<?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-1146456384763730791</id><updated>2011-11-02T15:51:35.398+05:30</updated><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Lessons For the World...'/><category term='Shocker'/><category term='Consequences'/><category term='Quotes for the day'/><category term='The Real Me???'/><category term='The Truth'/><category term='Beginner'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Daily experiences'/><category term='Mind pricking incidents'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='The Queen of Weirdos???'/><category term='The Funnyside'/><title type='text'>"Have Life Have Everything"</title><subtitle type='html'>It's A Beautiful Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-7416854873398814569</id><published>2011-06-01T20:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:28:30.307+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jesus' virgin Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage textPost" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Jesus's virgin birth is explained by 'Parthenogenesis' a method of asexual reporduction in which the female produces offspring without a male cell....The offspring produced by this method will always be male....It is found in some lower forms of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;"Indeed there is a class of tumours of quite frequent occurrence in the females of human family, which some of our higher authorities have claimed to be attempts in the direction of virgin conception (dermoids tumours of ovarian origin)." Katherine Bushnell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-7416854873398814569?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/7416854873398814569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=7416854873398814569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/7416854873398814569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/7416854873398814569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2011/06/jesus-virgin-birth.html' title='Jesus&apos; virgin Birth'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-1324959150325848194</id><published>2011-06-01T20:17:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:27:28.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Women should never submit to the evil needs of their husbands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;" class="uiStreamMessage textPost" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;To say that all women must continue living in subjection to men bcoz of Eve's sin(Gen 3:16) is just as silly as saying that all men should continue living as agriculturists in poverty bcoz of Adam's sin(Gen 3:17-19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Ephesians 5:22 -Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ. This means men should submit to their wives too...Submission is mutual...not just women to men...Besides, submitting to an evil husband will invite God's wrath...In Genesis &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;21:12 God tells Abraham to obey his wife...From this we can understand that a husband should submit to his wife when he knows that the wisdom she provides is in the best interest of their family. Its the same for a wife too...By the word subjection in my above statement I meant 'being dictated'...Early Church men had used Gen 3:16 to subject their women to mental and physical abuse...Even some Pastors advise wives(who come to them for help) to submit to their abusive husbands...God doesn't approve this kind of submission...And Paul didnt mean 'Unquestioned Obedience' by the word submission...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;The real meaning of the word “subjection” refers, not to servility, but to conciliation. Where wrong exists, or is supposed to exist, the Christian method is always to exhort the wronged one to efforts to keep the peace, if possible, until the wrongdoer learns the better way. Men can always be wrong as well as women...So God doesnt expect women submit to evil husbands or men submit to evil wives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Ephesians 5:22-23 Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior...In these verses the Husband to the wife is compared to as Je&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;sus to the Church...Paul expects all husbands to be like Christ(which most husbands r not), loving their wives more than themselves and giving themselves up for their wives(lik what Jesus did for the Church)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And Jesus has told 'Whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant'(Mat 20:26), the husband who thinks he is the leader should act like a servant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;A woman should never submit to the selfish needs of her husband under any circumstance...&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/1146456384763730791-1324959150325848194?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/1324959150325848194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=1324959150325848194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/1324959150325848194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/1324959150325848194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-say-that-all-women-must-continue.html' title='Women should never submit to the evil needs of their husbands!'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-4061814696329966443</id><published>2011-06-01T20:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:16:44.297+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dora the Doormat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Dora the Doormat wears a “step on me please” sign around her neck. She’s a passive, quivering, opinion-less servant who can’t and won’t do anything without being told what to do. Dora can’t even get dressed in the morning without finding ou&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;t which dress her husband wants her to wear. And she likes it when her husband acts like a domineering boor. Dora has absolutely no goal in life except to serve her man. She invites him to wipe his dirty, grimy, patriarchal feet all over her, so that she can happily clean up the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-4061814696329966443?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/4061814696329966443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=4061814696329966443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/4061814696329966443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/4061814696329966443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2011/06/dora-doormat_01.html' title='Dora the Doormat'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-9028038668206452966</id><published>2011-06-01T20:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:13:43.002+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adam was the one responsible for mankind's sin, not Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;" class="uiStreamMessage textPost" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Only Adam was driven out of Paradise; n not Eve.