<?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-6226379384643753101</id><updated>2012-01-14T12:56:58.196+05:30</updated><category term='Careers'/><category term='Home Truths'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='Some true facts'/><category term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><category term='Jus4Laughs'/><category term='sports'/><title type='text'>Aspire de desire to Acquire de desire tht u Admire</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow me as I tweet it out at &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SuddenCraze"&gt;SuddenCraze&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226379384643753101.post-1495851912674257107</id><published>2012-01-14T12:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:56:58.209+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>No More Words</title><content type='html'>Words sting worse than actions. And especially when they're are written words, they stay for posterity, until erased off or deleted, for the affected to revisit till it gets ingrained in thier hearts. Like a birthmark, never to go. From time immemorial we have learnt of wars fought, kingdoms lost, civilizations destroyed all because of the ill-used words. And still we don't learn. When God created Man, he gave him a major boon.. or so He thought. The mouth. And then Man created words. &lt;div&gt;Life is all so simple and uncomplicated when you don't know to speak, when all that you said were just words which made no coherent sense. At that time, it was all cute to everyone's ears. And finally when it started making sense, you're talk becomes senseless, your words become meaningless, your thoughts become heartless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you finally understand how it was all so better when you just didn't talk. When all you did was smile at people and get back home to talk to that pillow on your bed. At least you didnt have to touch up your grammer, tone your accent or prune your words to make sure it was not hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-1495851912674257107?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1495851912674257107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=1495851912674257107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1495851912674257107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1495851912674257107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-more-words.html' title='No More Words'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7338633587151042293</id><published>2011-09-03T00:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:46:09.277+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All you need is a dewdrop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just 24, travelled around the world, earning as much as dad's retirement, confident, outspoken.. It more or less summed up what would have been a successful persona, just that it came too early in life. And in the same manner as 2-minute maggi satisfying your appetite for that moment but never quite being chinese, lightning struck me too and in the most complicated way. I dint know what the issue was!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its easy when u see your problem, better to handle when you know what aches, but what when something's bothering you and you really don't know what it is? When you wake up daily knowing you're the luckiest on the planet and still not able to smile. When u party hard all night just to forget something, and you don exactly know what, and no.. You've not forgotten it! Other like-minded, similar experiencing friends of yours finally gave it a name. They called it 'Quarter life Crisis'. Easier now, you at least know what it is.&lt;br&gt;And it was at the prime of this stage, when life was long gone dead that someone dropped down from the place many called paradise! He was just a guy I might see as I cross the road daily with not much as a glance straight-faced, upto the point, seemingly serious. But as I got down to doing the same menial job all over again, I found him change it all. From as simple as the way I work, to the way I think, he made me fall in love with everything around me, again. Now when I woke up I had a smile that previously was never there, I stopped pausing near the office entrance wondering whether to enter, I changed my wardrobe and did a makeover, I started walking with that joyful skip again! And amidst all of this QLC disappeared, as suddenly as it had come. When, where, how, well I really was not concerned. Because.something which I had tried with all the knowledge I could garner on positove energies was done without a sound. And with that cloud out of my sky I was able to see what was till now hidden. I knew what I wanted to do. I got a direction.&lt;br&gt;Weeks later when I was asked how it all happened, I dint have an answer. I really don't know what he did. Maybe he was a catalyst to make me feel good about myself, to show me how to love my work, to bring me out of the loneliness I was feeling in that place till then. He was my dewdrop, just there for those few moments in the early hours of a long day, but to give me the hope that its gonna be a beautiful day ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7338633587151042293?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7338633587151042293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7338633587151042293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7338633587151042293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7338633587151042293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-you-need-is-dewdrop.html' title='All you need is a dewdrop'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4365731011262921105</id><published>2011-04-18T11:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:48:44.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I want to break free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;From bonds that held me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;From the feelings that refused to let go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;From the thoughts that made me stop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I wanted to make my own choices,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Choose my own path, carve a niche for myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;While people loved to pull me towards their wishes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Forcing me to dream their dreams.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It’s all so easy to be bogged down,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;To give up and say goodbye,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;To all things dear to you, to all things you care.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Your aspirations, your goals, everything which makes you YOU.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ever since I started to dream,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ever since I tried to fly,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I only found boundaries and limits, rules and curfews,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Someone to stop me, hold me back against my dreams.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Life seemed all so simple before,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When I never knew what I wanted,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When I felt content with every bead in my string,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When I never asked “Why not?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And that’s where it all started,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;A simple question, a small doubt, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;A growing argument, a never ending fight,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;A terrible silence, with people who loved me the most.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I want to dance till my legs ache,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sing till my throat sores,  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I just want to laugh loud, only wanted to cry,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;From the bottom of my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I want to see the rising sun, feel the first rain,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I want to live the way I wish to,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I want to fly away, break free, just be myself,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;For that simple moment called Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4365731011262921105?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4365731011262921105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4365731011262921105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4365731011262921105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4365731011262921105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2011/04/breaking-free.html' title='Breaking Free'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-921995041086901196</id><published>2011-02-20T00:31:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:14:27.501+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Dangerous 'Hi'</title><content type='html'>A simple word, an innocent smile, a careless brush, a sudden look. All that is needed to start a relationship, any for that matter, is just a simple beginning. And as you tread deeper down, the way it evolved ends up being a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;All through my simple and extremely short life I've met a whole lot of people, each different from another and at each point I've felt enough is enough; my small brain won't be able to handle any more! But the world smiles back and says "you've not seen anything yet!". And then I exchange a smile with another stranger and the person is never a stranger again.&lt;br /&gt;But why do I do that without a thought? Why do I so easily welcome people into my life, knowing that even a small tremor in my carefully built world will cause a long term havoc to my being? Why do I trust so easily in spite of all I've seen? And why is it that after it all gets over I still believe in the goodness in people?&lt;br /&gt;I might never be the one to start the conversation, but I've always welcomed the ones that are directed to me with nothing less than the widest smile I could conjure up. Even if for a second I never give it another thought. Who is this person, where did they come from, what they mean to the world, what the world means to them! Because at that moment I just needed an outlet to listen to my rantings, to tell me theirs, and I just don't bother who is standing there ready to be of service! And little do I know that soon after when I start to wish that we had just been 2 strangers never crossing others paths, the damage will be already done.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I won't do that mistake again. I know I'll step out into the street tomorrow and exchange a smile with yet another person and the cycle starts again. Still for that moment I do wonder why that 'hi' had to ever be exchanged. And that's when I remember a sweet saying "&lt;span&gt;Life never gives you the people you want.. It gives you the people you need.. To teach you, to hurt you, to love you, to confuse you, to mold you and to make you exactly what you ought to be.. The Best!&lt;/span&gt;". And I smile. Maybe at this moment I wonder why you were written on my pages, but sooner I would know for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-921995041086901196?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/921995041086901196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=921995041086901196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/921995041086901196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/921995041086901196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2011/02/dangerous-hi.html' title='Dangerous &apos;Hi&apos;'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-6864254811019370810</id><published>2010-10-15T11:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:26:21.312+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Whose loss is it anyways?</title><content type='html'>We were never the best of friends, we were never even friends. There was many a time when we had our hot arguments followed by cold wars but that didn't make us enemies either. God had willed us both to be bound together by a relationship considered divine and sometimes even above himself, but that just didn't seem to be taking us through the desired direction, at least in my eyes. And after 2 years as I face my first cold war within a month of getting back home, I wonder what had gone so wrong between us.&lt;br /&gt;I've always tried to visualize those first moments of my entry into this world and try to hear what was running through her mind, when she first saw me, held me in those hands, heard my first cry, fed me that first taste of outside world. Did she ever know that I would grow up to be such a rebel, a disobedient, ungrateful, haughty woman. Maybe she saw those first strains when a little under three, I ran away from home on a whim (I have no idea what I was planning to do then), all because she refused to let me open the door. But that didn't deter her from losing that hope she had in me, the hope that I would grow to be the woman she had dreamt of probably when her eyes first rested on me. And like all other women of her genre, her whole world revolved around me until my brother came by five years later. Not that the revolutions stopped after that. It just got more frantic. From cooking different dishes to suit all our likes, to keeping the house neat and tidy especially with three kids(which includes my dad) who loved throwing their stuff around with no order whatsoever, to taking care of us when we fell sick, she did it all. And somewhere in the midst of all this we grew distant.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the fault was all mine, maybe I gave up too soon, or as always I can blame it on that mega fat ego I hold which doesn't distinguish between people. And finally after a point it just was irreparable. I hate the fact that she stopped me from doing things I loved the most. And I hate it more that this restriction made me do those very same things along with some jhatkas and matkas all without her knowledge. I hate the fact that she didn't understand most things I tried to explain but my dad actually did. And I hate it even more that in spite of all that there are some things I really cant tell him. I hate the fact she tells me I'm dark and then when I try to lighten my color she goes berserk about it. I hate it that she acts like she knows all about everything. And I hate that she really does!&lt;br /&gt;And as always I wonder what I can do to make her feel at least good, if not proud, about me. I've just tried to do as much as this tiny house-keeping portion of my brain can guide me to, but it always falls short of what she expects. Now why does she expect more!?! I clean the table, she says table-mats not cleaned, I clean them, she says they're not in order, I put them in order, she says glasses not cleaned, I clean that she says bottle not filled with water, I fill that up, she tells me I didn't clean it before I filled it, I do that and it's time to lay the table-mats again for the next supper! And then she signs off telling how slow I am, how I cant live if I'm this way, of how hundreds of women my age manage their houses and work so well that she feels... she feels embarrassed to say I'm her daughter?&lt;br /&gt;It just feels that no matter what I do, it's just never enough, never right and I'm just not able to meet that mark. And after one point, I just stopped trying, I quit you could say. I felt this wasn't what I was meant to be doing. And I didn't want to give my energy and heart and soul on something that was not even on the top 10 things I wanted to do in life. I don't have a top 10 but let's leave that for some other day! But yes, I felt I was wasting my time. Because I just could never please, so why even try? And that's how distant we grew. So much so that right now she's making that fish curry or fry, I'm really not sure, while I sit in front of my favorite pastime and bitch about her. Yes, I accept, I'm the most ungrateful thing that could have ever happened to her and she's the best that can ever happen to me and now I wonder again. Why did God will this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-6864254811019370810?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/6864254811019370810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=6864254811019370810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6864254811019370810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6864254811019370810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/10/whose-loss-is-it-anyways.html' title='Whose loss is it anyways?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-8167742290863260719</id><published>2010-10-02T23:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:11:09.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letting my hair down!</title><content type='html'>All my school life I have been this controlled restrained girl who loved to do the unusual stuff but never succeeded beyond dreaming about the same, because I never could pull up myself to take control of a life which I knew even then didn't fully belong to me. Weird as it might seem nothing I did was ever something I really wanted to do, but I somehow learnt to turn it around in a way that makes it fun for me. There are people in this world who say 'I am what I wanted to be'. Good for them but all the same I'll just say 'I love what I have been and what I am right now!'. Somehow I've never regretted anything that I did in my life till now and one thing I loved the most about what I've done over the years was learning to live on my own terms do my own simple things without having to much hurt those around me. To go wild, shout out at the top of my voice even if it's my office, do a small hip-hop when I'm happy, sing that jingle when I feel like it, go "woo hoo" when a cute guy smiles at me, be mean on the road, be sweet on the phone, simply, do stuff just because at that moment I feel like doing it. And yesterday I broke that control over one more factor in my life which I really ain't sure would be there for long! I somehow was able to let my guard down to the point where I went berserk doing stuff which I've seen everyone around me do! Everyday I feel it can't get better than this but each day in my life is out there to prove me wrong. And with each step to letting myself loose I find the whole horizon widening out more! Life is out-of-the-worldly amazing! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-8167742290863260719?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/8167742290863260719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=8167742290863260719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8167742290863260719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8167742290863260719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/10/letting-my-hair-down.html' title='Letting my hair down!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4961276084763614243</id><published>2010-08-22T16:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:50:20.300+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Just looking..</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning 09.45 am: Concluding the Church service the priest makes announcements along with his comments on how his parishers should handle their spiritual life. The girl, her usual restless self, searches for any unfamiliar face in the family of familiar faces. And that's when she sees him. Indifferent to what was happening around him and despite all the annoyed stares cast on someone who defies the norms, the boy sits along the corridor parapet, musing over something. She shrinks her brows, turns to her mom and whispers something. And while the priest was teaching his people how to behave in the church the mom leans forward to give the boy a moment of her time. She lets out a comment and grins to add on. The girl giggles and they both go return back to the priest's discourse.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later 09.50 am: The priest repeats his stuff over and over again like a broken record and the girl loses interest. She turns back to the other side scans through the crowd and in the course through the window sees the guy again, only this time he looks up at the same instant and their eyes lock, for that brief second. He smirks, she frowns and turns back to face the altar.&lt;br /&gt;Further down 09:55 am: "Now why the hell was he looking at me?" and the girl turns back to see if that eyes are still looking and truly enough there they are, the smirk now turning to a smile, more like one from amusement. The girl gets more annoyed and turns back and they both get to their own worlds, probably never to meet again.&lt;br /&gt;Something I've experienced so many times and felt so amused about. The fact that one look in which both parties for that second lock eyes soon turns to be one where the stares continue maybe with each one trying to see if the other is still looking. Now that is how it starts always. You walk on the street looking here and there, at buildings, at animals and of course at people. But at some moment if the person your eyes chanced upon also chanced upon you, there comes the crux. You start thinking why he was 'staring' at you(of course you forget you were 'looking' at him too). It's funny how when you look it's just a look and when they do it's a stare. Then you wonder if he is 'staring' at you right now. And you turn back. At the same time this person might have thought the same thing and he turns back too. There you go. Both look/stare again! And this goes on and on and on, till you are out of sight! It mainly humors me to know that if this was taken forward with a 'hi' with regular conversations and finally a relationship people would actually be calling that first look as "love at first sight". And I start counting how many of those I have already missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4961276084763614243?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4961276084763614243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4961276084763614243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4961276084763614243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4961276084763614243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='Just looking..'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-6818473364787076123</id><published>2010-08-12T21:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:56:36.795+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And He was there..</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be proud of what I am,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To never lose hope come what may be,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To never cry out aloud.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He joked, he laughed, chided and smirked,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Always there when I needed him most.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can never say thanks in enough terms,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To that first love my self had found.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When life is down and going wrong &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I think I’ve faltered all and all,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I have no one for miles beyond,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All I need to do is just stretch out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And there he’ll be just at hand’s reach&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make me smile, to make my day,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To sing and laugh in his own sweet way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To bring me back, to make me sane.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It may not mean anything to many,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A simple song that's no more a melody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But deep down I know in all those days,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was always there, all ready to care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-6818473364787076123?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/6818473364787076123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=6818473364787076123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6818473364787076123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6818473364787076123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-he-was-there.html' title='And He was there..'