home, infront of parents, to a boy??? mostly next to impossible in his place, but she asked him to call in that time, after two more emails, that day had come, night after his aalu and dal dinner ;) he went to the PCO ( Public call office) to make a call to his home for saying about his health and all to his home, suddenly this girl's number came to his memory, and just in a curiocity his fingers were dialing that numbers, it was ringing, on the third ring , the fone was lifted, and there was a voice " kaak lage?" he got frightened because that was the first time he is going to talk with an unknown person that too in full english, but the voice was asking in an un identified language??? he said " its me anubhav, wanna talk with anubhuti", the reply from that side was.........
( to be continued in the next part :) )
friends please give your feedback that how i am taking the story?Is it ok? or you want the story to be in first person? I am writing it in third person now...feedbacks please....:)
chengam :)
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July 21, 2006 - Cancer Update from Johns Hopkins Medical center from Jolaine
THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT INFORMATION.....PLEASE READ! Subject: Cancer Update from Johns Hopkins Medical Center from JoLaine 1. No plastic containers in micro. 2. No water bottles in freezer. 3. No plastic wrap in microwave. Johns Hopkins has recently sent this out in its newsletters. This information is being circulated at Walter Reed Army MedicalCenter as well. Dioxin chemicals causes cancer, especially breast cancer. Dioxins are highly poisonous to the cells of our bodies. Don't freeze your plastic bottles with water in them as this releases dioxins from the plastic. Recently, Dr. Edward Fujimoto, Wellness Program Manager at Castle
Hospital, was on a TV program to explain this health hazard. He talked about dioxins and how bad they are for us. He said that we should not be heating our food in the microwave using plastic containers.
This especially applies to foods that contain fat. He said that the
combination of fat, high heat, and plastics releases dioxin into the
food and ultimately into the cells of the body. Instead, he recommends using glass, such as Corning
Ware, Pyrex or ceramic containers for heating food. You get the same
results, only without the dioxin. So such things as TV dinners, instant
ramen and soups, etc., should be removed from the container and heated
in something else. Paper isn't bad but you don't know what is in the
paper. It's just safer to use tempered glass, Corning Ware, etc. He reminded us that a while ago some of the fast food restaurants moved away from the foam containers to paper. The dioxin problem is one of the reasons. Also,
he pointed out that plastic wrap, such as Saran, is just as dangerous
when placed over foods to be cooked in the microwave. As the food is
nuked, the high heat causes poisonous toxins to actually melt out of
the plastic wrap and drip into the food. Cover food with a paper towel instead. This is an article that should be sent to anyone important in your life!
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July 19, 2006 - can anyone put the "YA ALI" song with english translation?
Just now I watched the Gangster movie, and really magical voice that "Yah ali" song, but unfortunately I am unable to understand the meaning of that song, can anyone put the full song with english meanings line by line please? I am waiting to know the meaning of that, even I heard his "SISU" , "JANTRA" albums, this song is nice, in Jantra album, I love you buli...song is really nice, i love that song, and in NAYAK movie " Motaliya bathe he.." song I like verymuch...please give me the meaning of this song...
siva
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July 19, 2006 - why dont we have a week end meet?
Dear friends
Greetings, people who are writing here in the blog are less but cool and smart people :), well, me babul, hazel, and some of the others had a nice get together in last month, hope it was 11th or 16th? so why dont we have another get together this week end??? response plz... with location....
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July 19, 2006 - some e-books on MFC
Visual C++ Mfc Programming by Example
* Add extensions to the Developer's Studio Wizards *
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Dozens of examples are given for each key area of MFC
including code for windows, classes, messaging,
drawing inside windows, the design and construction of
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controls, such as buttons, list boxes, and scroll
bars. The author provides detailed explanations for
each example, with tips on how to extend and modify
the code for your specific needs. Swanke's
SampleWizard utility, included on the accompanying
CD-ROM, makes the inclusion of these examples into
your applications simple by allowing you to import the
code directly into your existing application. All code
examples are included on the CD-ROM and an MFC Quick
Reference Guide in enclosed.
code:
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Visual C++ and MFC Programming 2nd Edition
The second edition of Jeff Prosise's Programming
Windows with MFC is a great introduction to the
programming language that will help you build
client-side applications in MFC. Though it doesn't
cover Internet development, this title provides a
worthy tutorial on traditional MFC programming.