(Genesis 3:24) Eve was formed (Gen 2:22) only after God had commanded Adam (Gen 2:16) not to eat the fruit...She must have only heard it from Adam....So Adam alone was responsible for the fall of mankind...Romans 5:12 "Therefore, just as sin entered the world through one man...." Jesus had to be born a man to atone for mankinds sin brought about by Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eve must hav followed her husband out of Paradise...God had said 'Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.' Genesis 3:16. Like what people think of this now, it's not a curse of subjection... God was only predicting&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; the fate of women who give their husbands more importance than God. Eve had 2 choices: 1. to remain in the garden with God or 2. follow her husband out of the Garden...of which she chose the 2nd option from which began her hardships n sufferings...Anyways Jesus(woman's seed) was promised to Eve right there in the Garden of Eden(Gen 3:15)....So God hadnt left her without hope...&lt;/span&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/1146456384763730791-9028038668206452966?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/9028038668206452966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=9028038668206452966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/9028038668206452966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/9028038668206452966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2011/06/adam-was-one-responsible-for-sin-of.html' title='Adam was the one responsible for mankind&apos;s sin, not Eve!'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-89228461164055990</id><published>2011-06-01T20:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:07:03.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A woman doesn't necessarily need a man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;              God gives us different gifts and callings. Marriage is not absolute and neither is conceiving children. It is not absolute that every woman will marry, nor is it absolute that every married woman will bear children, nor is it true that every woman ought to bear as many biological children as she possibly can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;What is absolute is that all women are called to be spiritually fruitful. The Lord wants all women—including single and childless women and women past child-bearing age—to spiritually and metaphorically have a “household” and be the “joyful mother of children.”&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/1146456384763730791-89228461164055990?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/89228461164055990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=89228461164055990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/89228461164055990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/89228461164055990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2011/06/women-doesnt-necessarily-need-man.html' title='A woman doesn&apos;t necessarily need a man!'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-8970114615047322928</id><published>2008-07-24T13:34:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:12:32.134+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>The Tagger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last movie seen in a theatre?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Vismyathumbathu'.That was some 4 years back. Was a silly one. I can't believe that I even went to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What book are you reading?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben Hur.I had seen the movie some time back. I loved it. So thought of buying the book.A very touching one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite board game &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snake and Ladder.Loved playing it when I was a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite magazine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the Architecture and Interior Design magazines.Architecture + Design, Better Interiors, Design Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite smells &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Garlic, Masala powders, Chicken Curry.I seem to have my hunger satisfied by just smelling these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sound of trashing files or folders in Macintosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst feeling in the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pain.I dread pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The songs I heard last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite fast food place &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing inparticular.Infact I am thinking of even quitting fast food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future child’s name &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Gaya' if it is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel to Arabia, The Holy Land, Nazerath and all the other important places mentioned in the Bible. Another idea is to buy all the British libraries, ship all the books to my place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drive fast? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.I think its childish even for a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite drink &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any soft drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you eat the stem of broccoli? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storms - Cool or Scary? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.I just hate seeing dyed hair.I believe in the natural look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahaheel,Mangaf,Chennai,Ernakulam,Trissur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sports to watch &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One nice thing about the person who sent this to you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s under your bed? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning person or night owl? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over easy or sunny side up? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny side up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite place to relax &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite pie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't tried any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite ice cream flavor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterscotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You pass this tag to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vmilty.blogspot.com/"&gt;MiloPilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of all the people you tagged this to, who’s most likely to respond first? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously MiloPilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1146456384763730791-8970114615047322928?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/8970114615047322928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=8970114615047322928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/8970114615047322928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/8970114615047322928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagger.html' title='The Tagger'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-1278936472845591612</id><published>2008-06-26T14:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:12:10.407+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-1278936472845591612?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/1278936472845591612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=1278936472845591612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/1278936472845591612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/1278936472845591612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-9215722597664030759</id><published>2008-06-13T09:46:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:20:25.353+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons For the World...'/><title type='text'>Oh Anne, If only you had survived...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/SFH59T9tnCI/AAAAAAAAACM/zUN18v6YONs/s1600-h/AnneFrank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211221075570826274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/SFH59T9tnCI/AAAAAAAAACM/zUN18v6YONs/s320/AnneFrank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was almost 12:30 a.m. when I finished reading 'Anne Frank_The Diary Of YOung Girl'.This is a book I would recommend everyone for reading.The book which was so touching and so full of hopes  left me crying towards the end.I can't belive this_She had high hopes of going to school [just a week before they (the people in the annex) got arrested]even when the matter of survival was in question.  'OH Anne, IF ONLY YOU HAD SURVIVED' I kept muttering to myself.By the way I forgot it was Annes' 79th birthday yesterday the June 12th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YOu could have Lived To Tell the world Anne, 'If only you had survived'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I prayed 'OH GOD, If only You could 'Turn Back Time'....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-9215722597664030759?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/9215722597664030759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=9215722597664030759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/9215722597664030759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/9215722597664030759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-anne-if-only-you-had-survived.html' title='Oh Anne, If only you had survived...'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/SFH59T9tnCI/AAAAAAAAACM/zUN18v6YONs/s72-c/AnneFrank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-6122320458557358331</id><published>2008-06-05T12:12:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:33:37.294+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons For the World...'/><title type='text'>Hitler_The Devil Incarnate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/SEeLi4uc2cI/AAAAAAAAACE/TknI7wh5B84/s1600-h/belsen01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208284925536295362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/SEeLi4uc2cI/AAAAAAAAACE/TknI7wh5B84/s320/belsen01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HOw could a man be so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;April 20th 1889_The Devils Day...The world saw the birth of a man who turned out ot be the Devil himself...He who was the cause of the death of 11 million jews....&lt;br /&gt;If I ever met the Devil I would tell him to see to to it that Hitler gets the most cruel of all the punishments in the Hell.&lt;br /&gt;What right did he have to kill those people?What did they wrong ?Who was he to judge them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maybe what Ane Frank had said was true.The Jews were the only people who had brought anything good to this world. No wonder God made them his 'Elect'.The Chosen People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/SFekFPbbTDI/AAAAAAAAACc/gVgKA9-HNC8/s1600-h/grosz29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212815503652506674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/SFekFPbbTDI/AAAAAAAAACc/gVgKA9-HNC8/s320/grosz29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And is this what he's going to get in HELL?? The devil could think of something better and clever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In his book MeinKampf, Hitler divides humans into categories based on physical appearance, establishing higher and lower orders, or types of humans. At the top, according to Hitler, is the Germanic man with his fair skin, blond hair and blue eyes. Hitler refers to this type of person as an Aryan. He asserts that the Aryan is the supreme form of human, or master race. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What a foolish fellow /?If he told this to the people in Asia they would slap him.How foolish could one be?Didnt he know that all people have a common ancestor?.And he said he's a christian, when he didnt even believe in the basic principles of Christianity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is the Jews, Hitler says, who are engaged in a conspiracy to keep this master race from assuming its rightful position as rulers of the world, by tainting its racial and cultural purity and even inventing forms of government in which the Aryan comes to believe in equality and fails to recognize his racial superiority.&lt;br /&gt;"The mightiest counterpart to the Aryan is represented by the Jew."&lt;br /&gt;Hitler describes the struggle for world domination as an ongoing racial, cultural, and political battle between Aryans and Jews. He outlines his thoughts in detail, accusing the Jews of conducting an international conspiracy to control world finances, controlling the press, inventing liberal democracy as wells as Marxism, promoting prostitution and vice, and using culture to spread disharmony.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout Mein Kampf, Hitler refers to Jews as parasites, liars, dirty, crafty, sly, wily, clever, without any true culture, a sponger, a middleman, a maggot, eternal blood suckers, repulsive, unscrupulous, monsters, foreign, menace, bloodthirsty, avaricious, the destroyer of Aryan humanity, and the mortal enemy of Aryan humanity... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At this point one may ask 'WHO ARE THESE ARYANS??/'and 'why do they think no end of themselves???'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-6122320458557358331?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/6122320458557358331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=6122320458557358331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/6122320458557358331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/6122320458557358331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2008/06/hitlerthe-devil-incarnate.html' title='Hitler_The Devil Incarnate'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/SEeLi4uc2cI/AAAAAAAAACE/TknI7wh5B84/s72-c/belsen01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-2011166142880346891</id><published>2008-05-20T11:53:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:52:54.363+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Truth'/><title type='text'>Shame on the Catholic Church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sexually perverted men adorning priesthood....So sad....and nuns here dying to have sex....What has happened to the church??...All these reveal an allergy for lifelong commitment....A recent census has revealed that the number of priest/nuns have increased by 4 times...and the Catholic church seems to be happy about this... If this is the case after 50 years the entire christian population will be priests/nuns....Christianity will cease to exist...except for a few illegitimate children...who'll never know what a family is...&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/1146456384763730791-2011166142880346891?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/2011166142880346891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=2011166142880346891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/2011166142880346891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/2011166142880346891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2008/05/shame-on-catholic.html' title='Shame on the Catholic Church...'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-388900448573203689</id><published>2008-05-05T10:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:45:20.141+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Protestants Vs Roman Catholics...</title><content type='html'>The answers RomanCatholics would give Protestants.....&lt;br /&gt;P :  Why do you worship idols when it is against the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;R :  Why do you keep your own photos when it's against what God said in the Old Testament?&lt;br /&gt;......coming up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-388900448573203689?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/388900448573203689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=388900448573203689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/388900448573203689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/388900448573203689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2008/05/protestants-vs-roman-caholics.html' title='Protestants Vs Roman Catholics...'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-419629629000198660</id><published>2008-01-13T21:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:49:17.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>William Marion Branham - The False Prophet (coming soon)</title><content type='html'>The man who startled the Christian community...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-419629629000198660?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/419629629000198660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=419629629000198660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/419629629000198660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/419629629000198660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2008/01/william-marion-branham-false-prophet.html' title='William Marion Branham - The False Prophet (coming soon)'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-278546017172336558</id><published>2008-01-01T19:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:40:43.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For You, a thousand times over!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For you, a thousand times over&lt;/strong&gt; .... the words had been haunting me for days...What does it mean??Sacrificing Love??Why??What does a man gain by loving somebody enough to sacrifice himself???Now I am not talking about the Magnmanious 'Jesus Christ'....This is human love...What is the motive??Is it a question of self satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;The theme is from a novel 'Kite Runner' by Housseini...The servant boy loves his master so much that he even lets himself rapped by some boys instead of returning his masters' kite...&lt;br /&gt;In this world of carnal desires few find true Love....&lt;div 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type='html'>Has anybody seen crocodiles floating on trees???I just dreamt of it today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-8730811704282501876?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/8730811704282501876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=8730811704282501876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/8730811704282501876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/8730811704282501876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-8571357229112632186</id><published>2007-10-27T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-04T19:54:16.182+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shocker'/><title type='text'>..Scared the life outa me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently we came to read the deaths of 2 nuns in the newspapers.Two nuns who were walking by the convent backyard got hit with heavy concrete hollow blocks from the goods lift of the building whose construction was going on at the back and died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;This made me recall the following incident which was indeed the most shocking one in my life.This happened when I was working as a site engineer in one of the leading construction companies of Kerala.I was in-charge of a 7 storey building which was nearing the end of its construction and was to be handed over in a few months.Only a few service works and interior works were left.&lt;br /&gt;The day was a public holiday.I dont remember exactly what holiday it was but I remember it happened in Jan of this year.The main workers and the contractor weren't present that day.Infact the contractor had asked me personally to keep an eye on the site the previous day while he was not present.