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226379384643753101.post-2942331252272321736</id><published>2010-06-30T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:47:28.314+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Bidding Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I never knew it would be so difficult to leave, especially when I had been in it just for a year. To say goodbye to a city though I was never in love with it and was waiting to get out. But as I pack up my bags and get ready to bid adieu a string inside pulls me back, makes me wanna stay a few minutes longer, a few moments more. I might never get the attention that I always got here, not the care that all around me showered upon me, because now as I leave this town I'm a year older, a little more mature than how I was when I first stepped in. Then it was all a wonder, those big 747's, the never ending corridors of Frankfurt, the huge glass buildings, cubicles where I could sleep in, the white lady who softly melted on my fingertips, speeding cars, amazing drives on the winding Interstates, displays that tricked to shop even if I dropped, the deals I checked online, the weather alerts on my desktop, maps i consulted on every travel. I could go on and on. On wonders this country offered me. It was different totally and it should be. I was 8800 miles away from my birthplace and on the other side of the world where the sun sets only at 9 at night but makes sure to rise at 5 every day. I was in a different sphere altogether and I enjoyed the changes it brought with it. I loved the attention I got here, the smiles on everyone's face, the tidings I received even from strangers, the life in each and every individual. So when I leave it all to go back home, while one part of me smiles at the thought of the chaats back home, the other weeps silently for having to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-2942331252272321736?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2942331252272321736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=2942331252272321736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2942331252272321736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2942331252272321736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/06/bidding-goodbye.html' title='Bidding Goodbye'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-5476634995349242973</id><published>2010-06-19T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:55:53.221+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Usure poguthey Usure poguthey..</title><content type='html'>One man's fall from infalliabilty. Another man's love in the midst of his robin hood life which leads to his downfall. One woman's boldness to look at hatred in the eye and turn it into love. A village's love for its redeemer in spite of his appearance to the outside so-called constitutional society. A sister's love for her brother which forces her to give up her honor. A brother's love for his sister which fuels his anger to take revenge for the blood she shed. The cunningness of a husband to manipulate his wife thus leading him to his prey. The movie showed what I always believed in. Imperfection in the perfect man and a handful of sincerity in the notorious one. The defiance of a wife against the mistrust of her husband. The love which was ready to let go just for the other to be happy. A modern version of an age old epic. The way it would have occurred had the characters existed today. Or it could have easily been a different angle on the most-heard about story in Indian mythology. The view from the villain's stand. The fall of the God. The same old good vs evil fight but this time the balances are swinging so vigorously that you will never have an idea as to which side was good and which side evil. Hats off to the genius for making another epic in his journey towards making meaningful cinema. This may be treated differently by people from different walks, but his Genius has just become stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-5476634995349242973?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5476634995349242973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=5476634995349242973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5476634995349242973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5476634995349242973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/06/usure-poguthey-usure-poguthey.html' title='Usure poguthey Usure poguthey..'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4535846016840193949</id><published>2010-06-19T12:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:16:40.404+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Raavanan - One person's deviation, one film's fall</title><content type='html'>And the song remained in my lips from thence forth. But it was not just the music that did the trick. Of course we cannot discredit Rahman with the genius he had poured into the movie. But that was not the only point that pulled me in. It was not just one genius who pulled through an awesome take on an epic that has been the folklore of India for ages, which has been entwined into the history of a country which would do anything to protect their culture, their beliefs, their Puranas. It was not a one-man show as could be seen in each detail that made sure the movie made its mark and stamped it right where it could not be not be overlooked. It was a blend of the best artists that my country had produced, a director known to have only made the best movies which were well ahead of his time, a music director who was now world renown, a cinematographer who was equally acclaimed in his field, choreographers, and of course actors old and new who delved so much into their character that the real person disappeared beneath the facade. &lt;div&gt;In such a power-filled environment a small mistake, a simple deviation from the whole would have broken the entire perfection that was build up. And this is exactly what happened in Raavanan. One man missed his act, lost his focus and delivered it wrong, at least did not deliver his perfect or his best, or even half his best, and that is where Raavanan slumped down. The entire effort had been put in with focus on 3 main protagonists and one of them slipped down, lost the chance to make his mark and pulled the entire movie down with him. There can be no comments made on how the movie would have turned out had he done his best just like the rest of them. The fact remains that he didn't and that is how the movie is now going to be viewed world-wide and everyone will feel just like most others did today. It was an awesome story but the soul was missing. And this just shows as to how much a single flaw could weaken an entire building. When the cornerstone is not set, nothing else matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4535846016840193949?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4535846016840193949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4535846016840193949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4535846016840193949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4535846016840193949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/06/raavanan-one-persons-deviation-one.html' title='Raavanan - One person&apos;s deviation, one film&apos;s fall'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-155675699322013782</id><published>2010-06-18T22:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:29:35.659+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Minutes to Ravanan</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Usure poguthey usure poguthey udhayte née konjam suzhikayile....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to karthik's voice to ARR'a music. That's how I'm doing my wait for the most hyped about movie in Indian cinema. Raavan and Raavanan releasing on June 18th world over. And lucky that I am it is releasing here too, in Denver, just an hour's drive away from me. The time difference had made sure that my Indian friends get to see it a day earlier than I did, but I'm not complaining. Well I dint even think I might get to watch it today. But as I wait I remember that day I'm gurgaon where we got to watch a Tamil movie after so long a time and how it felt, how the crowd cheered and whistled and commented, for every word that came out. How it felt like I was back home, back in chennai. And now I wonder, will it be the same here. In spite of all changes, the different culture and the rigid discipline that these seemigly have, will I be lucky enough to hear the cheers n shouts again? In Denver?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-155675699322013782?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/155675699322013782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=155675699322013782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/155675699322013782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/155675699322013782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/06/minutes-to-ravanan.html' title='Minutes to Ravanan'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-2286254179458299507</id><published>2010-06-16T02:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-16T02:25:01.754+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogging thru the iTouch</title><content type='html'>After mailing, chatting, facebook and twiterrific now I've got something else that I can try using my iTouch. Blogging. And this being my first post let me just describe how it feels to use this and express what I feel. Maybe it's more like now I don't need to switch on the comp or wait to get to office to express what I feel. I just need the net and I'm good to go, ready to put up anything I feel as and when I do it. Well it is quite different than typing something in the keyboard and my iTouch doesn't seem to make me feel awesome each time I try to type something using the skin of my fingers. Oh yes! Apple doesn't work with the finger nails or even gloved hands. It needs ur skin to make any sort of action possible on it. And adding the out of the world display n feel each moment with it makes me feel special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-2286254179458299507?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2286254179458299507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=2286254179458299507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2286254179458299507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2286254179458299507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/06/blogging-thru-itouch.html' title='Blogging thru the iTouch'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-370716434832439721</id><published>2010-06-11T03:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-11T03:57:34.304+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking back after 2 months</title><content type='html'>The last post I had written here was when I first stepped into this country, a lone girl in a foreign place, no family, no friends. Scared?? Like hell I was! With a whole 3 months ahead of me, I really didn't know what would become of me in the bargain. But I had taken the step and so had to face it. Two months down and I can say I'm still sane, which means I survived. And it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. Each day I just found something more. I could survive quite easily in new surroundings. I embrace change, though I show out that I hate it, I could adjust to a new place, new people and totally new environment without much ado! I was bored in the beginning, but then I kept myself busy, so much so I don't have time for myself now. I learnt new stuff, saw quite a few changes in me(though I still am the unpunctual,Miss Procrastination) and opened my eyes more to the wonders the village I was in beheld. I found people who were so ready to help me out each time I needed it, that most times I never knew how I got so lucky. Whether to drop me home, get me great home cooked food, give a ride to the airport or even a small shopping endeavor. I had company for everything which made sure I was never lonely or out on my own. I opened doors to a whole set of new exercises I would never have had the chance to try back home, be it dance or yoga. I never missed the television because my ever-willing-to-help roomie gave me a free Netflix card to keep me busy for the entire time that I would be here.  Maybe I just got lucky! I just had too much help that let me settle in here. But I do know that its always the first time that's the most difficult. And it feels nice to have made it. Now as I look back, I see a different me going back home, hopefully for the better. Next time I hope they send me Europe. :D &lt;div&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/6226379384643753101-370716434832439721?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/370716434832439721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=370716434832439721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/370716434832439721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/370716434832439721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-back-after-2-months.html' title='Looking back after 2 months'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-6813431017945332553</id><published>2010-04-11T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-14T01:16:29.088+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>My first step into the New World</title><content type='html'>I had been here before, same project, same client. I could say I knew most stuff about this city in and out. I had traveled from the east to the west coast, up north to down south, done a road trip, met a minor accident, got caught with cops, lost my senses, played tennis in temperatures as low as -10C, went walking during a winter storm, drove a dodge avenger on the roads of Detroit, felt the rain on New York Streets, the wind in Chicago and sea breeze in San Francisco. Of course there was a major part of the country I had not set foot into but the fact remained. I was as at ease taking a metro in NYC as I was doing the same in Delhi. &lt;div&gt;And still in spite of all the familiarity when I was told to come all the way here again, but on my own, it did make me reconsider, wonder whether I need to do this, whether I need to come all this way on my own. It's the safest place in the US of A, that's what many said, nothing to fear especially since I knew the people I'd be working with, I knew the routes and  knew where to get what. But in spite of it all, staying for three months in the quietest place I had ever seen, with no friends and so far away from home? Now that was a question I had to ponder for long. And when I finally had been done with all my confusions, I decided to plunge into it, because I had always been the one ready to move out, explore new things and find out how more beautiful the world could be. I wanted to see how these mountains looked without the white paint on them. I wanted to walk on those streets without any winter jackets on. But most important, I wanted to gain the confidence that I could survive in a foreign land all on my own. I wanted to reassure myself that if I could travel half the world away from home and still enjoy, I could do anything in this world. I was independent, I was free, I was the girl I wanted to be. And though the fears inside me are still trying to pull me down I could lift myself up from them, show out that I was strong despite all the weakness within me, that I was here to win against all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-6813431017945332553?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/6813431017945332553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=6813431017945332553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6813431017945332553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6813431017945332553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-first-step-into-new-world.html' title='My first step into the New World'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4873193401152789543</id><published>2010-03-19T15:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:28:26.946+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Like never before and guess never after</title><content type='html'>When i stepped out of my car in front of nuts n spices, little did i know what was awaiting us. Scared to park the car on the road for fear of it being noticed i stepped into her house to change my formal wear into something interesting. Amidst approvals from Miss Bewafa and Miss What's In, I made myself presentable and finally zoomed past the busy roads to our next destination. There was awaiting another car to take us to our destination or should I say destinations? From one end of the city we travel to the other end, whether it was to buy water or stationary. And then the first cake was cut on the side of a beach just like I always wanted. Maybe it would have been beautiful a lil more into the waters, but then still the same. I had a birthday buddy, sharing my same day but born a few years before and we reveled in all the attention we got. The journey later on was like on a travel through the clouds. The voices only got more nonsensical, the music louder, and the car faster. We don't remember how we got back to the place that we started, but we did know that the many destinations that we set foot on during the course of it. And whether i remember it or not, the pictures are there to remind me, of the freakishness that was last night. The globe that I dropped on the table, surprise being broken, "So are u really surprised?" asked for the nth time, 7 people in one car, non-blondes in a non-tinted car, the malliga-saaman list to "Mom"(He has a cool mother macha!), the 8 min and 8 month controversies, puking, puking and more puking, dancing with unknowns, unseens and the final kuthu for our kudumba kuthuvillakku. I now think how better could it have got, and I know it just couldn't get any better. When I woke up in the morning with a heavy weight on my head, I knew I had reached the limit. I had achieved it all and there was nothing more to it. I was finally over 23 and loving each moment. Looking back the year had been a first for so much in my life. So many ups and downs and confusions by the million. There was so much laughter as there were tears, so much confidence as there were fears. And I survived them all and still live today. It was the best befitting reply to a sexy, risky, ever filled with change year gone by. And it just could not have got any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4873193401152789543?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4873193401152789543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4873193401152789543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4873193401152789543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4873193401152789543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-never-before-and-guess-never-after.html' title='Like never before and guess never after'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-2351372210452979062</id><published>2010-03-19T14:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:06:17.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not just for bad times.</title><content type='html'>I loved writing. And especially more on paper than typing it down. Maybe I just loved seeing my handwriting on paper. But then it was an outlet for my feelings, more so the confused ones which I felt got more light when I wrote them all down. The positive, the negative and the neutral all blended in together, not to give me solutions but at least to make my heart lighter and mind clearer. But I took up the book only when I felt sad or lost. I always had people to spend it with when I was happy. There was not a moment when I felt great and had to suppress it within myself. So my blog never had the good things that touched. Reading it more seemed like I had only sorrows throughout leading to a wretched life, when that was just not true. I put that in because good times were shared with friends (not really Kingfisher) but the sad ones I preferred to keep it to myself and when they got too big for me, I wrote it all down. But now I feel just awesome. After what happened last night I really don't know if I can share it enough to get over it. And so here it goes. The first fun-loving post after string of sad ones. One that made me happy and a bit sad too. &lt;div&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/6226379384643753101-2351372210452979062?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2351372210452979062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=2351372210452979062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2351372210452979062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2351372210452979062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-just-for-bad-times.html' title='Not just for bad times.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3099218589953635481</id><published>2010-03-10T16:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:56:33.919+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Always there for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As I cried my heart out last night I wondered why that Messiah whom I always used to call out to suddenly left me alone. He was not there to console me as He always did, to hold me tight and tell me it would be alright, to quietly put me to sleep, to tell me He loved me more than anyone else ever could. I felt lonely, I felt lost. And taking up that cellphone I dialed the only person I could think of to pull me out this sorrow. &lt;div&gt;And he picked up the call. At 1 am in the morning when the whole world was deep in their dreams, in spite of all his weariness, he picked up my call. It was a just a hello that was needed, the feeling that my call was answered, that someone had made sure his ears were open for me, no matter what the hour is. That simple assurance was enough. He has not always been there for me, not when I wanted to tell him I got a job, when I wanted to throw a tantrum, when I simply wanted to say Hi. But he was there when I was hurt and had nowhere to turn to. And that's what I needed the most. He was older, wiser and knew relationship traumas and feelings more. He was able to sense my pain though I didn't know the words to express it in, he could feel my tears though I wasn't there before him. He knew exactly how I felt, what I thought. And with each word he said, I felt my sadness being blown away, just in a matter of some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I was wrong all along. My Messiah was there by my side. He told me whom to call when I needed it most. He knew what was best for me. And He led me to the green pastures, by the cool waters to soothe my mind as He always did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3099218589953635481?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3099218589953635481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3099218589953635481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3099218589953635481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3099218589953635481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-there-for-me.html' title='Always there for me.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4203311927292409227</id><published>2010-03-10T16:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T05:45:24.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>When a friend turns stranger.</title><content type='html'>He looked so familiar, like someone I knew back in college, and so agreed all my friends. Though I was never interested in this tall, dark, wierdo and even had moments of snubbing and shunning between ourselves, destiny willed otherwise. It brought us together in a twisted, unforseen way and we started talking. And there began a series of late night talks trying to outdo each other, sharing so much and finding a lot in common. Long walks, night outs, spending more than half or all our time together and enjoying it, loving it, living it. I had some of the best moments I could ever imagine. Or was it all just an act? Was there ever something common that tied us together? &lt;div&gt;Now when I stand at a distance looking at that same someone, I feel all those cords had been broken somehow, but how, when and where. Without even me knowing about it. Now a person I knew from head to tail, each smile, each grimace, every emotion, has suddenly turned a stranger. A stranger in a land that was always colorful only because he lived in it too. In a land that has also turned harsher and bitter to me just as he has. A land that waits for every opportunity to put me down and tell me I'm not worth a dime. I feel all so lonely in foreign place missing the one person I loved as a friend, more than a friend. But where has he gone? Why does he not understand? Or is it my fault as it always seems to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4203311927292409227?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4203311927292409227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4203311927292409227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4203311927292409227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4203311927292409227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-friend-turns-stranger.html' title='When a friend turns stranger.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4963685968016187337</id><published>2010-02-25T20:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:22:29.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The 50 days lent.</title><content type='html'>During my younger days this was just a terrible period every month when we had to say no to my favorite food items all for the love of Christ (as my mom had put it). I never knew why, what it meant, except the fear that if I didn't I probably may be cursed. Years later I did it voluntarily because I needed favors from him. I used to think that if I took this lent I would be blessed with this, that and all the worldly things I asked for. The child in me didn't know that God's love didn't work that way, and that all my blessings all through life was not because I refrained from eating animals! But because He loved me. Now that I'm past all of that, why do I still take it. Because I feel this is a reason for me to have control over stuff that he does not like. Because I know that if I can try and control it for 50 days at a stretch I can easily do that for 6 months, for a year and maybe for a lifetime. And that's the entire reason. To make me live the way He wants me to live, to follow the path He has laid out, to finally reach Him as His little princess. I'm not perfect. And I have not been able to control most things in this 10 days itself. I've lost control many times, but I'm trying. That's the whole big deal. To try and try till you succeed. After that there's no looking back. I might have understood the need for lent quite late in life. But I'm glad I did now. My needs are still selfish. It is so that I can be better. But then I'm sure now it matches with what my Lord above wants too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4963685968016187337?