After some MFC basics, the book looks at Graphical
Device Interface (GDI) graphics with a fine discussion
of drawing and font handling. Following this, Prosise
introduces the use of the MFC collection classes (an
alternative to STL) and file I/O, as well as adding
serialization support to custom classes.
He also dedicates a fair amount of text to basic
Windows controls and dialog boxes. His tour of support
for both the Single Document Interface (SDI) and
Multiple Document Interface (MDI) application styles
is just excellent. The built-in view classes in MFC
and how to use them in a Windows Explorer-style sample
program are covered. From there, it's on to other
common GUI interface models such as toolbars, status
bars, and the new Internet Explorer-style rebars.
After a useful section on printing (including some
valuable real-world tips for this tricky topic), the
rich array of Windows common controls is discussed. As
in the first edition, Prosise's introduction to MFC
multithreading and synchronization objects (like
mutexes) is a standout.
The last section of the book provides a comprehensive
discussion of COM and ActiveX programming for the MFC
developer. Although the Active Template Library (ATL)
is omitted here, there are fine examples of building
and using ActiveX controls, including the basics of
OLE automation.
Newly revised with richer examples and the latest
Windows functionality, the second edition of
Programming Windows with MFC provides one of the best
available tutorials for traditional MFC development.
--Richard Dragan The newly updated and expanded second
edition of this acclaimed title covers 32-bit
development for all Mcft(r) Windows platforms,
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then addresses advanced topics including ActiveX(r),
OLE, and COM. Author Jeff Prosise once again sets the
standard in describing the art of writing MFC-based
Windows applications with his clear and comprehensive
treatment of concepts and techniques. Readers will
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Free Online books or Tutorials on VC++ , Visual C++ ,
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July 19, 2006 - Joke :)
Question : Name
the 3 fastest means of communication?
Ans
: Telephone, Television, Tell-a-woman
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July 19, 2006 - some south indian dishes recipies :)
Friends Enjoy our dishes here , you will like it I hope :)
Egg Korma
Ingredients:
- 6 Eggs
- 6 Onions
- 6 Cloves
- � cup Milk
- 3 tbsp Ghee
- A piece of Ginger
- 1 stick Cinnamon
- Some Green Chilli
- 2 Cardamom pods
- 1 tbsp grated Coconut
- � tsp Turmeric powder
- 3 tbsp Coriander powder
- 2 tbsp chopped Cashewnuts
- Salt to taste
Method:
1.
Chop the onions coarsely. Grind together the green
chilies, grated coconut, coriander powder, cardamom, cinnamon, cloves, ginger
and turmeric powder.
2.
Separate the Egg yolks and egg whites. Beat them
separately. Mix altogether the egg yolks and milk to the egg white mixture and
adjust salt according to taste.
3.
Again beat the mixture for 10 minutes and place the egg
mixture vessel into a large vessel containing a little water and boil till the
egg is set. Turn out the egg and cut into cubes.
4.
For korma, heat the ghee in a saucepan and fry the
chopped cashewnuts till golden brown.
5.
Put onions, ground masala paste and salt and cook on a
low flame, till the onions turn light brown. Stir occasionally till the ghee
floats to the top.
6.
Now add half a cup of water and bring to a boil.
7.
Add the egg cubes and cook gently till the korma
thickens.
8.
Use freshly cut coriander for garnishing and serve hot
with rice or parathas and chutney.