&lt;br /&gt;There wasnt a single day in which the goods lift wasnt used.It used to be operated either by the contractor or by one of the masons.As they were not present that day there needed to be someone to operate the lift as the fire escape works were going on then.The huge red pipes couldnt be carried manually to the terrace.That day two of the workers who wanted to carry pipes to the terrace floor approached me since they couldnt find anyone to operate the lift.So I went around asking workers if they knew to how to operate the machine.None of them knew it except the storekeeper who told me he had done that before.I agreed hearing his past experience and accompanied him to the operating platform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 2 workers got into the lift with the big pipes and waved at me to tell the man to start the lift.So I said 'up to the terrace'.He tried to start the machine but couldnt.So one of the workers came and did it for him.He then pulled the lever down and up raced the lift in such a speed that for a moment I thought the rope would break and both the workers would come down dead.It even went above the terrace to the topmost point of the scaffold and it looked like the scaffold would collapse any moment.I looked at the storekeeper and saw that he didn't really know to operate the machine and the workers in the lift were trembling. He kept pulling the lever up and down, didnt know when to stop or start it.It looked like the workers were floating up and down in the sky.I screamed at him to get them down at once. It was a question of 2 lives.The irony was that the operator wasnt serious about this.He kept laughing(which made me laugh too for a moment seeing the helpless workers screaming in the air).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now there was another construction site opposite to ours.All the workers there came up to see what was going on here.Few of them kept shouting at me to stop the lift.Now my heart was pounding badly I thought it would burst out.And finally the operator pulled the lever up inorder to get the workers down.The lift raced down as if it were competing for the olympics.I screamed at him "will you slow down the lift??u'll kill those people."The lift slowed down a bit reaching the 2nd floor and finally to the ground with a thud.The workers in the lift stood on the platform vibrated...Then the whole crowd of workers came to bury me with spankings.To tell me never to repeat that again.I had been very irresponsible indeed. I've never regretted any of my decisions before.I had always thought I was right.I had learnt my lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only moment I thanked God from the heart!!!.He had saved me from being responsible for two lives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-8571357229112632186?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/8571357229112632186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=8571357229112632186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/8571357229112632186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-2269083795108530471</id><published>2007-09-01T19:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:58:06.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again left blank on the first of sep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-2269083795108530471?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/2269083795108530471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=2269083795108530471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-7580050173142313685?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/7580050173142313685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=7580050173142313685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/7580050173142313685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/7580050173142313685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2007/08/independance.html' title='Independance'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-7754205649912162312</id><published>2007-08-01T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:14:27.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AUG</title><content type='html'>Starting trouble on the first ofAUG....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-7754205649912162312?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/7754205649912162312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=7754205649912162312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>It was a Sunday morning and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life.The trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blosoms filled the air.The Rosebud Hill, beyond the village and above it was green with vegetation, and it lay just far enough away to seem a delectable land, dreamy, reposeful and inviting.&lt;br /&gt;Jerrick had just moved into a ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-206331037143504510?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/206331037143504510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=206331037143504510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Ex-Minister proved to be nuisance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day of national mourning becomes a day of recreation. Young ones enjoy their day at home when the elders of the nation grieve. The very day of peace and silence becomes a day of hyperactivity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a PARADOX!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's an account on how the death of an exminister proved to be utter nuisance to a citizen.&lt;br /&gt;It was a Monday when we came to know the death of an ex minister.Such days used to be declared holidays for all the schools in the land.Since the death happened on a Sunday the schools weren't sure about giving a holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That day a mother was making her 6 year old ready for school.She dressed her up,packed her lunch and bag and went to drop her in the bus.Only on her way to the bus stop did she come to know it was a holiday.The girl so happy getting a holiday after her miserable days in school started doing all the mischief she could the moment she got home.First she pulled the washed clothes off the strand.Then she emptied the dustbin onto the floor, she spilt milk on the dining table, she scribbled on the walls, she screamed in the balcony, she turned the house upsidedown. She did the house in. Finally she got tired and fell asleep watching Tv.She had her time, her day of freedom... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its fun to have little kids running and jumping all around the house.Its just that you get irritated at times.Anyways if she hadn't got the holiday she would have had to spend her time in school,and the fact that she got a holiday had called for trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-7195364647899702461?