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4963685968016187337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4963685968016187337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4963685968016187337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4963685968016187337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2010/02/50-days-lent.html' title='The 50 days lent.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3144081157918055853</id><published>2009-12-04T04:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:18:28.668+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Losing my control, getting mean again.</title><content type='html'>There was always this mean bitch sleeping right within me. And I knew it too. Guess I never wanted it to come out, which is good. And over the years I learnt just how to control it and make it dormant, make it sleep within myself never to come out ever. It was difficult, because I had all the qualities they say a girl should never have. I was short-tempered(highly), impatient(to the max), could lie in the blink of an eye with not so much as a feeling of remorse, and could imagine and wish for the worst things to happen to anyone who crossed my line. But over the years, with the help of the Only One who comes forward when you need Him the most, no matter how much you have turned Him out of your life and hurt Him, I developed this mask of being the sweet girl that people started loving to be with. I learnt to be calm, composed, never flaring up, except if with my parents or brother. And that was alright, because they are family, and they are the only ones who stay for you till the end of time. So here I was this sweet li'l girl every person was talking about until one fine day it just blew up. I turned back to be the bitchy girl, shouting at people losing my control over all the small stuff that normally leaves me untouched. And what created this change? What made me lose my screws? May be the ones who stay with me would know better. I just learnt that the people surrounding you to have a large influence on how you turn out. Because now I can see myself use words I used to shun away from. That's why they say company matters. Even when you're old with broken teeth, company does matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3144081157918055853?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3144081157918055853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3144081157918055853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3144081157918055853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3144081157918055853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/12/losing-my-control-getting-mean-again.html' title='Losing my control, getting mean again.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4396537966280761902</id><published>2009-11-13T06:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:50:53.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Swings against the flow</title><content type='html'>Mood swings happen to all. But why is it that suddenly I feel that I am most affected. I take things much more seriously than I normally would. Is is just those hormones doing their thing again? Especially now that it is combined with the changes in the weather and a whole new country to go with it. Well, maybe it justs happens. To everyone I'm sure. It always takes time to settle down in a new place. Not that I'm gonna settle down here. But still, it's a new place, new people, far from home. You are given the benefit to get cranky sometimes. Though of course, not always. I guess I need to keep my cool, learn to get back to how I was soon enough. But still mood swings are good sometimes. You do need to take out the pressure inside you somehow. So till then. Soon I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4396537966280761902?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4396537966280761902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4396537966280761902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4396537966280761902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4396537966280761902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/11/swings-against-flow.html' title='Swings against the flow'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-1611172621460140094</id><published>2009-09-19T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:53:59.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When you just don't know!</title><content type='html'>There are some moments in life when you don't know why you're doing what you're doing. I get into such many times and at these moments I've learnt not to think, to just do what I feel at the moment. The problem is, I feel so much for it later. I think about it later and muse about it continuously till I finally get over it. Is it good? Well I don't know and that's jut it. I seriously don't know. But why do I bring myself to this point. Why don't I think about stuffs at that moment? Why did I just do what I did? Never thinking about how it will affect the others around. How much hurt they will be when they know what I've done. I didn't think then. And if it had been allowed it just could have reached the point of no return. Like that! What am I even thinking?  In clearer terms, why don't I even think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-1611172621460140094?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1611172621460140094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=1611172621460140094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1611172621460140094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1611172621460140094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-you-just-dont-know.html' title='When you just don&apos;t know!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-5517740005863454591</id><published>2009-09-04T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:39:19.320+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Make up after a Break up</title><content type='html'>Why do people even fight? That was a question I always used to wonder. Every time I see close friends fighting it out I used to wonder, 'How the hell do they fight knowing each other so well' and the next minute even before you go to solve it out they are back again, as if nothing at all happened. And you end up being a fool for even having poked your nose into that muddle. And I learnt that when two people have a problem, the best thing to do is act dumb about it. Cos at the end they do make up. After all in spite of all the differences and the stupid fights, they are meant to be together. And if you actually take close look at these you might understand that's actually needed, sometimes to strengthen the relationship, sometimes to pep it up and sometimes maybe cos God does not want them to be more close than he is. Plain jealousy huh? Seems funny, but then life itself is! So back to what I had started out on. I don't know much about people getting closer after a fight. But I've seen lots of people who were close getting into a fight. I guess the emotions and expectations just get too high then. I remember my first fight at the age of 3 with my then best friend. Now it might seem a stupid as it did then to my parents. But being the stubborn girl I was, my parents had to literally drag me to this girl's house just to ask a simple sorry. I had broken her earring and I was too embarrassed to even look at her. But I'll never forget the innocent joy she exhibited on seeing me there and even lifted me up unable to control it. That's what happens when you're kids. You break up and make up so easily with just one word or sometimes with just a smile! I can see fights growing with each passing year and the different ways in which they were solved, the intricacy just increasing with the passing years. Many times it just needed a sorry that I didn't say. At other times it needed a full explanation, and sometimes just a opening up. Whatever it is, I'm learning lots on the way. It's never too late to make up but still why wait till its late?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-5517740005863454591?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5517740005863454591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=5517740005863454591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5517740005863454591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5517740005863454591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-up-after-break-up.html' title='Make up after a Break up'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-12075588269991120</id><published>2009-08-29T22:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:18:10.554+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Bad time for Common Cold</title><content type='html'>And that is just now! What with all the news of swine flu on the run, one sneeze and the entire population stare at you like you just killed someone! I just experienced that right now and I can't say how it feels. you should be there to know it all. To my bad luck I got the cold at the wrong time(yday), in the wrong place(bangalore) and sneezed in the wrong environment(railway station). With all and sundry already with masks across their noses, I could sense the apprehension when I so simple as said 'acchoooooo' right there. Already common cold has its own irritation, and on top of it now you would have to bear with the cold stares from people rather than sympathy that this malady formerly generated. So much for just a sneeze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-12075588269991120?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/12075588269991120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=12075588269991120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/12075588269991120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/12075588269991120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-time-for-common-cold.html' title='Bad time for Common Cold'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-8805265411110173092</id><published>2009-08-24T18:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:13:33.894+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Hogging hogging and more hogging!</title><content type='html'>Home for four days and all I've done is hog food like there's not gonna be a tomorrow. Breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner. I've had the best that could ever be got following a full course meal starting with the cruncher and ending with a pudding. Fish, chicken, beef, mutton. Name it and its all there on the table, waiting to be devoured upon. And I'm scared of getting back to work tomorrow cos I know I will be frowning at all things on the plate. Who will not after being in luxury for so long. My parents and relatives are spoiling me dead. And not I expect the best of everything. Oh that fried fish with sauce...hmmmmm!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-8805265411110173092?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/8805265411110173092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=8805265411110173092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8805265411110173092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8805265411110173092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/08/hogging-hogging-and-more-hogging.html' title='Hogging hogging and more hogging!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7116498227422101810</id><published>2009-08-17T18:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T05:50:32.781+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>The long-awaited Marriage.</title><content type='html'>The last time I remember getting so excited for a mariage was for Benita's, over two years back. And then too it had nothing to do with clothes and stuff. I was just excited to go to Kerala and meet my cousins and spend time with them. But this time it seems more than that. For those who have not much idea, most marriages in India are like a festival. But a christian wedding, especially a Malayalee christian's is the most simple among all in the country. In sipte of it we look forward to it and have so many plans going into it, then just imagine the rest of the sects! And this is like that of a guy who I literally grew up with. Though over the years we went our separate ways, there was a time when he was someone I loved a lot, adored to the hilt. And he is finally getting married. And well from getting my sari to deciding which hairstyle to sport I'm like meticulously planning each detail, making sure it's the best. Of course he bought me a sari, but the rest of the choices are mine and I want it to match the sari's style. So how will I look on the D-day, how on the previous dinner. Getting compliments is something all like. Can I be left behind!? It was when my mom joined me in making sure I chose the best to wear that I understood. The excitement is infectious and not just limited to the younger generation. The most awaited event in the Broadway church, Chennai. A marriage is not just a family event in our church. Especially not when the people involved are like deep integrated within the church. And the countdown begins here. 5 days to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7116498227422101810?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7116498227422101810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7116498227422101810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7116498227422101810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7116498227422101810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='The long-awaited Marriage.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-1895483154467166746</id><published>2009-08-16T15:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:35:07.268+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>When someone misses you...</title><content type='html'>It's not always that people tell me they miss. Or should I put it like, People tell me they miss me and they mean it! But yes. Last night when I got this message from someone I thought was just considering me as another person in his life, I seriously didn't know how to react. Especially when just the previous day I had felt all lost and lonely in this big bad world. But finally I just smiled. A smile that was eluding me for over many hours. A smile after long hours of sleeplessness and tears. Just a small tiny message can have so much effect and well I really felt special. I've always wanted to know if I make a difference to any person's life. If my absence will ever be of effect. And when someone actually tells you that they miss you, you know how much they mean!! I felt and I loved it. It made me feel worth living. It made me finally understand that being myself is just the best thing I could ever do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-1895483154467166746?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1895483154467166746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=1895483154467166746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1895483154467166746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1895483154467166746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-someone-misses-you.html' title='When someone misses you...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-2919364841337320171</id><published>2009-08-15T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:41:37.815+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Another indepenedence day</title><content type='html'>Seems like just another day. But no it is an important day in every Indian's life. It is our independence day. Something for which our forefathers gave their lives and fought every second. Just so that we could enjoy the freedom which they were not entitled to. And yet its all lost on us. You have programs on TV, people hoisting flags, but the importance is just not the same. For most it's another holiday. For those who still have work its just another day. I remember looking forward to this day when in school just cos it meant a day off on a weekday. And then I slowly remember getting the patriotism when watching "Roja", the most famous movie of those times, and of course during a cricket match. But then was that  that was to be for an independence day. No one will ever know the true meaning, and so no one can even say which is the true spirit. After all we were all born well into the independent India era, not even in the least way affected. Every thing we do will not be enough gratitude for our ancestors. But a simple thought might be good too. Learn to respect the freedom you've gained. Learn to value it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-2919364841337320171?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2919364841337320171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=2919364841337320171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2919364841337320171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2919364841337320171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-indepenedence-day.html' title='Another indepenedence day'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7347406028770470607</id><published>2009-08-12T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:02:11.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not really jobless</title><content type='html'>Hey. I'm back again after longggg. And ya really long. But then I'm not actually jobless now. have loads to do on my kitty. But I just wanted to make some time out. Just for me. And when I finally put up this blog page on twitter I remember that I better come in and check it at least now. The last entry I wrote here was months back. So here's one so that they don't chuck me out of this community. not that they would Hell!! I was a valuable blogger. Anyways. That's it for now. Let me see if I can make more time when I get back home this weekend. Till then Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7347406028770470607?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7347406028770470607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7347406028770470607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7347406028770470607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7347406028770470607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-really-jobless.html' title='Not really jobless'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-8688323473329431483</id><published>2009-05-11T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:35:36.415+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Staying Away..Being Independent..</title><content type='html'>I believe everyone should live away from their parents for few days, especially before their mid 20's get over. Because it's only then that you understand where true love and concern lies. When you stay with them though you do understand, you don't fully gt to grasp what you are enjoying. Which can be seen when you finally leave them and settle on your own. The you'll know how much you've taken for granted in these numerous. The constant care you get from their side will be much more than all the tit-bits that you get from all around you. And you'll be able to experience it first hand. You'll see that you may expect a lot of things from the many people around, but the only one who exceeds all your wildest expectations will be your parents. In their own sweet way which will beat all comparisons they triumph. And then you understand why parents are equalled to God in many places. Why this relationship is given more importance than any other the world over. After all be thankful that there are still relationships in the world that don't require you to stretch out your hand to revel them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-8688323473329431483?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/8688323473329431483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=8688323473329431483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8688323473329431483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8688323473329431483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/05/staying-awaybeing-independent.html' title='Staying Away..Being Independent..'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-32859755966417602</id><published>2009-05-09T07:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:23:00.899+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Getting back home</title><content type='html'>Well its a lovely feeling and though I'm like doing it every now and then in recent days, each day I get back the feeling is the same. Of being back to the place where I took my first step, where I made my first friends, which provided me all the good things in my life and always there to console me during my bad times. Well, why won't I feel nostalgic. After all it's my hometown. And it not only drives me crazy each time I step here. It makes me feel wanted, adored, welcomed with more and more warmth(literally too!!) every day. Getting back home is always amazing. And its different each time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-32859755966417602?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/32859755966417602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=32859755966417602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/32859755966417602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/32859755966417602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-back-home.html' title='Getting back home'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7980991153116619634</id><published>2009-05-07T10:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:50:58.291+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Are women the only reason?</title><content type='html'>Is it always women who are the reason for a break-up? Is it just us who don't understand what love is all about, what feelings are all about? People say that women don't understand, they don't feel in love, they are not true. If they don't know what love is all about, how can they love their children. their husband, their parents, their family. Is that not love also? Is it just that intimate feeling that two people of the opposite sex(nowadays even same sex) feel for each other that's love. Not anything else. And every time a break-up occurs, how is it that the girls are blamed. 's always the guys who are true, staying till the end. And the girl who cheats. Does she really cheat? How come most people just don't understand. The girl, when she makes a decision, doesn't think only about herself. She places her family, her friends before herself, her own happiness. And that is why in many cases you see that the girl goes off, in such cases, the main reason being due to her parents, her family whom she always gives top priority. Is it wrong? Maybe to the wronged party, but not for her family. She's upheld their name, not let them down in front of the society, which is ready to point out such faults quickly. She is selfless, she is self-sacrificing and that is why she is a woman. Sweetly taking up all the you give her without a word of protest, ready to give up all that she's ever lived for and loved for, for smiles on the people around her. The more you blame her the more you'll love her. Well, that is a gift no other creation has got. She is God's favorite jewel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7980991153116619634?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7980991153116619634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7980991153116619634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7980991153116619634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7980991153116619634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-women-only-reason.html' title='Are women the only reason?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3369581903707984581</id><published>2009-05-06T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T05:48:00.115+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Why fall in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are times I wonder why people even fall in love. And how come once they fall in even when they find it getting beyond their limit they manage to stand and hold on. All this inspite of them knowing that they are very much unhappy in the relationship that they are in. Or is it that all relationships are quite as difficult? Fighting over simple matters, creating havoc in the other person's mind, spoiling the day for both the parties, tears unlimited on each side and then falling in love all over again. Sounds nice when verbally uttered as in all cases. After all its easy to say when we are not involved and only looking at it from a distance. But then what about those who are into it. Are those few minutes of pleasure worth the hours of constant fights? Questions galore. Maybe easy for me to ask, because I've just not fallen in love!! How will someone who hasn't known the depth a relationship holds ever have knowledge enough to comment about it? But still the more I think about it I wonder if I would have ever been able to handle all this. Well, maybe that's why I'm not in love!