Tip: Do not boil eggs in the
microwave as pressure builds up and there are chances of the eggs exploding.
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Egg Masala
Ingredients:
- 6 Eggs, hard boiled
- 2 tbsp Oil
- 1 cup Water
- Salt as per taste
- 2 chopped Onions
- 1 tsp Lemon juice
- 2 chopped Tomatoes
- Coriander leaves, chopped
Make a paste of: - 1" Ginger
- 5 Garlic flakes
- 2 Green Chilli
- 1 tsp Chilli powder
- 1 tsp Garam Masala
- � tsp Turmeric powder
- 1 tsp Coriander powder
- � tsp Cumin seeds powder
Method:
1.
Prick the eggs with the fork and keep aside.
2.
Heat a oil in pan.
3.
Fry onion till golden brown.
4.
Add tomatoes and simmer for 5 minutes.
5.
Add the grounded paste and salt.
6.
Simmer for 3-4 minutes.
7.
Add water and eggs in the pan.
8.
Bring to boil.
9.
Let it cook for 10 minutes till gravy is thickens.
10. Add lemon juice and stir well.
11. Remove from flame and garnish with
coriander leaves.
12. Serve hot.
Tip: While cutting hard boiled eggs,the
egg yolk often tends to break so to avoid this dip the knife in cold water for
a few seconds and then cut smoothly.
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Omelette Curry
Ingredients:
- 2 Eggs
- 2 tbsp Oil
- 2 tsp Butter
- Salt as per taste
- 1 chopped Onion
- � tsp Garlic paste
- � tsp Ginger paste
- � tsp Curry powder
- 1 cup Coconut Milk
- 2 chopped Green Chilli
- � tsp Turmeric powder
- � tsp red Chilli powder
- � tsp Coriander powder
- Chopped Coriander leaves
- � tsp Cumin seeds powder
- � tsp Black Pepper powder
Method:
1.
Blend eggs, salt and pepper powder till frothy.
2.
Heat a pan, add 1 tsp butter.
3.
Pour half the egg mixture.
4.
Cook on slow flame till golden brown.
5.
Turn the omelette and let the other side cook till
golden brown.
6.
Remove from fire.
7.
Follow the same procedure to make the other omelette.
8.
Cut the omelette in to 1" pieces.
9.
Keep aside.
10. Heat oil in kadai.
11. Fry onion till golden brown.
12. Add ginger-garlic paste and simmer for a
minute.
13. Add green chillies.
14. Add all the powders and salt.
15. Add coconut milk and cook for 8-10 minutes
on slow flame.
16. When gravy thickens add omelette pieces.
17. Cook for another 3-4 minutes.
18. Garnish with coriander leaves and serve
hot.
Tip: To store eggs longer crack
open the eggs and add individually to an ice cube tray. When completely frozen,
put the egg cubes in a sealed freezer bag and use as needed.
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Egg Masala
Ingredients:
- 6 Eggs
- 4 Tomatoes
- Oil for frying
- 2 pods Garlic
- � tsp Turmeric
- � tsp Deghi mirch
- Chilli powder to taste
- 3 Onions, thinly sliced
- Salt according to taste
- 2-3 green Chillies, chopped
Method:
1.
Fry onions in oil till golden brown.
2.
Remove from oil and make a paste in blender by adding
little water.
3.
Also grind tomatoes and garlic together.
4.
Heat oil in in a wok, add onion paste. Fry a little then
add tomatoes and garlic paste. Cook till it leaves oil.
5.
Add green chillies, deghi mirh, chilli powder and
turmeric powder. Cook for 3-4 minutes and keep aside.
6.
Boil eggs and put in masala slightly slit.
Tip: Add a tsp full of vinegar in
water while boiling eggs. Even if they crack content will not come out.
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Egg Curry
Ingredients:
- 6 hard boiled Eggs
- 1 Onion
- 60 gms Ghee
- � cup Water
- � tsp Garlic paste
- 250 gms Tomatoes
- 1 tbsp Lemon juice
- 1 tbsp Curry powder
Method:
1.