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/7195364647899702461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=7195364647899702461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/7195364647899702461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/7195364647899702461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-death-of-ex-minister-proved-to-be.html' title='How the death of an Ex-Minister proved to be nuisance...'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-6694505631918700697</id><published>2007-07-11T12:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:37:53.397+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Jesus Help Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;In every need let me come to you&lt;br /&gt;with humble trust, Jesus Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;In all my doubts, perpexlities and&lt;br /&gt;temptations, Jesus Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;In hours of loneliness, weariness and&lt;br /&gt;trials, Jesus Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;In failure of my plans and hopes&lt;br /&gt;in disappointments and sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;When others fail me and your grace&lt;br /&gt;alone can assist me, Jesus Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;When I throw myself on your tender&lt;br /&gt;love as a father and saviour, Jesus Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is cast down by failure&lt;br /&gt;at seeing no good from efforts, Jesus Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel impatient and my cross&lt;br /&gt;irritates me, Jesus Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;When I am ill and my head and hands&lt;br /&gt;cannot work and I am lonely, Jesus Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;Always, always inspite of weakness, falls&lt;br /&gt;and shortcomings of every kind,&lt;br /&gt;JESUS HELP ME AND NEVER FORSAKE ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-6694505631918700697?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/6694505631918700697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=6694505631918700697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/6694505631918700697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/6694505631918700697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2007/07/jesus-help-me.html' title='Jesus Help Me'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-2953065631782147975</id><published>2007-07-10T09:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:16:10.669+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Queen of Weirdos???'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Real Me???'/><title type='text'>Me A Weirdo???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was chatting with some of ma friends when suddenly I got a chat message from my friend cum neighbour Roshni asking to look out for her tag blog.At first I didn't know what she was talking about.N when I knew it she started threatening me to write 8 weird things about myself or else I would just have to see what happens.N then I thought it wasn't a bad idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;N for the 8 'weirdo' me here goes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I 'laugh' at all times or somebody laughs at me&lt;/strong&gt;,though some people may think something's wrong with me.Once in class there was a serious discussion going on the 'History of Architecture'.The atmosphere was so heatened up that I felt suffocated and in my attempt to break the tension I just burst out laughing on some comment the Sir had made.And then he too burst out laughing.Remember that nobody had ever seen this man laugh.Hahaha Friends congratulated me for making him laugh after class.Even in school whenever I stood up my classmates used to laugh at me.I still haven't figured out what's so funny about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I don't forgive and forget easily&lt;/strong&gt;.It would take years to forgive.Once when we were in a farewell party one of my friends played a stupid prank on me.At first I acted scared though I really wasn't.That was a time when we had to pretend to be scared though not since we were first years.But though I wasnt scared first I started becoming towards the end.Midnight struck and I was declared an 'April Fool'.I was so bloody red that I didn't even talk to him or even look at his face for the next fours years in college. Actually there were other reasons also for not forgiving this one which I don't want to disclose here. But when I tried to email him now, he replies he doesn't know me.Now that's sad enough ,isn't it???....I guess I'll have to change myself on this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I hate to see people treating me like they do to monkeys in the zoo.&lt;/strong&gt;(the weirdness is in that I looked like a monkey to these people). I remember my first day in the boarding school when was in 3rd std.We had just come from Kuwait a month back.My mother had me, my sis n my brother put in boarding schools.Me and my sis were in the same school.That day I went and sat in my class.I didn't talk much coz I didn't know malayalam.Some students kept talkin to me and I told something back in English.I don't know whether these people could understand me, but 2 or 3 came to me and started pulling my ears, nose, n cheeks and everything they could pull on my face.It was only when I started shouting that they stopped this.I was thinking what sort of training the school gave...Training to become monkeys...Then I trained myself to look out for monkeys...Scared of them even now...U won't know when they start attack...&lt;br /&gt;Another instance was when I was in Prep(UKG) in Kuwait.We had a class teacher named 'D'souza'.She looked savage and savage was what she was.And u want to hear her punishments for misbehaviour in class??It goes like this...If somebody talked in the class or looked back she would make other students drag the one down to the floor and ask them to pull the one's hair if she was a girl or start assaulting if it was a guy.Even I have had my hair pulled by somebody else.I hated this teacher so much that I've even dreamt her children puttin her hair to fire...Hahaha...That was a nice scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I just hate people staring at me.&lt;/strong&gt;I used to ignore such people when I was a kid.But now I stare at them back and see who gets embarassed first...