&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/6226379384643753101-3369581903707984581?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3369581903707984581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3369581903707984581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3369581903707984581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3369581903707984581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-fall-in-love.html' title='Why fall in love?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3693930720813010948</id><published>2009-05-05T11:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:12:38.387+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Whiling away time when it comes</title><content type='html'>Three months of slogging hard trying to make sure you are in your job. And then sitting simply put for the next three months..!! Oh yes! I've experienced all that and more. In some ways it does remind me of college. There were days in which we used to laze around so much with absolutely nothing to do. And then the exams set in and 24 hours is not enough in a day. And then i decide I need to do some useful work when I have the time. Only to lose interest when the time actually comes. I'm back doing nothing at all with lots of time on hand! Well that's life, or more apt to say, that's how yours truly works..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3693930720813010948?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3693930720813010948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3693930720813010948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3693930720813010948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3693930720813010948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/05/whiling-away-time-when-it-comes.html' title='Whiling away time when it comes'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-371929844537918025</id><published>2009-05-04T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:06:41.640+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Back Again..Not sure if with a Bang..!!!</title><content type='html'>Seven months is quite a long time. And I don't know how much I have missed out in this time. But now that I have come back. It just shows that i missed this entire portion of my life. Ive been here since the start of last year, penning down each feeling I had every time I have it. And the past months without having an outlet to set it all out,  know I did miss this a lot. Blogging can never be just that. Its what I would call a public diary. A place where I come and publish to the world what I feel, what I care about, what makes me ME. And Im back here, to do it, all over again if the need be, but to do what i love the most, writing. After all im a born blogger!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/ic/make.jsp?tid=Beach" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-img1.imagechef.com/w/090503/samp3ab150b260feeb98.jpg" alt="Beach custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more - ImageChef.com" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-371929844537918025?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/371929844537918025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=371929844537918025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/371929844537918025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/371929844537918025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-againnot-sure-if-with-bang.html' title='Back Again..Not sure if with a Bang..!!!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-6124215570398949285</id><published>2008-10-09T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:10:27.762+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Email Marketing</title><content type='html'>Wondered how to attract new prospects and to build a strong bond with the customers? &lt;a href="http://www.bigresponse.com.au"&gt;Email marketing&lt;/a&gt; is the best possible way to do it. Sending e-mails, newsletters, promotions etc to the customers on a regular basis will help on buildong a strong customer relationship. Do you wish to be an E-mail Marketing Expert? Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/46lqt3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigresponse.Com.Au brings up the first email marketing software exclusively for the Aussies. The utilities of this software includes easy creation and sending of emails for the customers, managing contact lists of the customers, tracking up of profitable email campaigns and auto responder service to send timely response messages to the customers automatically helping in bulding a loyal unbreakable relationship with them. Most of all one could avail suggestions and advice from a Sydney based team of Email Marketing experts to help them out through their problems and to develop their business. So now you are an Email Marketing Expert.. Thanks to Bigresponse.com!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-6124215570398949285?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/6124215570398949285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=6124215570398949285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6124215570398949285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6124215570398949285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/email-marketing.html' title='Email Marketing'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3157466921093288897</id><published>2008-10-09T19:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:49:57.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vaaranam Aayiram - A pleasing composition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SO4hDKqA_hI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Og_yIFohNU8/s1600-h/varanam-aayiram.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SO4hDKqA_hI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Og_yIFohNU8/s320/varanam-aayiram.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255174153471852050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SO4hDUP0BsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/csCZJClxvBI/s1600-h/vaaranam-aayiram-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SO4hDUP0BsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/csCZJClxvBI/s320/vaaranam-aayiram-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255174156046304962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaarnam Aayiram, the much expected tamil movie, directed by Gautham Menon starring Surya, Sameera Reddy, Divya, and Simran is all set to hit the screens on Oct 28. The much awaited audio songs of the movie released recently has been the buzz amongst the youngsters now. Harris Jeyaraj, a trusted partner of Gautham has composed seven songs for the movie. The movie is supposed to portray the life journey of a person, and the songs are no less ironical to the story line. The songs are quite simple and they do please us quite easily on listening a few times. Gautham - Harris combo has undoubtedly worked magic again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due credit should be given to lyricist Thamarai for having penned the feelings of an youngster,a lover and a man who has lost his love in the best possible manner. Its the lyrics that make you like these sings even more. The song that almost catches you the first time is 'Nenjukkul Peidhidum Maamazhai' sung beautifully by Hariharan. This song is in a male perspective, depicting the feelings of a man in love describing the impact of his lover in him. An in a most pleasing manner the songs starts with guitar note that quite touches you. 'Mundhinam Paarthene' another pleasing number depicting the feel of a guy who has fallen in love. The mouth organ piece that goes along with the tune of the song at the end of the song keeps lingering in the ears even after switching to the next track. 'Adiye Kolluthe' a youthful energetic rock number, starts of extremely well with some rocking guitar music and is quite an appealing number sung by Krish, Benny and Shruthi Haasan (though Shruthi seems to pronounce in a rockkish style).'Ava enna',a song with quite a difference to all the previous songs, is a slow song of the gaana style that portrays the grieve of a man who has lost his lover. It seems to get close to ones heart after a few times of listening. Karthik's voice is the biggest plus for the song. 'Yethi yethi'another youthful song, seems to be the introduction song is fast and likeable too. 'Anal Mele' sung by Sudha Ragunathan comes as another surprise which is classical and the feel of the song easily touches the listener. 'Oh Shanthi' carries the theme of the movie sung beautifully by S.P.B.Charan and Clinton. This theme comes up in Nenjathil peidhidum song too but in a different tempo. Both of them are excellent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do these songs do to the movie??? They have worked quite well in increasing the expectation for the movie. The songs live up to the expectation and could well prove to be a big plus for the movie. Hope the movie lives up to the expectation too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3157466921093288897?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3157466921093288897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3157466921093288897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3157466921093288897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3157466921093288897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/vaaranam-aayiram-pleasing-composition.html' title='Vaaranam Aayiram - A pleasing composition!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SO4hDKqA_hI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Og_yIFohNU8/s72-c/varanam-aayiram.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226379384643753101.post-1731695285082604264</id><published>2008-10-09T00:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:32:13.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stuck up with Bad credits??</title><content type='html'>Are you one amongst those stuck up with bad credit history?? Worried as to how you are gonna make up for those?? This one is for undoubtedly for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know about credit cards which could assist you in turning around your financial situation??? About the home loans, auto loans and personal loans that could help you sort your bad credit and build a positive credit?? Wish to get enlightened about the credit reports of major credit card ??? Are you dying to get proper counselling on rebuilding your credit??? Could you believe that one web site offers you all these? Shake yourselves up, it is reality. You are one click away from the solution.&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/457ehm" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BadCreditOffers.Com provides each of these solutions. The key data regarding &lt;a href="http://www.badcreditoffers.com/"&gt;bad credit credit cards&lt;/a&gt; of various service providers, their rankings, their interest rates, and what not??? Credit counselling available in this website is the best of the lot helping people out. Bugged up with the procedures of getting a new card? This site helps you out in that aspect too, providing links to online application for each of these credit cards,not only helping you decide on the best of the lot but also providing you an easy way to avail those cards. People working hard to get your credits back on track, this is the best place to help you out. Avail it to boost your credit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-1731695285082604264?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1731695285082604264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=1731695285082604264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1731695285082604264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1731695285082604264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuck-up-with-bad-credits.html' title='Stuck up with Bad credits??'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-1235447783674305594</id><published>2008-10-08T00:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:21:50.502+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So Far... Yet so near...</title><content type='html'>In the days when outsourcing is at its peak, Most software engineers have started moving over to the United States. A bulk of the Indian population have settled down in the Gulf too, leaving behind their families and predecessors in their homeland. Does this distance affect their love for their families??? Not really... But how do they feel at home on a festive occasion, or say when their family is celebrating a feast??? Internet chats?? Well its quite difficult to sit with the system waiting for the delayed voice to reach them. ISD calls??? Their heavy costs have made it quite difficult for everyone to afford. So how else??? &lt;a href="http://www.getmecallingcards.com"&gt;Phone card&lt;/a&gt; could take you all the way through to your home. These cards are quite simple to avail and most of all they are independent of the service providers and cellular services. So now, Ram in the States can celebrate Diwali with his family in India and Raheem in Dubai can convey his Ramzan wishes to his relatives in India using &lt;a href="http://www.getmecallingcards.com/India_calling_cards.html page"&gt;India calling cards&lt;/a&gt; at a low cost. This provides a cost effective means of connecting with loved ones separated by boundaries. The payment scheme is quite simple using the credit/debit cards and its totally secure. One might even register his/her phone to get rid of having to remember the PIN number. The &lt;a href="http://www.getmecallingcards.com/world_wide_calling.html"&gt;World wide calling cards&lt;/a&gt; available at GetMeCallingCards.Com enable connecting to 151 countries around the globe. What are you waiting for?? Go get your card and reach out your loved ones... No distance is far now I guess... Feel at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-1235447783674305594?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1235447783674305594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=1235447783674305594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1235447783674305594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1235447783674305594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-far-yet-so-near.html' title='So Far... Yet so near...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-989275015367017784</id><published>2008-10-07T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:22:20.562+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Dada decides to hang up his boots...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SOutoU_cjyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/7LGyust2ZeA/s1600-h/94548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SOutoU_cjyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/7LGyust2ZeA/s320/94548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254484298599010082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a day after I had written a post expecting a strong comeback from Dada, he has decided the other way around. On unusual circumstances, Dada had a press meet today and after having answered the questions of the reporters for about 15 mins, just when the meet about to be over Sourav informed the reporters that he has another information to share and that's about his retirement. The news is almost a shock for his fans who had celebrated his comeback a few days ago. Sourav has given himself four test matches to end his blistering career on a high. One can expect him to go out there and enjoy his final moments in the field against the Aussies and let his bat do the talking. The decision comes up as a result of the continuous pressure that the BCCI had been thrusting on him for the past few years. Sourav feels he'll be having a pressure free life out of cricket. True to the core. Am totally against BCCI ill treating the most senior players who have kept up the name of our country high in the World arena. Hope this be the last of such occasion and me like most of the people out there feel, the man doesn deserve such an end to an era which marked the major essential changes in Indian Cricket, most of all showed Indian cricket the Winning way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sourav, the most dynamic captains of Indian cricket, has served Indian cricket for almost 14 yrs and its time to celebrate the career that revolutionised Indian cricket. I take up this opportunity to let my thoughts go back to the high points of Dada s career in the upcoming days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Salute U DADA.... You are a Legend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-989275015367017784?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/989275015367017784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=989275015367017784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/989275015367017784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/989275015367017784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/dada-decides-to-hang-up-his-boots.html' title='Dada decides to hang up his boots...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SOutoU_cjyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/7LGyust2ZeA/s72-c/94548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226379384643753101.post-91950254369140950</id><published>2008-10-07T07:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:47:04.428+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Explosion proof lights</title><content type='html'>Having heard so much about explosion proof lights we know how much it should bear with all the hazardous conditions in which we have placed it. Hence when we utilize such lights we should be double sure that they are compliant with the present standards for quality. A major standard in is OSHO and that is exactly what is provided here. You can see that the &lt;a href="http://www.magnalight.com/c-154-explosion-proof-lights.aspx"&gt;UL class 1, division 1 lights&lt;/a&gt; have been tested for their durability and to withstand the worst conditions all complying with the tests that OSHO requires. These can be used in locations of rugged use such as in mining quarries, refineries and other like industries. You can make sure that you're lights would be in good condition for long, with over use too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-91950254369140950?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/91950254369140950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=91950254369140950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/91950254369140950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/91950254369140950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/explosion-proof-lights.html' title='Explosion proof lights'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3378298953179848790</id><published>2008-10-07T07:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:30:23.405+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Love your job</title><content type='html'>Sometimes writing a blog may seem easy when you see from far. After all it's just sitting in one place and writing. But even that can be difficult. Ask a writer and he'll tell you how long he spends with one story. The only difference that is seen is because some people love their jobs. So they don't feel the burden, while others think of it as their duty. That's not how it should be. You should love what you do. If your don't just don't do it. Never look down upon any job. That's what I learned from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3378298953179848790?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3378298953179848790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3378298953179848790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3378298953179848790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3378298953179848790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-your-job.html' title='Love your job'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3389540250030891904</id><published>2008-10-07T03:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:55:08.289+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wish to sport a smiling face??? </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/3loetu" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile is the best quality in a person that accounts for one's attractiveness. The cleanliness and hygiene of the mouth adds to it's beauty. Why hide your smile? Use the &lt;a href="http://www.smilewarehouse.com/index.php?l=product_list&amp;c=37"&gt;oral irrigators&lt;/a&gt; to take care of your mouth and to restore your smile. Dental hygiene off late has been insisted by the Dentisits all over the world, and it forms a major part in cleanliness and healthy living. &lt;a href="http://www.smilewarehouse.com"&gt;dental hygiene product&lt;/a&gt; ensures healthy and good looking teeth. Now do u hesistate to open your mouth? Tired of using the same old brushes to brush your teeth every morning? &lt;a href="http://www.smilewarehouse.com/index.php?l=product_list&amp;c=21"&gt;electric toothbrushes&lt;/a&gt; take care of keeping teeth clean, essentially saving your hands from having to struggle every morning with the brushes. And a wide range of dental care products including whitening kits, crest strips, refills and more, all at discount prices.. Wanna know where??? Smilewarehouse, Your one stop shop for discount dental care products. Cant stop smiling..  Right???? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3389540250030891904?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3389540250030891904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3389540250030891904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3389540250030891904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3389540250030891904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/wish-to-sport-smiling-face.html' title='Wish to sport a smiling face??? '/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-1219353682199909807</id><published>2008-10-06T23:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:47:38.283+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>The Master of Comebacks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SOpfQYGukXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/oVb1Yk3wX7Q/s1600-h/92679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SOpfQYGukXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/oVb1Yk3wX7Q/s320/92679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254116650234319218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince of Kolkata, after a long speculation has been selected for the first two tests of the Border-Gavasakar trophy commencing on Oct 8. After having being left out for Irani cup tie, the chances of Ganguly getting back into seemed faint. Thanks to the new selection committee headed by Krish Srikkanth, Ganguly has now been brought back into the side. Though there is a lot of media speculation about the Voluntary retirement scheme for the senior players, the news that Ganguly is back means a lot to his fans. There have been mixed reactions to such talks throughout the nation, but Captain Anil Kumble s denial of such a scheme has ended all those speculations. Hope this is not the end of road for the 'FAB 5'of Indian Cricket. &lt;br /&gt;To get valuable match practise ahead of the series, Sourav is now in Chennai with the India A side to play against the New Zealand A side. 'When the going gets tough, the tough ones get goin' as they say, nothing least could be expected from this man who has already proved his credentials by making a strong comeback in 2006 in South Africa after being forced out of the side by Greg Chappel in 2005. This could well be a second comeback for Sourav to make it a point to the world that Its too early to write him off. Badly expecting him alongside the Fab 5 of the Indian cricket to go out there and crush the Australians... All de best DADA....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-1219353682199909807?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1219353682199909807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=1219353682199909807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1219353682199909807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1219353682199909807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/master-of-comebacks.html' title='The Master of Comebacks!!!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrFkB1ZZepo/SOpfQYGukXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/oVb1Yk3wX7Q/s72-c/92679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226379384643753101.post-6281054861225747416</id><published>2008-10-05T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:04:42.745+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PPC Management !!</title><content type='html'>When you start out a business what you need maximum for increased sales in publicity. That's the same which applies for online businesses too. In the online world, when you start a business all this publicity gets transferred to traffic. Which means the maximum traffic you have, the more popular your site becomes and the more exposure your product gets in the global market. But what triggers this high traffic. It is not easy for a novice site to gain huge traffic sales in a  short while. That is why one turns to marketing sites which enable you to do the same using their techniques such as Search Engine Optimization or &lt;a href="http://www.pepperjam.com/search/"&gt;PPC Management&lt;/a&gt; which denotes Pay-per-Click Management. Advertising by PPC is not as simple as it was sometime ago with more stringent rules coming in for having your site on the top. But you need not worry much about that since when you deal with PepperJam you are provided with professionals who are working out the best algorithms to make sure your site stays on top for all related keywords. In all such cases thus your business is given the upper-hand thus increasing your trade volume hugely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-6281054861225747416?