Peel eggs and cut into half lengthwise.
2.
Melt ghee in a frying pan, saut� onions and garlic
until onion is tender. Add curry powder, saut� one minute.
3.
Now add tomatoes, lemon juice and water and bring to
boil. Reduce heat to low, cover, simmer for about 10 minutes.
4.
Add eggs, cook until heated through.
Tip: To differentiate between
cooked and raw eggs in the shell, spin them. Cooked eggs spin evenly; raw eggs
wobble.
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Dry Chicken Curry
Ingredients:
- 2 tbsp Ghee
- 1 tsp Cumin seeds
- � tsp Chilli Powder
- 1 tsp Garam Masala
- 6 Curry leaves, torn
- 2 tsps grated Ginger
- 1 tsp ground Turmeric
- Salt according to taste
- 2 pods of Garlic, crushed
- 300 gms Onions, chopped
- 1 tsp Black Mustard seeds
- 1 kg Chicken thigh fillets, halved
- 1 tbsp chopped Coriander leaves
Method:
1.
Heat ghee in large pan, cook onions, stirring, until
browned lightly.
2.
Add leaves, seeds, garlic, ginger, ground spices and
salt, cook stirring, until fragrant.
3.
Add chicken fillets, stir well to coat in spice
mixture.
4.
Add about 150 ml water, simmer, covered, about 30
minutes or until most liquid has evaporated. Just before serving, stir in
coriander.
Tip: Roast diced onions, carrots,
and celery in the pan right along with chicken. With the vegetables cooked down
and flavored with the meat juices, you've the base for a wonderful gravy.
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Masala Chicken Drumsticks
Ingredients:
- � tsp Chilli powder
- 2 tsps Cumin seeds
- 1 tbsp Vegetable Oil
- � tsp ground Cloves
- 2 tsps Corinder seeds
- � tsp Cardamon seeds
- � tsp ground Cinnamon
- 1.2 kg Chicken drumsticks
- � tsp ground Black Pepper
Method:
1.
Grind or process coriander, cumin and cardamon seeds
until crushed.
2.
Place crushed seeds with spices in a dry frying pan,
stir over heat until fragrant. Remove from heat. Add oil and water, stir until
combined.
3.
Make diagonal cuts, about 1 cm apart, through to the
bone, on both sides of drumsticks.
4.
Rub spice mixture all over the drumsticks, place in shallow
dish; cover. Refrigerate 6 hours or overnight.
5.
Cook drumsticks on a heated oiled griddle pan (or
barbecue or grill), until browned and cooked through.
Tip: For tenderizing soak chicken
in buttermilk, cream or yogurt.
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Chicken Korma
Ingredients:
- 3 Cloves
- 2 tbsp Oil
- Salt to taste
- 1 tsp Cumin
- 100 ml Curd
- 2 Cardamoms
- � cup Almonds
- 675 gm Chicken
- � cup Cashewnuts
- 2 Onions, chopped
- �" Ginger, chopped
- 75 ml Double cream
- 1" piece of Cinnamon
- 1 Red Chilli, chopped
- � cup Coriander leaves
- 1 tsp Coriander powder
- 2 flakes of Garlic, chopped
Method:
1.
Cut the chicken into about 1 inch cubes.
2.
Blend the nuts, ginger, garlic and chilli into a coarse
paste with 150 ml of water.
3.
Heat the oil in a pan.
4.
Fry the spices and then the onion until golden.
5.
Add the nut paste and curd and cook for about 10-15
minutes.
6.
Add the chicken pieces and simmer for about an hour or
until the meat is tender. Add water if necessary.
7.
About 10 minutes before serving add the double cream,
fresh coriander and salt to taste.
Tip: If you want to avoid using
colour in tandoori chicken, use lemon j
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