(definitely not me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I love horror stories and movies &lt;/strong&gt;though I dont encourage myself seeing extremely bloody scenes.I even dream horror though I 've never really wanted to be in such situations.I've heard voices of my grandmother who died some 4 yrs back the night I had gone to her graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Though I don't derive pleasure from killing insects&lt;/strong&gt; as Roshni does, &lt;strong&gt;I would certainly like to see someone kill them&lt;/strong&gt;.I used to watch my brother killing lizards.He would trap a wizard in a bottle keep it inside for some 3 or 4 days.By that time the lizard would have been exhausted.He'd then take it to the sunlight and put it in a paper.Then he would concentrate the rays of sunlight in a magnifying glass and place it just above the lizard.Suddenly u'll hear the sound of fireworks (lizard bursting) and the area will be filled with smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Its been ages since i've watched it...Want to see it now badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; I am someone who hates advices.&lt;/strong&gt;I just keep my ears shut whenever my father talks to me about the ways of the world.There was a time when I used to do just the opposite of what was told to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;. And the Last n least &lt;strong&gt;I love weird people&lt;/strong&gt; which makes me a normal person like they say ' a weird person who loves a weird person is a normal person... (but in the weird world)hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess u've got ur picture of the 'WEIRD ME'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-2953065631782147975?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/2953065631782147975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=2953065631782147975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/2953065631782147975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/2953065631782147975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-weirdo.html' title='Me A Weirdo???'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-3679873287604982967</id><published>2007-07-09T17:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:22:04.696+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consequences'/><title type='text'>You Know Wot???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bus 'Mariya'I had mentioned in one of my blogs earlier just killed a man two weeks back and the driver's arrested....It isn't surprising, is it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-3679873287604982967?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/3679873287604982967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=3679873287604982967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/3679873287604982967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/3679873287604982967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-wot.html' title='You Know Wot???'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-3988139029047672676</id><published>2007-07-01T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:14:19.465+05:30</updated><title type='text'>1st July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont know wat to write on the first of july!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-3988139029047672676?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/3988139029047672676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=3988139029047672676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/3988139029047672676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/3988139029047672676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2007/07/1st-july.html' title='1st July'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-3079382906764811198</id><published>2007-06-13T10:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:59:12.282+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Truth'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are men who think women don't have the right to live.Majority of men are so infact.Even Jesus' favorite disciple Peter believed that women did't deserve heaven(Gospel Of Thomas).It's so sad that people who think so indirectly deny themselves having been formed inside a woman...which inturn denies our creator...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its not who sinned first that matters to God.Sin is always sin. their whole lives for God and finally ending up in Hell...And the priests drink and have fun and go to heaven...Funny isn't it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Priests have more freedom compared to nuns...They can go anywhere, for any function, eat and drink to glory...But the nuns have to stay in their dwellings and keep praying....I think the nuns do more social activity than the priests...While nuns are deprived of their needs priests are provided with the luxury of Tv sets,stereos,camera,Pc etc...And it is eventually the nuns who suffer all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And men seem to forget that it was they who crucified Jesus and not women.There's no bigger sin than crucifying the son of God.While men were eager to find fault with women like Magdalene who was a prostitute.Men always blame women for everything.They always forget that all the serious crimes in this world are committed by them...Terrorism,war...the list goes....Women have suffered enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-3079382906764811198?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/3079382906764811198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=3079382906764811198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/3079382906764811198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/3079382906764811198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2007/06/ultimate-creation.html' title='The Ultimate Creation'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-681421981605610620</id><published>2007-06-09T10:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:38:57.637+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind pricking incidents'/><title type='text'>The Beggar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;have u heard of shouting beggars???.....Well then u'll surely see some here in kerala.....Beggars who scare people to get their money....&lt;br /&gt;One day I and ma sister were standin in the bus stop waitin for a bus when a beggar came to me and started beggin.Normally I used to give money if they waited near me for some time.I told him we were students.So he went to ma sis.She didn't move.Then suddenly this man shouted at us.I was alarmed...I shouted back at him 'do u think we r idiots?r u tryin to scare us?'The man suddenly cooled down and walked away...The men in the street were lookin at us and the beggar....(i've never had such guts before)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-681421981605610620?