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/6281054861225747416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=6281054861225747416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6281054861225747416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6281054861225747416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/ppc-management.html' title='PPC Management !!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-6061802869970357758</id><published>2008-10-05T23:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:41:05.787+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>The Holy Mysteries - Luminous</title><content type='html'>The next set of mysteries that constitute the Luminous is the portion in which Jesus lived on this and preached to the people. It includes his miracles and important teachings that are to be remembered forever. These are also five in number and as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baptism: John the Baptist baptizes Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wedding Of Cana: The first miracle performed by Jesus at the mariage when requestd by his Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proclamation Of The Kingdom: Jesus proclaims of his coming again and the doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Transfiguration: The appearance of Moses and Elias when Jesus goes to pray with his disciples Peter James and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Institution Of The Eucharist: The Last Supper as known to many. This is when Jesus places the Holy Eucharist before the disciples to be given to all who follow in his path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-6061802869970357758?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/6061802869970357758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=6061802869970357758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6061802869970357758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6061802869970357758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-mysteries-luminous.html' title='The Holy Mysteries - Luminous'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-631299725832790099</id><published>2008-10-05T23:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:27:02.267+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Searching for a credit card</title><content type='html'>An important entity in every person's life is the credit card. No matter what people say about the financial trouble brought by this almost no job seems complete without this and rightly so, since you can't expect someone to carry hard cash along with them when they travel or shop. And getting &lt;a href="http://www.cardhub.com/"&gt;Credit Cards&lt;/a&gt; is also not as easy as saying it. I have tried time and again by various methods to own a card and have found that these don't come easy. But then after all this I got lucky this time when I tried it online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4yolnw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point which irritates me to the hilt is spending a lot of time in getting a card. And that I avoided by doing it online. With fast processing and prompt service I was able to &lt;a href="http://www.cardhub.com/ "&gt;search for a credit card&lt;/a&gt; which suits my needs to the tee and also will make sure I don't spend more than I need to. Finding the right card is like half job done, the rest was taken care of too. I am done with the entire process within a few minutes. Now I go out shopping with no fear of exceeding my limit. I have someone to take care of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-631299725832790099?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/631299725832790099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=631299725832790099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/631299725832790099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/631299725832790099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/searching-for-credit-card.html' title='Searching for a credit card'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-9139901167806779566</id><published>2008-10-05T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:10:25.395+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>The Holy Mysteries - Joyful</title><content type='html'>Let us start with the Joyful Mysteries. This signifies the time from the appearance of Gabriel to Mother Mary right till the event of Jesus being found in the temple. It is divided as follows into five heads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Annunciation: The angel Gabriel announces to Mother Mary the good news of the birth of Jesus in her womb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Visitation: Mother Mary pays a visit to her cousin Elizabeth who was also expecting. This child was then known as the forerunner of Jesus Christ, John the Baptist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nativity: The birth of Jesus in a manger in Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Presentation: The first entry of Jesus in the temple as a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finding of Jesus: Jesus gets lost in the temple when he goes there with his parents for a feast. They then find Him there in the company of the priests and other elders of the temple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-9139901167806779566?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/9139901167806779566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=9139901167806779566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/9139901167806779566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/9139901167806779566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-mysteries-joyful.html' title='The Holy Mysteries - Joyful'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4558484527274039264</id><published>2008-10-05T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:51:50.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Online Shopping Stores</title><content type='html'>Online Shopping has revolutionized the shopping world with almost every other person channeling their searches to the Internet. And why not. It's fast, simple and no sweat involved. Imagine having to go to those big malls, walk through each store in search of your likes and end up finally with nothing in hand when you get back. There's nothing worse than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you shop online you need not face all these. Just key in your searches and you get your answers in seconds. You can choose among the variety where you can find almost all the types that are seen in the market. And you get all this sitting in a single place, at your home! But then you even need to know which are the best &lt;a href="http://www.ShopWiki.co.uk"&gt;online stores&lt;/a&gt; where you will get all that you want. This where you can address the help of ShopWiki.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a free for all site which means they include not only stores who pay for placement but also the others which are available on the Net. This means they ahve the widest reach in all products, be it in the field of Wii Games, &lt;a href="http://www.ShopWiki.co.uk/search/Playstation+3 "&gt;Playstations&lt;/a&gt; or even clothing and accessories. Have you ever wondered where to approach for that &lt;a href="http://www.ShopWiki.co.uk/search/Wii+Fit+with+Fitness+Board"&gt;Wii board&lt;/a&gt; that your son has been pestering you with. Well here's the answer. Drop in and find out all the stores that sell these wares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4558484527274039264?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4558484527274039264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4558484527274039264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4558484527274039264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4558484527274039264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/online-shopping-stores.html' title='Online Shopping Stores'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-1789247556342113958</id><published>2008-10-04T23:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:25:00.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>The Prayers of the Rosary</title><content type='html'>These are the prayers that constitute the Rosary while we go on about the prayers. The main prayer which needs to be repeated at each of the small bead(which constitutes over forty three) is the "Hail Mary" which is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail Mary, full of grace. Our Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, our Lord Jesus Christ. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at all times and at the hour of our death. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At each of the large beads(which constitute over four) is the "Our Father" which was taught by our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and glory forever and ever. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the crucifix which is the first point where the prayer starts, we start with the Nicene Creed(the shorter version) which comes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ His only Son, Our Lord; who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died and was buried. He descended into Hell; the third day He arose again from the dead; He ascended into Heaven, and is seated at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Holy Catholic Church, the communion of Saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition there are two prayers to be said before and after we start praying on the rosary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Before The Rosary: Queen of the Holy Rosary, you have designed to come to Fatima and Medjugorje, to reveal to the three shepherd children and six visionaries, the treasures of grace hidden in the Rosary. Inspire my heart with a sincere love of this devotion, in order that by meditating on the Mysteries of our Redemption which are recalled in it, I may obtain peace for the world, the conversion of sinners, and the favor which I ask of you in this Rosary (Mention your request). I ask it for the greater glory of God, for your own honor, and for the good of souls, especially for my own. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer After The Rosary: O God, whose only-begotten Son, by His life, death and resurrection, has purchased for us the rewards of eternal life; grant, we beseech Thee, that, meditating upon these mysteries of the Most Holy Rosary of the Blessed Virgin Mary, we may imitate what they contain and obtain what they promise, through the same Christ our Lord. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition after the first three Hail Mary on the small beads and after every decade we say "Glory be to the Father". Here is this prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-1789247556342113958?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1789247556342113958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=1789247556342113958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1789247556342113958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1789247556342113958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayers-of-rosary.html' title='The Prayers of the Rosary'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7661474931929248367</id><published>2008-10-04T23:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:18:26.534+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Debt Consolidation</title><content type='html'>Have you felt the weight of credit card debt piling up on you. With increase in loan values and the interests on debts it is a foolish idea to keep many loans or other debts and having to pay them up t varying interest rates. Instead you now have the option to turn to &lt;a href="http://www.fastdebtfreedomnow.com"&gt;debt consolidation&lt;/a&gt;. And what is debt consolidation? It is a new path to &lt;a href="http://www.fastdebtfreedomnow.com"&gt;debt settlement&lt;/a&gt; in which case you are allowed to take a loan to settle off all these sporadic loans you have taken to bring them all under a single head. Thus your rates all come down and thus you are able to handle your finances better. And the latest addition is to provide you with &lt;a href="http://www.fastdebtfreedomnow.com"&gt;unsecured debt consolidation&lt;/a&gt; which allows you to take the loan even in case of bad credits of lack of home ownership. Save yourself and your family from the terror that bankruptcy may bring. Move over to consolidate your debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4zbjx5" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7661474931929248367?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7661474931929248367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7661474931929248367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7661474931929248367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7661474931929248367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/debt-consolidation.html' title='Debt Consolidation'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7186368895206996136</id><published>2008-10-04T22:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:57:31.117+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Praying on the Rosary</title><content type='html'>A very spiritual thing for all Christians, the Catholics especially is the Rosary. Praying on these beads is a very important thing for all in th clan. But how many know about this chain filled with beads and a picture of the cross hanging at the end? So here it is, a small gist on what it signifies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rosary consists of beads which are grouped in tens and there are total of five such groups. Each is called as a decade and each decade represents an event or mystery in the life of Jesus. So there are four sets of Mysteries that the Rosary represents under the head of Joyful, Luminous, Sorrowful, and Glorious. These mysteries are then said on their specific days. The Apostle's Creed is said on the Crucifix; the Our Father is said on each of the Large Beads; the Hail Mary is said on each of the Small Beads; the Glory Be after the three Hail Mary's at the beginning of the Rosary, and after each decade of Small Beads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7186368895206996136?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7186368895206996136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7186368895206996136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7186368895206996136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7186368895206996136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/praying-on-rosary.html' title='Praying on the Rosary'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-5520150514160038129</id><published>2008-10-04T07:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:31:12.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Credit Card Processing</title><content type='html'>With increased buying power among the people the most favorite pastime they indulge on is shopping. Every woman loves shopping and that's been known for years. Now even men have joined the foray. But is it really possible for us to carry cash along everywhere we go. Especially with the mega purchases that most people make and on the spot splurges it's not an easy, or even wise, decision to carry cash around with you in every step. That's where credit cards come in. Almost all the major players now &lt;a href="http://www.onlinecheck.com/"&gt;accept credit cards&lt;/a&gt; in their transactions. This proves to be a boon to the customer and they also feel mush more comfortable going about their shopping sprees without the worry of whether they'll run short of cash. This improves the sales of the company and also customer satisfaction. A major reason why all businesses should have their own credit card processing facilities. Get help on retail and merchant sales now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/3urcuj" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-5520150514160038129?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5520150514160038129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=5520150514160038129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5520150514160038129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5520150514160038129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/credit-card-processing.html' title='Credit Card Processing'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-5225093454055503661</id><published>2008-10-03T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:20:46.105+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jus4Laughs'/><title type='text'>Management Woes</title><content type='html'>I'm laughing my head out for this one. It's sad, it's bad but it's true too. This is what the IT revolution has brought about in the world over especially in developing countries where they seem to be showing their dominance more with the rude jolt to their own industries. It's time the managers wake up and find out. This is not funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://in.mg50.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f1331%5fAGnbK8oAANDbSElHWgXJn2IC9Fo&amp;amp;pid=2.2&amp;amp;fid=goodshes&amp;amp;inline=1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px;" src="http://in.mg50.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f1331%5fAGnbK8oAANDbSElHWgXJn2IC9Fo&amp;amp;pid=2.2&amp;amp;fid=goodshes&amp;amp;inline=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-5225093454055503661?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5225093454055503661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=5225093454055503661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5225093454055503661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5225093454055503661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/management-woes.html' title='Management Woes'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-936054444017055101</id><published>2008-10-03T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:41:20.631+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Buy to Let  Crisis</title><content type='html'>A new wave that has swept across the real estate world is the buy-to-let system. Now what is this exactly. That is something I tried to research about, because even I had little or no idea about this entire phenomenon. I just knew that landlords were turning into buy-to-let investors. Oh so this is an investment is it? Ya sure. Buy-to-let refers to buying a piece of land, which is an investment, and the leaving it for rent or lease. So there you have the term. This is not new to the world. It has been there for years. But now with the sudden surge in the demand for rental property almost this has turned into a profitable business. And mortgage providers are cashing in on this. There are a number of companies willing to provide you &lt;a href="http://www.mortgagesforbusiness.co.uk"&gt;buy-to-let mortgage&lt;/a&gt; to enable you to benefit from this. And for the beginners know more about the deals offered through their &lt;a href="http://www.mortgagesforbusiness.co.uk/content/BuyToLet/BuyToLetGuide.aspx"&gt;buy-to-let guide&lt;/a&gt; which claims to help you with doubts you may have initially. For the rest their phone lines are open and running. Call in or log on to get complete details on the offers provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4swtsw" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-936054444017055101?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/936054444017055101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=936054444017055101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/936054444017055101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/936054444017055101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/buy-to-let-crisis.html' title='Buy to Let  Crisis'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-5354798042393996419</id><published>2008-10-03T10:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:37:58.957+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Small Joys in Life</title><content type='html'>The smile on a baby's face, the sound of water gushing out of a stream, the early morning dew, the sound of birds singing, the evening sun sinking, the green pastures, the cock crowing, the wayside flower, a simple hello. All these are simple joys we miss out every day. Recognize them and make life worth living, and more fulfilling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-5354798042393996419?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5354798042393996419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=5354798042393996419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5354798042393996419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5354798042393996419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/small-joys-in-life.html' title='Small Joys in Life'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3818298000180865981</id><published>2008-10-02T22:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:35:58.608+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Realtors in Baltimore</title><content type='html'>One point I always advise people when they go out on their search to buy new houses is that they better choose them from registered practitioners. Sometimes the buyers never know, but choosing a person who is not qualified for the job means you could be cheated in your bargain and can never claim it back. Not many might know this but just as in any other profession, the real estate business also has registration required for its realtors. In fact it would be better if you approach centers which assure you introducing you to registered people in the job. Browsing through the Net I chanced upon &lt;a href="http://realestateagents.clicksmart.com/Baltimore-Maryland-Realtors"&gt;Baltimore Realtors&lt;/a&gt; being enrolled in a certain company only once they offered to show their registration or in case they need help in this regard, it was provided. These &lt;a href="http://realestateagents.clicksmart.com/Baltimore-Maryland-Realtors"&gt;Realtors of Baltimore&lt;/a&gt; could now approach any of the sellers or buyers and lead them to a suitable bargain for both the parties. And since they were qualified enough it meant that belief in their judgement also increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4jkvno" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3818298000180865981?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3818298000180865981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3818298000180865981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3818298000180865981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3818298000180865981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/realtors-in-baltimore.html' title='Realtors in Baltimore'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4049782324065500403</id><published>2008-10-02T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:08:49.660+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Shopping Frenzy</title><content type='html'>With just days left for me to join my new job can I be blamed for starting to put up a big list specially for the days that I'll be spending there. And so here I found myself loving each moment when I was choosing among the numerous pairs of shoes and jeans and of course t-shirts that I will be sporting there in front of the entire crowd of top class professionals. Should I not look my best. Obviously! And I was doing just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4049782324065500403?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4049782324065500403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4049782324065500403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4049782324065500403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4049782324065500403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping-frenzy.html' title='Shopping Frenzy'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-2308948156114834812</id><published>2008-10-02T09:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:29:17.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Free Cell Phones for Sale!!