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/681421981605610620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=681421981605610620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/681421981605610620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/681421981605610620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2007/06/beggar.html' title='The Beggar'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-1103377579499118370</id><published>2007-06-09T10:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:15:49.793+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily experiences'/><title type='text'>Madman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have u heard of a man who gets angry when a cat sneezes or when a leaf falls????...how silly u'll think now....i see _ everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-1103377579499118370?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/1103377579499118370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=1103377579499118370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/1103377579499118370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/1103377579499118370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/2007/06/madman.html' title='Madman'/><author><name>XXX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149384696095142789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146456384763730791.post-3652211009134254915</id><published>2007-05-27T13:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:40:23.548+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind pricking incidents'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/RlmQum0_kGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xilSIlQRvfk/s1600-h/53807100.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069241985953402978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/RlmQum0_kGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xilSIlQRvfk/s320/53807100.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was 7:00 in the morning.Me and ma sister were waiting for a bus in ABK stop.At that time we were going for st classes in STC.We had to reach class by 8:30 a.m.We got up into this bus named 'Mariya' which went till FK.The name 'Mariya' reminded me of Mary the mother of Jesus.Peace n sacrifice her life meant to us.We normally expect people to be what their names mean.You cudn't imagine a brutal, vengeant Mary, could u?? But that was exactly what took place in the the bus 'Vengeance'.&lt;br /&gt;The bus reached MGR in EM when another bus hit ours' while overtaking it.&lt;br /&gt;The bus went 'tuk tuk tuk' scrapping our bus all the way it went.The driver (in our bus)was like "hit it as u wish, we'll show u later".The conductor tuk his mobile&lt;br /&gt;n called the owner of the bus (was what i understood) and asked him "Njangal Thallippolloikkatte a bus???He seemed to be nodding his head hearing the reply from the phone.He turned to the driver n said "Let's do it".Not waiting to complete this sentence the driver raced for the bus trying to overtake it from bothsides and finally managed to hit it from the left side. "TTOMM" the sound came. We shook in the bus which finally came to stop.Me and ma sis stared at each other thinking the same thing 'what's wrong with these people?'.Anyways the bus stopped just 1 stop before ours so we could&lt;br /&gt;reach there in time.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin ‘how silly people cud be’ , on my way to class....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-3652211009134254915?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/3652211009134254915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=3652211009134254915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/3652211009134254915'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>The greatest FOOls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/RlmL4G0_kFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JLLk20tlJDw/s1600-h/1029-002-85-1068.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069236651604021330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/RlmL4G0_kFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JLLk20tlJDw/s320/1029-002-85-1068.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fools fear future.....There's no better fool than himself who wastes his time tryin to make others fools......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-278565225008992269?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/278565225008992269/comments/default' 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deep burn in my throat&lt;br /&gt;I wish there would be SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;To touch me and say 'I Love You'&lt;br /&gt;I am pricked by the thorns of SELF-PITY&lt;br /&gt;Which reduces me to tears&lt;br /&gt;I think about my LOVE and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why did it ever come to my life&lt;br /&gt;When I didn't deserve its feelins for me&lt;br /&gt;Didn't u get the signs???&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to get away from U, didn't I??&lt;br /&gt;Will it Ever Understand Me ???&lt;br /&gt;Someday it'll know that I loved truly once&lt;br /&gt;Now that things have changed&lt;br /&gt;The memories are just enough to cherish,to let go on&lt;br /&gt;Till the Almighty alters my DESTINY&lt;br /&gt;You'll still remain a dear friend to me&lt;br /&gt;I am plagued with sickness and disease&lt;br /&gt;Which takes the life out of Me&lt;br /&gt;I am pierced with the darts of lost love&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves me broken-hearted&lt;br /&gt;I am plunged with feelings of INSECURITY&lt;br /&gt;which makes me hide from the world&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why i was born into this world&lt;br /&gt;an Insignificant Being&lt;br /&gt;Finally I ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;"WHY AM I ALONE ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146456384763730791-7354486785479958309?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/7354486785479958309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1146456384763730791&amp;postID=7354486785479958309' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/7354486785479958309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146456384763730791/posts/default/7354486785479958309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hp5-pgnmlwo/RlmziG0_kHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wA0idIVCJGc/s320/3093976t.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi, i'll be involved in de art of bloggin soon.so pls do write ur comments negative or positive, as i m not an expert blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Please don't forget to encourage me coz thats wat i always need.&lt;br /&gt;My blogs won't essentially be my thoughts,it may sometimes convey what I think others think.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it may reveal my past,but that won't definitely be connected to my present.&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/1146456384763730791-6288852840186010464?l=vminu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vminu.blogspot.com/feeds/6288852840186010464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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