</title><content type='html'>I'm terribly gadget crazy and I'm sure many other will share this madness along with me. It's not just a craze, it's an obsession to get the best that the electronic world can guarantee me. And topping this list are cell phones. Whenever I see the caption proclaiming &lt;a href="http://www.ifreecellphones.com"&gt;cell phones on sale&lt;/a&gt; at any store I find myself drawn into it to try out the latest arrivals. This craze would have made me bankrupt until one day my dad heard someone talk about a store giving off &lt;a href="http://www.ifreecellphones.com/cheap-cingular-phones.asp" title="free at&amp;t cell phones"&gt;free at&amp;t cell phones&lt;/a&gt;. He knew there was some catch to it but still wanted to try it out to see if at least they will be cheaper than the rest of the crowd. And so off we went to check out for ourselves on the claims given out by the store to provide us not only at&amp;t. In fact they were claiming that they could offer all the latest brand names like &lt;a href="http://www.ifreecellphones.com/cheap-t-mobile-phones.asp" title="free tmobile phones"&gt;free Tmobile phones&lt;/a&gt; and even &lt;a href="http://www.ifreecellphones.com/cheap-sprint-pcs-phones.asp" title="free sprint cell phones"&gt;free Sprint cell phones&lt;/a&gt;. Though of course I didn't believe it completely too I hoped that at least I'll be able to get a cheaper version of the many models that were available in the mobile world. But I got exactly what they had promised to get me. Now when I hold on to the present model I can't believe the rate for which I got it. And has this craze left me? Not at all. Now I'm off again to search for another model. I've just heard that if I'm lucky I may even get &lt;a href="http://www.ifreecellphones.com/cheap-verizon-wireless-phones.asp" title="free Verizon cell phones"&gt;free Verizon cell phones&lt;/a&gt;. Why worry when it's free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-2308948156114834812?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2308948156114834812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=2308948156114834812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2308948156114834812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2308948156114834812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-cell-phones-for-sale.html' title='Free Cell Phones for Sale!!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-1208267247788131903</id><published>2008-10-01T23:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:12:26.997+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>The Lord's Prayer - With a difference</title><content type='html'>This is a simple story that might not be true but nevertheless needs to be read by all. It tells of the futility of many of us saying our prayers daily without meaning a word of it and explains what God actually needs. In the story below a boy decides to end the day with the very famous prayer which our Lord taught us "Our Father". He does it in the normal way as he always does at night before going to sleep and thinks nothing of what he says. But today is no ordinary day. The Lord has come to listen to it and this is what ensues. The bold text are replies by God to what the boy prays(which is shown in normal text).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father Who Art In Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't interrupt me. I'm praying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But -- you called ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called you? No, I didn't call you. I'm praying. Our Father who art in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There -- you did it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Called ME. You said, 'Our Father who art in Heaven'. Well, here I am. What's on your mind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good, kind of like fulfilling a duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well, all right. Go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Hallowed be thy name.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hold it right there. What do you mean by that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By 'Hallowed be thy name'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means, it means . . good grief, I don't know what it means. How in the world should I know? It's just a part of the prayer....By the way, what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It means honoured, holy, wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that makes sense. I never thought about what 'hallowed' meant before. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you really mean that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What are you doing about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing? Why, nothing, I guess. I just think it would be kind of neat if you got control, of everything down here like you have up there. We're kinda in a mess down here you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes, I know; but, have I got control of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That isn't what I asked you. What about your bad temper? You've really got a problem there, you know. And then there's the way you spend your money -- all on yourself. And what about the kind of books you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hold on just a minute! Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of the rest of those people at church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse ME. I thought you were praying for my will to be done. If that is to happen,&lt;br /&gt;it will have to start with the ones who are praying for it. Like you -- for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups. Now that you mention  it, I could probably name some others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So could I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't thought about it very much until now, but I really would like to cut out some of those things. I would like to, you know, be really free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good. Now we're getting somewhere.We'll work together -- You and ME. I'm proud of You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, Lord, if you don't mind, I need to finish up here. This is taking a lot longer than it usually does. Give us this day, our daily bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You need to cut out the bread. You're overweight as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wait a minute! What is this? Here I was doing my religious duty, and all of a sudden you break in and remind me of all my hang-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Praying is a dangerous thing. You just might get what you ask for. Remember, you called ME -- and here I am. It's too late to stop now. Keep praying.....Well, go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scared? Of what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about  ...   ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I knew it! I knew you would bring her up! Why, Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories. She never paid back the money she owes me. I've sworn to get even with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But -- your prayer --What about your prayer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't -- mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well, at least you're honest. But, it's quite a load carrying around all that bitterness and resentment isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even with her. Boy, have I got some plans for her. She'll wish she had never been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you won't feel any better. You'll feel worse. Revenge isn't sweet. You know how unhappy you are -- Well, I can change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Forgive...Then, I'll forgive you; And the hate and the sin, will be Ann's problem -- not yours. You will have settled the problem as far as you are concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know, you're right. You always are. And more than I want revenge, I want to be right with You . . (sigh). All right, all right. I forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There now! Wonderful! How do you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Well, not bad. Not bad at all! In fact, I feel pretty great! You know, I don't think I'll go to bed uptight tonight. I haven't been getting much rest, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. But, you're not through with your prayer are you? Go on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all right. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good! Good! I'll do that. Just don't put yourself in a place where you can be tempted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Okay. Go ahead. Finish your prayer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you know what would bring me glory -- What would really make me happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I'd like to know. I want to please you now. I've really made a mess of things. I want to truly follow you. I can see now how great that would be.&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me . . .How do I make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU just did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-1208267247788131903?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1208267247788131903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=1208267247788131903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1208267247788131903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1208267247788131903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-simple-story-that-might-not-be.html' title='The Lord&apos;s Prayer - With a difference'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-5937075019413919123</id><published>2008-10-01T23:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:47:42.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Per Diem Attorneys</title><content type='html'>When we are faced with any sort of trouble that requires legal help to solve it, we do find ourselves stranded as to whom to approach. In case we have prior experience we will be ready with the necessary solutions to see us out of the problem, but otherwise it might even lead us to more tangles than we started out with. This is why it is always suggested to approach the right attorneys when we find the need arising. They will be able to not only understand our troubles in the first instance but will also provide a quick solution before the situation goes out of hand. At the law offices of Ilene H. Cohen all the included attorneys have huge experience within the court rooms and are licensed to provide &lt;a href="http://perdiemattorneys.com"&gt;per diem law&lt;/a&gt; service to all the 62 counties in New York. They have been given the legal permission to appear in all State and Federal courts which includes New York (Eastern &amp; Southern Districts), New Jersey District, US Court of Appeals - 2nd Circuit, US Court of Appeals - Federal Circuit, US Court of Federal Claims, US Court of Military Appeals and Supreme Court of the United States of America. Each attorney on their is highly efficient and your case will be taken care of with utmost respect for your time and need for involvement. Once an attorney is assigned to you, you will be updated daily on the work progress taken in the direction of your case. Thus you can always be in the know-how of the proceedings inside and outside the courtroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-5937075019413919123?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5937075019413919123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=5937075019413919123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5937075019413919123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5937075019413919123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/per-diem-attorneys.html' title='Per Diem Attorneys'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-6992467656744506938</id><published>2008-10-01T23:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:24:12.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>While You Were Sleeping</title><content type='html'>A pretty old movie that I still love watching. This is the story of a girl(played perfect by Sandra Bullock) who first develops a liking for a guy(Peter Gallagher) frequenting the train station where she works. He falls on the tracks one morning and she saves him only to find that he has hurt his head and so is in a coma. His relatives reach the hospital and come to the conclusion that she is his fiance and thus starts the comedy of errors erupting in a cute family background where every person gets to love the new member, including the comatose guy's brother(Bill Pullman). But trouble starts when Sandra gets attracted to the brother more and finds that she may actually be falling in love. Peter wakes up one fine day and Sandra thinks her game is up. But no! He acknowledges her, which actually confuses her even more and she finally makes up her mind on her wedding day, at the altar! This was the most hilarious portion of the movie, where each person says they don't agree to the marriage and finally all the problems are solved. Sandra aptly summarizes the movie when asked "When did you fall in Love?" with the reply "While You Were Sleeping!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-6992467656744506938?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/6992467656744506938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=6992467656744506938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6992467656744506938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6992467656744506938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/while-you-were-sleeping.html' title='While You Were Sleeping'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-8665955037486726099</id><published>2008-10-01T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:45:40.447+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Branded Phones for Free!!</title><content type='html'>When probed ahead by my sweet cousin I decided to try out this place that she had suggested for me. Claiming that it could provide cell phones for free, and that too branded ones which even included a &lt;a href="http://www.bestincellphones.com/blackberry.asp" title="Blackberry phones"&gt;free Blackberry Curve&lt;/a&gt; in its list. I would have normally brushed it aside with no mroe than a yawn if Kate had not pestered me so much. These kids always have an eye for free  stuff and they feel that its all true. After all when they hear that &lt;a href="http://www.bestincellphones.com/samsung.asp" title="free Samsung phones"&gt;free Samsung phones&lt;/a&gt; are being provided with no extra baggages will they keep quiet? That is how I found myself in front of the computer seeing if I could get at least &lt;a href="http://www.bestincellphones.com/motorola.asp" title="free Motorola phones"&gt;free Motorola phones&lt;/a&gt;. I checked into the site and my eyes first on the category for &lt;a href="http://www.bestincellphones.com/nokia.asp" title="free Nokia phones"&gt;free Nokia phones&lt;/a&gt;. I was totally taken aback by the models for which this offer was laid down. It included almost all the top ones that I had known of that I made a bet with myself that the lure of free &lt;a href="http://www.bestincellphones.com"&gt;mobile phones&lt;/a&gt; was just a cheat. But no it wasn't. As I went about choosing one and going ahead with one of their top items  found that it was all for real. As I reached the end of the procedures for procuring it I did feel like I was in a daze. I couldn't make myself believe it. I guess I did have a doubt till the package arrived home. It was only when I felt through my &lt;a href="http://www.bestincellphones.com/palmone.asp" title="free Palm Centro"&gt;free Palm Centro&lt;/a&gt; that I could confirm this had never been a dream. I had chosen the smartest way to buy my cell phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-8665955037486726099?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/8665955037486726099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=8665955037486726099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8665955037486726099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8665955037486726099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/branded-phones-for-free.html' title='Branded Phones for Free!!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-2326607395287854245</id><published>2008-10-01T12:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:50:24.537+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Those Days</title><content type='html'>I love the yonder days when I was a kid because broken limbs are easier to mend that broken hearts. A pretty good saying if you truly understand what is being said in there. And especially if you are in that stage of life where love rules the heart, mind, body and soul. It's the age where nothing else matters much, nothing as much as doing things for the person you love, making them feel special. But along with the joys comes the pain which accompanies you when misunderstandings crop up, mistakes amount up until you feel "I wish I was just a kid, That I never grew up!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-2326607395287854245?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2326607395287854245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=2326607395287854245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2326607395287854245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2326607395287854245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/10/those-days.html' title='Those Days'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-2356098528260900852</id><published>2008-10-01T08:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:14:34.514+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pay Day Loans!!</title><content type='html'>Financial crisis is creeping up in every individual's life and we can see that it is sparing no one neither the common man nor the big daddies of the business. In such cases it is best to remain safe in every dealing that you do. But then it is quite easy to say that we have to limit our expenses or tie our purse strings tighter. There are some occasions when situations get out of hand and at such times we get stranded as to whom to approach to relieve us of this mess. An age old option that people have relied on for long has been the one on &lt;a href="http://www.bestleadinglenders.com/personal-loans/"&gt;Personal Loans&lt;/a&gt;. These help us to get rid of simple economic disturbances that we face sometimes, like a high charge on a simple remodeling or a debt consolidation that we want to work out on. Another option that you are provided with is that of &lt;a href="http://www.bestleadinglenders.com/payday-loans/"&gt;Pay Day Loans&lt;/a&gt; which allows you to get rid of all those extra bills creeping up on your daily expenses or sudden emergencies in which case you find yourself days away from the next payment that you may get. And hey have you decided to get a new car? forget about the financial crisis looming outside and splurge on yourself for a while. You can chose from the wide ranges of &lt;a href="http://www.bestleadinglenders.com/auto-loans/"&gt;Car Loans&lt;/a&gt; that are available to you to make the best use of and make a style statement at home and office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-2356098528260900852?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2356098528260900852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=2356098528260900852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2356098528260900852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2356098528260900852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/09/pay-day-loans.html' title='Pay Day Loans!!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-8513737091931642600</id><published>2008-09-30T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:55:08.320+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>The most easiest job</title><content type='html'>I've understood...in just a few days of work(without cash) that the best and easiest job to do in life is to study. You never know how easy it is until you try out something else. Oh yes! I'm just re-framing the famous phrase of all times "The grass is always greener on the other side". It was so much more fun, sitting in the benches, teasing the staff as they teach, eating in class, trying to do our chores right under the professor's nose. I'm missing it now. School or college, both were fun. More so&lt;br /&gt;because I enjoyed both to the maximum. Now sitting all alone, I'm missing that blackboard, the chalk pieces, scratching on the benches, humming in boring classes, eavesdropping on my backbench mates. So many things. When will they come back. Never!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-8513737091931642600?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/8513737091931642600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=8513737091931642600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8513737091931642600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8513737091931642600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/most-easiest-job.html' title='The most easiest job'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-5952958539251999092</id><published>2008-09-30T09:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:32:55.705+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Free Virus Protection</title><content type='html'>With almost all our important work now being transferred to the computer, this is the item which holds all our documents and numerous files which may even be top secret and top priority. In all the above cases a simple mistake can ruin the entire system, but its' more often not the mistake that we need to be more wry of. It's viruses and bugs that can enter the system and eat up the important data that we have stored within it. This is the reason why your computer needs to be protected with effective Virus protection software. More often we are not ready to spend money on new products when it comes to virus protection. But here is an offer for &lt;a href="http://www.cyberdefender.com/antivirus-products/free-antivirus-software.html"&gt;Free Virus Protection&lt;/a&gt; for your system and its associated software. It can be fully believed because this comes from one among the leading providers of software security in the Web world. And once you feel you are satisfied with the product offered you can as well log onto their site and compare their price rate with that of leading players like McAfee and Symantec. You can see that you are provided the same technology for a lesser rate, in right words over 150$ would be saved by you. And all  the software that they use employ the latest cutting-edge, deals which have proved to be extremely effective against all the latest bugs which may harm your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/49ogso" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-5952958539251999092?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5952958539251999092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=5952958539251999092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5952958539251999092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5952958539251999092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/09/free-virus-protection.html' title='Free Virus Protection'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-5211404669759837809</id><published>2008-09-04T06:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:15:21.487+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jus4Laughs'/><title type='text'>Living the High Life</title><content type='html'>Problems may come but u must take it as a " ROYAL CHALLENGE "&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise people will call u an " OLD MONK "&lt;br /&gt;And stick a " BLACK LABEL " on u.&lt;br /&gt;But u must fight like " NAPOLEAN ",&lt;br /&gt;Live like a "Bagpiper",&lt;br /&gt;Strut around like a "Jhonny Walker",&lt;br /&gt;Work like "8PM",&lt;br /&gt;Think like a "Director Special",&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget the cute little "Black Dog"&lt;br /&gt;Then your life will be like the "Imperial Blue" &lt;br /&gt;And if you do all the above it will add value to your "Signature"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-5211404669759837809?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5211404669759837809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=5211404669759837809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5211404669759837809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5211404669759837809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/09/living-high-life.html' title='Living the High Life'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-5279926859407531041</id><published>2008-08-29T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:15:01.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my disclosure</title><content type='html'>This blog is a sponsored blog created or supported by a company, organization or group of organizations. This blog accepts forms of cash advertising, sponsorship, paid insertions or other forms of compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The compensation received will never influence the content, topics or posts made in this blog. All advertising is in the form of advertisements generated by a third party ad network. Those advertisements will be identified as paid advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner(s) of this blog is compensated to provide opinion on products, services, websites and various other topics. Even though the owner(s) of this blog receives compensation for our posts or advertisements, we always give our honest opinions, findings, beliefs, or experiences on those topics or products. The views and opinions expressed on this blog are purely the bloggers’ own. Any product claim, statistic, quote or other representation about a product or service should be verified with the manufacturer, provider or party in question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-5279926859407531041?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5279926859407531041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=5279926859407531041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5279926859407531041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5279926859407531041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-disclosure.html' title='my disclosure'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-2537913263598530007</id><published>2008-08-28T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:15:34.269+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><title type='text'>Htdtv contd.</title><content type='html'>Contrast ratio: This is quite simply how black the blacks are and how white the whites are. So the higher the ratio the better the image. 1:500 no thanks, 1:3,000 yes please.&lt;br /&gt;Now for a bit of personal knowledge. I have no idea wat ATSC means but QAM is Quadrature Amplitude Modulation, considered to be a very bandwidth efficient technique for modulation of signals. Really good but requiring high power to transmit the signals. They provide signals wich have very low error rate of reception. Well guess it wasnt a waste doin ECE. At least im pretty good on the communication front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-2537913263598530007?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2537913263598530007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=2537913263598530007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2537913263598530007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2537913263598530007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/htdtv-contd.html' title='Htdtv contd.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7327597355606366248</id><published>2008-08-22T21:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:32:27.514+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><title type='text'>Do u no wat HDTV means?</title><content type='html'>Have u wondered abt HDTV? Now wat is that if u ask do skip this post. But for the record I'll tell u that it means High Density TeleVision. For those who keep getting bombarded with ads about HDTV. Have u tried goin to a store wich sells these. You may find that the clerks really don't know much about them. And tho u some across one that looks interesting, u mite find description is nothing if not confusing. For example: Consider a 42-inch HD LCD set where the specifications say "a resolution of 1,920x1,080. It is compatible with 480i, 480p, 720p, 1080i, and 1080p ". Now wat does the i and p mean? Let alone the other numbers. It is said to be compatible to NTSC (recognize that ??), ATSC, and QAM (now there we go !!) And what is Media Connectivity?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I understand. So i'll let u no things as far as i hav read abt the above. I shud thank cnet for all these info.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets start with the resolutions/outputs. 480i, 480p, 720p, 1080i, and 1080p all refer to the second half (the smaller number) of the resolution, so both 1080i and 1080p would display the resolution 1,920x1,080. Now for P. vs. I. P stands for progressive and I for Interlaced. With I, the image is made up of horizontal lines, these lines are then dived by two (every other, not top and bottom) and the information for these lines is spread over two frames of the video. This saves on storage space, and makes it easier on broadcasting companies, but with decoding of the interlaced video or fast moving scenes you'll see the horizontal lines.Progressive scan on the other hand, each frame has a complete image which it displays, this more powerful hardware to display it without stutters and requires a lot more storage space, but the image is always good.&lt;br /&gt;Compatibility: NTSC refers to a technological format used by the US TV broadcaster i.e. in the UK our TV is broadcast in PAL. NTSC, is fine if one is from the USA. One need not worry about the others because everything you play will be encoded in NTSC. This is also the same for anything 'recorded' in these countries e.g. if you recorded some tv at home in the US then took the vhs tape with you to some freinds or relatives in the UK or japan it would NOT display properly if at all in their VCR, and also if you brought a vcr and/or tv with you from the USA that also would not work even if you had an adaptor for the different electrical plug that the US uses.&lt;br /&gt;Media Connectivity: is quite simply a word used to say the input jacks on the rear and side or front panels. Nowadays with HDTV's there’s a lot more connections to think about. There’s you old S-Video and RGB, these are fine for standard definition video. However for HD video you'll need to use, HDMI, Component, (VGA, DVI these two are PC connectors). HDMI is one large plug (much smaller than Scart though) this will provide the best in video quality allowing you to watch in full 1080p with any interference as it is digital. Component has 5 jacks, 2 for sound and 3 for the image, but as the signal is apologue you may pick up interference.And now for one other thing you may need to know.&lt;br /&gt;Contrast ratio: This is quite simply how black the blacks are and how white the whites are. So the higher the ratio the better the image. 1:500 no thanks, 1:3,000 yes please.&lt;br /&gt;Now for a bit of personal knowledge. I have no idea wat ATSC means but QAM is Quadrature Amplitude Modulation, considered to be a very bandwidth efficient technique for modulation of signals. Really good but requiring high power to transmit the signals. They provide signals wich have very low error rate of reception. Well guess it wasnt a waste doin ECE. At least im pretty good on the communication front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7327597355606366248?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7327597355606366248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7327597355606366248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7327597355606366248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7327597355606366248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-u-no-wat-hdtv-means.html' title='Do u no wat HDTV means?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-6140967360605617374</id><published>2008-08-22T08:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:58:38.779+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jus4Laughs'/><title type='text'>AMAZINGLY SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto. The blockage will be almost instantly removed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Clumsy? Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Avoid arguments with your partner about lifting the toilet seat by simply using the sink. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to use a timer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives. Then you will be afraid to cough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Have a bad toothache? Smash your thumb with a hammer and you will forget about the toothache. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Sometimes, we just need to remember what the rules of life really are: You only need two tools: WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn't move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Never pass up an opportunity to go to the bathroom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You get another chance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. And finally, be really nice to your family and friends; you never know when you might need them to empty your bedpan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-6140967360605617374?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/6140967360605617374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=6140967360605617374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6140967360605617374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6140967360605617374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/04/amazingly-simple-home-remedies.html' title='AMAZINGLY SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-2858308693557008977</id><published>2008-08-22T01:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:04:30.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are You so Jobless !!??</title><content type='html'>It seems so easy for some people to write stories when there actually is nothing to write about. And I've always wondered how they do it, how it comes so easily and naturally to some that they go on and on about nothing in general. What's it that keeps them going? Recently I have understood that at least writing is ok. Some people go on talking about something or the other continuously with no story in it. Now I think that is something. Seriously !! How can you speak about crap for hours together? And there will be people ready to read it too. It's all got to do with how you spin the web. You make it all so colorful and inviting your victims don't bother whether there is any trap within. They just fall through. Probably they get hypnotized by your voice. Or even better they've fallen in love with your expressions. Whatever it is seriously beats me. How do people actually sit through an entire pile of humdrum? For eg. I seriously wonder....How did you people ever get to this bottom line. Where you actually reading this entire thing? One which I wrote just cos I wanted an original post between 2 sponsored ones? Oh wow !!..People are jobless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-2858308693557008977?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2858308693557008977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=2858308693557008977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2858308693557008977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2858308693557008977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-so-jobless.html' title='Are You so Jobless !!??'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3220340895068639484</id><published>2008-08-21T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:38:50.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gift of knowing what to give</title><content type='html'>Well that will be something all of us might have a problem with. A problem we all find hard to deal with. Especially the men. How do we buy a special gift to that special someone to make them feel the best. Or in fact any gift for any person we like. Here are a few ideas to make them feel just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;LI&gt;An album of special photos. An old fashioned CD(probably with your own artwork) of favorite songs, or even a really special childhood book which might pull the right chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;A home-made "voucher" of some kind whether it is for a specially cooked home-dinner followed by a night out at the local park, or simply one which says "I offer my services to shop, clean, babysit for you this entire weekend so you take the day off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Any luxury item that they would never have been able to bring themselves to indulge on-the most special chocolates, a silk scarf, an exquisite jewellery piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;An unusual, unexpected day out - a picnic, night at the theater, an afternoon at a real good spa, a long drive by the beach, that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3220340895068639484?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3220340895068639484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3220340895068639484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3220340895068639484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3220340895068639484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/gift-of-knowing-what-to-give.html' title='Gift of knowing what to give'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-1153629040588207323</id><published>2008-08-17T11:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:39:09.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prone to Allergy? Cut out the wine</title><content type='html'>If your family has a history of allergies or in the case that you yourself suffer from few the best practice to prevent them is cut out the alcohol. Scientists in Spain have found out that even moderate consumption of alcohol may lead to the presence of high levels of IgE antibodies in the blood of people who were prone to allergies such as asthma or eczema. The  worst among them has been seen to be red wine, mainly due to its histamine content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-1153629040588207323?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1153629040588207323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=1153629040588207323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1153629040588207323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1153629040588207323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/prone-to-allergy-cut-out-wine.html' title='Prone to Allergy? Cut out the wine'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-6539262810640896672</id><published>2008-08-14T23:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:54:37.154+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>Without the cell</title><content type='html'>I tried it and emerged successful. I showed my mom I wasn't crazy of this gadget unlike what she thought. Mom had taken my cell away in a fit of anger and felt she'll give it only when I ask. And I didn't. Because I knew that if I do she'll remind me that I can't live without it. But that wasn't true. And true to myself I showed her I didn't need it. I lived an entire week without it. I went to office, came back, and still maintained contact with all my close friends. If not for their persuasion I would never  have asked my mom. Guess they were tired of having to call home. But I showed them all who was the winner. I could survive without the so-called 'soul of Maria'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-6539262810640896672?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/6539262810640896672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=6539262810640896672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6539262810640896672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6539262810640896672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/without-cell.html' title='Without the cell'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4176038667331292895</id><published>2008-08-14T08:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:30:30.015+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adorn with Flowers</title><content type='html'>Who wont love flowers touching them, smelling them or simply looking at them. So in the same way to increase the feel on your table, try adorning it with fresh flowers. Get this arrangement to add a dash of romance into any party that you may host and enjoy with the flowers. Fill few glass cylinders of length 20-25 centimeters with loose petals from different flowers. Get bright and light colors and mix them together. Mix pink and white or get lavender to play among them. Fill them with water and then place small scented candles in them. In all give it the calm mystic look, increasing the appeal in your room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4176038667331292895?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4176038667331292895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4176038667331292895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4176038667331292895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4176038667331292895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/adorn-with-flowers.html' title='Adorn with Flowers'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-2619088925263825162</id><published>2008-08-12T22:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:19:56.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anger takes your breath away</title><content type='html'>If you're prone to losing your temper, just think about this: Being angry can make your lungs weaker. Many, actually all of us do experience a pinge of shortness of breath when our tempers flare. But we never think much. Well now it's all proved to be true. A survey measuring the lung capacity and rating the hostility of over 670 men over a period of 3 to 8 years has shown that the lung power of those exhibiting high levels of hostility had become significantly worse as compared to those with low ratings. When people get angry their body produces hormones which prepare it to fight. These release chemicals which can cause our bronchial tubes to inflame. The tubes then narrow and this is reason you may feel breathless when angry. However this type of lung damage is tiny compared to the one caused by smoking. Still long-term irreversible damage can occur. So if you hear some unpleasant words don't fly into a rage. Just wait for &lt;br /&gt;sometime, take a deep breath and think whether it is really worth the damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-2619088925263825162?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/2619088925263825162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=2619088925263825162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2619088925263825162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/2619088925263825162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/anger-takes-your-breath-away.html' title='Anger takes your breath away'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3661946620018867292</id><published>2008-08-12T21:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:57:54.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Way Out for the Stuffed Out</title><content type='html'>We all tend to over-eat at special occasions and then afterwards feel guilty or simply so full we cant even do why job. So for such cases after eating, all one needs to do is just have a long walk. After a meal with high fat content the natural antioxidant system in your body is for the time being increased to high proportions. This allows "free radical" molecules to damage your endothelial cells. For those in the ignorant side these are the very cells which play an important part in maintaining the health of your heart and arteries. So that means you might get into problems due to over-eating. But recently researchers have found that exercising after your meal may reverse this process. to augment this the British Heart Foundation has followed up on the studies  and found that exercising right after high-fat meal can reduce the harm inflicted by 15%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3661946620018867292?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3661946620018867292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3661946620018867292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3661946620018867292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3661946620018867292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/way-out-for-stuffed-out.html' title='Way Out for the Stuffed Out'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3311080124670069657</id><published>2008-08-09T23:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:12:28.269+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Truths'/><title type='text'>Why marinades are worth</title><content type='html'>Next time you cook red meat, marinade it first. Not only will it taste better, you may also help your heart. According to a recent study, marinating meats may help lower unhealthy  cholesterol compounds that form during cooking. Researchers soaked minced pork in soya sauce and sugar and found that when cooked the marinade inhibited the formation of cholesterol oxidation products, which can cause cell damage and increase the risk of heart disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3311080124670069657?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3311080124670069657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3311080124670069657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3311080124670069657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3311080124670069657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-marinades-are-worth.html' title='Why marinades are worth'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-414399720047625234</id><published>2008-08-09T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:38:51.058+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Super Soup</title><content type='html'>Move over, chicken noodle: Gazpacho is the real healing soup. A recent study found that the ones who had soup laden with cucumbers, tomatoes and green peppers for 2 weeks had much higher levels of vitamin C in their blood than others. This vitamin plays and important role in protecting the body against oxidative damage. It helps fight heart disease and high blood pressure by lowering LDL(bad cholesterol) and boosting HDL(good cholesterol). Since cooking reduces the heart-healthy benefits, it may be time to try cold soup year-round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-414399720047625234?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/414399720047625234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=414399720047625234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/414399720047625234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/414399720047625234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-soup.html' title='Super Soup'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-940106754829188791</id><published>2008-08-09T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:33:28.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Matters of Taste</title><content type='html'>Slimy, gooey or mushy foods are the most likely to disgust. So say researchers involved in an Australian-Canadian joint project. They quashed the long-held belief that taste is what turns the people off food. The strongest component to bring on the "yuck" reaction is the texture. After presenting people with unfamiliar foods, that were labeled with fake names, the researchers asked them what they couldn't eat and why. In the majority of the cases the reasoning was that they didn't like the way the food "felt in their mouth." The researchers feel that it's important to be exposed to different textures from a young age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-940106754829188791?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/940106754829188791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=940106754829188791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/940106754829188791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/940106754829188791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/matters-of-taste.html' title='Matters of Taste'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-5354192765589347665</id><published>2008-08-09T02:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:28:11.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boy or Girl Car!!??</title><content type='html'>Drivers who give their cars human traits-calling them he or she, or naming them-are more likely to engage in road rage than those who don't. No one likes to admit they're a bad driver, so this gives them an excuse. They blame the car. And folks with bumper stickers or items hanging from the rear view mirror are more likely to be aggressive or impatient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-5354192765589347665?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/5354192765589347665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=5354192765589347665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5354192765589347665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/5354192765589347665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/boy-or-girl-car.html' title='Boy or Girl Car!!??'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3210617938237901045</id><published>2008-08-08T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:50:19.922+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some true facts'/><title type='text'>Typhoon hits China</title><content type='html'>More than six hundred thousand people evacuated as the tropical storm Fung-wong hit China's south-eastern coast late Monday. The typhoon weakened to a tropical storm as it landed outside Fuqing city in Fujian province bringing strong winds and heavy rains that left two poeple dead. Dozens of flights were also canceled at the province's Fuzhou airport. Power was cut off in Fujian's Puxia county as 15 electricity transmission lines and 498 transformer stations were damaged. No one was reported hurt. Fung-wong, Cantonese for Phoenix, is expected to be the strongest tropical storm so far his year with heavy rains and strong winds in the coastal areas forecast to continue for few days more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3210617938237901045?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3210617938237901045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3210617938237901045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3210617938237901045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3210617938237901045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/typhoon-hits-china.html' title='Typhoon hits China'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7608932590116170482</id><published>2008-08-05T07:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:47:16.155+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some true facts'/><title type='text'>Bachelor No More</title><content type='html'>Pop Star Justin Timberlake may finally be thinking settling down, as he is hunting for the perfect ring for his girlfriend Jessica Biel. The singer, who was left heartbroken by Britney Spears, seems to have finally found 'the one' in love Jessica Biel. Apparently, the singer has found a clever way to ensure the paparazzi doesn't catch him shopping for the ring at a jewelery store, as the singer is busy shopping online. The '4 minutes' singer is also reportedly eyeing many exotic islands as a venue for his marriage to Biel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7608932590116170482?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7608932590116170482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7608932590116170482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7608932590116170482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7608932590116170482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/bachelor-no-more.html' title='Bachelor No More'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7775095157683382220</id><published>2008-08-05T06:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:35:26.085+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Agatha Christie</title><content type='html'>I had never been her fan. I had never read many books of hers. And I always felt her style was too high or vague for me. The few stories I had read of hers never clicked for me. But I just read one recently, more because my friend forced me to take it. And I'm thankful. Witness for the Prosecution is definitely one of the best courtroom dramas ever written. It is a short play with the usual dose of suspense and mystery present in every Agatha Christie book. The plot revolves around Leonard Vole who is arrested for a murder that he claims he did not commit. The facts are against him and he trusts his wife to bail him out. But then things turn out worse for him when his wife ends up as a witness for the prosecution. Why Romaine purposely serves as a witness for the prosecution is revealed only at the end and this was truly the best part. The special 50th edition comes with three other novels. If you've finished with this one start Jeffery Archer's Prisoner of Birth to get the same courtroom feel. A book that changed my opinion of Agatha Christie, so obviously a must read for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7775095157683382220?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7775095157683382220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7775095157683382220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7775095157683382220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7775095157683382220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/08/agatha-christie.html' title='Agatha Christie'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-8143618720645277771</id><published>2008-07-31T22:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:46:56.892+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jus4Laughs'/><title type='text'>Heard on the Street</title><content type='html'>Dr. Marc Faber concluded his monthly bulletin (June 2008) with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The federal government is sending each of us a $600 rebate. If we spend that money at Wal-Mart, the money goes to China . If we spend it on gasoline it goes to the Arabs. If we buy a computer it will go to India . If we purchase fruit and vegetables it will go to Mexico , Honduras and   Guatemala . If we purchase a good car it will go to Germany . If we purchase useless crap it will go to Taiwan and none of it will help the American economy. The only way to keep that money here at home is to spend it on prostitutes and beer, since these are the only products still produced in US. I've been doing my part."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-8143618720645277771?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/8143618720645277771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=8143618720645277771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8143618720645277771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8143618720645277771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/heard-on-street.html' title='Heard on the Street'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3900966246836101719</id><published>2008-07-31T02:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T08:03:07.407+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jus4Laughs'/><title type='text'>God's Sense of Humour</title><content type='html'>God was in the process of creating the universe.And he was explaining to his subordinates, "Look everything should be in balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, after every 10 deer there should be a lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look here my fellow angels, here is the country of the United States. I have blessed them with prosperity and money. But at the same time I have given them insecurity and tension....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Africa. I have given them beautiful nature. But at the same time, I have given them climatic extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is South America. I have given them lots of forests. But at the same time, I have given them lesser land so that they would have to cut off the forests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see fellows, everything should be in balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the angels asked... "God, what is this extremely beautiful country here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said....... "Ahah.!..that is the crown piece of all. "INDIA", My most precious creation. It has understanding and friendly People. Sparkling streams and serene mountains. A culture which speaks of the great tradition that they live. Technologically brilliant and with a heart of gold.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel was quite surprised:&lt;br /&gt;"But god you said everything should be in balance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the neighbours I gave them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3900966246836101719?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3900966246836101719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3900966246836101719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3900966246836101719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3900966246836101719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/gods-sense-of-humour.html' title='God&apos;s Sense of Humour'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-8246081119088006993</id><published>2008-07-30T07:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:36:19.792+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>God Still Loves the World</title><content type='html'>Every tiny star that twinkles in the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;Every drop of golden rain.&lt;br /&gt;Every rainbow in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Every single butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;Tells the fascinating news to those who dare to hope.&lt;br /&gt;And the message is&lt;br /&gt;God still loves the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lyric that caught me the minute I heard it. It's quite simple. Talks about every single gift that nature shows us and ends saying that all this is a sign. A sign that God Loves Us. Man has always been His greatest and most precious creation. He&lt;br /&gt;created Man in His own likeness. When Man erred God was so hurt but He didn't destroy man. Instead God only punished him and sent him out of God's home. But God didn't forsake Man. Nor did He stop His love for Man. He so much loved the world that he&lt;br /&gt;sent His only Son to save us from our death. To give us the new life. He gave us a second chance to help us live anew. How much can we thank Him? No words are enough to sing of His graces. No words enough for His love. No words there are to thank Him.&lt;br /&gt;The only little thing that ewe could do. We better do it well. We have to love the Lord God in the same way with a unblemished heart. He resides in the Holy place. let us make our hearts holy enough for Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-8246081119088006993?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/8246081119088006993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=8246081119088006993' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8246081119088006993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8246081119088006993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-still-loves-world.html' title='God Still Loves the World'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226379384643753101.post-7805805799184697169</id><published>2008-07-29T20:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:52:35.513+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>The Day I Broke Free</title><content type='html'>I had borne it for so long. It seemed quite alright in the beginning. But how long could I hold myself back and say that all this is just for sometime. Is it rude that I wished to be free? No it's not. I have my own life to live. And I have the choice to decide how to live it. It might be rude for now. But it's the best, for the both of us. Somehow I'm feeling light now, feeling like I'm free, like I was caged fro so long and now given my freedom. Even before I fly away from home. This certain event makes me feel so good, so happy. Is it bad? I don't know. I don't want to know. I just know that I'm happy. And it's something I've not felt for a long time. I'm smiling now, a true smile, from my heart. This is the most important thing. You have a short life to live. It doesn't mean you'll live only to be forty or fifty. Even if you live to be a hundred it is a short life. It's not a thousand. You don't live long enough to see the Harley's comet quite often. As long as you have it, make it fruitful, make it lively. Smile each moment, make others smile, radiate joy in every path. I know Ive taken the best decision in four years. After a string of mistakes, one point I'll always be glad about. I'm loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7805805799184697169?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7805805799184697169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7805805799184697169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7805805799184697169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7805805799184697169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-i-broke-free.html' title='The Day I Broke Free'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-3031569342008077785</id><published>2008-07-29T08:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:50:02.300+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><title type='text'>WiMAX</title><content type='html'>WiMAX, the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Worldwide Interoperability for Microwave Access&lt;/span&gt;, is a telecommunications technology aimed at providing wireless data over long distances from point-to-point links to full mobile cellular type access. It is based on the IEEE 802.16 standard, which is also called WirelessMAN which stands for Metropolitan Area Network. The name "WiMAX" was created by the WiMAX Forum, which was formed in June 2001 to promote conformance and interoperability of the standard. It was devised to provide wireless broadband access as an alternative to cable and DSL. The standard of Wi MAX is 802.16-2004, which can cover upto 50 Kms radius service area and high data rate upto 70 Mbps in the freq range.&lt;br /&gt;The variations can be noted as below:&lt;br /&gt;802.16-2004 is often called 802.16d, since that was the working party that developed the standard. It is also frequently referred to as "fixed WiMAX" since it has no support for mobility.&lt;br /&gt;802.16e-2005 is an amendment to 802.16-2004 and is often referred to in shortened form as 802.16e. It introduced support for mobility, amongst other things and is therefore also frequently called "mobile WiMAX".&lt;br /&gt;It has wide variety of applications contributed by its wide area coverage and high data rates. These range as follows:&lt;br /&gt;*Services like POTs, Leased lines with G.703, VOIP, Ethernet can be extended.&lt;br /&gt;* connecting the Wi Fi Hot Spots to the internet as back bone.&lt;br /&gt;*Data bandwidth Management features like CIR, PIR &amp;amp; Best effort are supported.&lt;br /&gt;And the places wer it has already shown its effect. Remember the tsunami in December 2004.&lt;br /&gt;WiMAX access was used to assist with communications in Aceh, Indonesia, after all communication infrastructure in the area, other than Ham Radio, was destroyed, making the survivors unable to communicate with people outside the disaster area and vice versa. WiMAX provided broadband access that helped regenerate communication to and from Aceh.&lt;br /&gt;There is no uniform global licensed spectrum for WiMAX, although the WiMAX Forum has published three licensed spectrum profiles: 2.3 GHz, 2.5 GHz and 3.5 GHz, in an effort to decrease cost: economies of scale dictate that the more WiMAX embedded devices (such as mobile phones and WiMAX-embedded laptops) are produced, the lower the unit cost.&lt;br /&gt;The disadvanage-well all coins hav 2 sides. So here goes...A commonly-held misconception is that WiMAX will deliver 70 Mbit/s over 50 kilometers. In reality, WiMAX can do one or the other — operating over maximum range (50 km) increases bit error rate and thus must use a lower bitrate. Lowering the range allows a device to operate at higher bitrates.&lt;br /&gt;So as it can be seen. WiMAX is an emerging technology tho not much in deployment in India will soon cover the entire globe and be an imp part of our mobile systems in a way much similar to Wi-fi now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-3031569342008077785?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/3031569342008077785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=3031569342008077785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3031569342008077785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/3031569342008077785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/05/wimax.html' title='WiMAX'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7222892149160512101</id><published>2008-07-27T14:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:45:27.843+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria&apos;s musings'/><title type='text'>How did I land up here</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just can't believe how you end up in some situations. Certain things you just don't seem to be able to get out of. That's what I found myself in. A place where I didn't want to be, a situation i could have avoided but didn't. Why? What made me get into a job when all that I wanted to do was sit in the comfort of my home and sleep, eat and most most importantly earn on the computer? Maybe that's what people call fate. And for this single reason I hate fate. I simply HATE FATE! I just want to go to some quiet place and shout out my heart, till my throat is dry and my body is weak. I want to shout out just Konkana Sen Sharma like did in Life in a Metro! That's how much of frustration that I have within me. Oh! Anything for that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7222892149160512101?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7222892149160512101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7222892149160512101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7222892149160512101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7222892149160512101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-did-i-land-up-here.html' title='How did I land up here'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-1643644074069540974</id><published>2008-07-17T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:53:10.479+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Truths'/><title type='text'>Eat slowly</title><content type='html'>You may get heartburn when you eat fatty and spicy foods, so you stay away from them. But new research suggests that if you eat slowly you may reduce or even eliminate your symptoms. It was seen that the number of gastro-oesophagul reflux episodes lowered by 40% on people who took 30 minutes to down a meal of chicken sandwich, French fries and soda as compared to ones who took 5 minutes to do the same. When you eat, the stomach naturally expands to accommodate food. But do it quickly and your stomach stretches too fast, leading to gastro-oesophagul reflux. It is not sure whether easting too fast causes chronic heartburn. But people with heartburn should eat more slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-1643644074069540974?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/1643644074069540974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=1643644074069540974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1643644074069540974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/1643644074069540974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/eat-slowly.html' title='Eat slowly'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4034270367235541348</id><published>2008-07-14T07:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:53:10.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Truths'/><title type='text'>Give your feet what they need</title><content type='html'>Don't pound the pavement in any old shoe. The right exercise footwear will prevent a plethora of problems. Bruised toenails are regularly seen when people wear too short shoes or compression on joints from too tight ones.You must match your shoe to your exercise. Runners should look for hard soles to sustain vigorous use. If you play squash, look for grip laid out in circles for multi-directional movement. Moreover, anyone exercising for five hours a week or more should change shoes regularly at least yearly once. The shock-absorption compartments and grip will wear and you'll lose stability and control. And never put shoes in the washing machine. It breaks down the fabric and softens the plastic. Scrub them or hose them down outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4034270367235541348?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4034270367235541348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4034270367235541348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4034270367235541348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4034270367235541348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/give-your-feet-what-they-need.html' title='Give your feet what they need'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-4366607506479738478</id><published>2008-07-13T23:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:53:10.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Truths'/><title type='text'>Good Ways to give Bad News</title><content type='html'>Saying something someone doesn’t want to hear is never easy, but these tips will help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Set aside enough time and make sure you won’t be interrupted - turn off your  &lt;br /&gt;        mobile at the least.&lt;br /&gt;• Rehearse your opening line but get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;• Consider how you frame the news: “For a man of your age, apart from high blood &lt;br /&gt;        pressure you’re in good shape ” sounds better than, “You have hypertension, &lt;br /&gt;        which can lead to heart disease.”&lt;br /&gt;• Know your facts and be prepared for questions.&lt;br /&gt;• Show you care but don’t mind-read or say how uncomfortable you feel. Focus on &lt;br /&gt;        them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-4366607506479738478?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/4366607506479738478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=4366607506479738478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4366607506479738478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/4366607506479738478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-ways-to-give-bad-news.html' title='Good Ways to give Bad News'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-8808696357567698519</id><published>2008-07-13T19:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:53:10.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Truths'/><title type='text'>Real-life Exercise</title><content type='html'>Running on a treadmill going nowhere or pushing weights through mindless repetitions can get so boring. Try functional fitness. You can build strength, agility and stabilizing skills in a way that carries over into everyday life. You lift weights so you can tote a heavy bag, or sprint so you can catch a bus. Try these tips from trainer Juan Carlos Santana, an expert on this craze:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lift weights standing up:&lt;/span&gt; This forces your core (abdominal and back) muscles to work. A strong core helps you lift heavy loads without hurting your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do real-life cardio:&lt;/span&gt; Set up a course with cones. Run to the first cone as fast as you can. Side-shuffle to the second. Walk backwards to the third. Dash to the fourth. The payoff: You’ll be able o dash after a zig-zagging toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rotate: &lt;/span&gt;Stand with your feet shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent. Hold a weight out in front of you and twist side to side, for better reaching and bending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-8808696357567698519?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/8808696357567698519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=8808696357567698519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8808696357567698519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8808696357567698519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/real-life-exercise.html' title='Real-life Exercise'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-8925612401408537815</id><published>2008-07-10T20:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:53:10.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Truths'/><title type='text'>Healthy, Happy Trails</title><content type='html'>Next weekend, leave the gym and take a hike. “There are only a certain number of dumbbells,” says Seth Levy of the American Hiking Society. “But when hiking, you have an infinite variety of workouts and levels-and better scenery than in your gym!” No wonder more people are going out for hiking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on a flat trial for an hour, a 65-kilo person can burn as much as 300 calories. Pick a more challenging spot with hills, and you burn 445 calories or more. Hiking also builds flexibility and strength. Going uphill firms the calves and backside muscles, while downhill jaunts tone up the quadriceps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-8925612401408537815?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/8925612401408537815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=8925612401408537815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8925612401408537815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/8925612401408537815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/healthy-happy-trails.html' title='Healthy, Happy Trails'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-6433948171906048882</id><published>2008-07-07T20:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:53:10.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Truths'/><title type='text'>Home Essentials</title><content type='html'>Every toolbox should have these 12 must haves, say the experts at The Family Handyman. However you need to be careful to use power tools and also it is advised not to use these tools if you’re taking psychiatric drugs, anti-histamines or other medication. The tools are listed as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Electric Drill&lt;br /&gt; Hammer&lt;br /&gt; Angle square&lt;br /&gt; Multihead screwdriver&lt;br /&gt; Pry bar&lt;br /&gt; Utility knife&lt;br /&gt; Pull-out tape measure&lt;br /&gt; Adjustable wrench&lt;br /&gt; Chalk line&lt;br /&gt; Electric tester&lt;br /&gt; Circular saw&lt;br /&gt; 60-cm spirit level&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-6433948171906048882?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/6433948171906048882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=6433948171906048882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6433948171906048882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/6433948171906048882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-essentials.html' title='Home Essentials'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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-6226379384643753101.post-7757582418723054697</id><published>2008-06-27T15:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:10:49.733+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>WHY GOD ALLOWS PAIN........</title><content type='html'>This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen...&lt;br /&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"&lt;br /&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me."&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BE BLESSED &amp;amp; BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS !!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6226379384643753101-7757582418723054697?l=suddencraze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/feeds/7757582418723054697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6226379384643753101&amp;postID=7757582418723054697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7757582418723054697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226379384643753101/posts/default/7757582418723054697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suddencraze.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-god-allows-pain.html' title='WHY GOD ALLOWS PAIN........'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423867275480743853</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></feed>
