<?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-5732292466736317801</id><updated>2011-09-18T23:52:33.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain's Feed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-8962189499886323679</id><published>2009-05-30T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:48:47.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few dots embossed on a coin – controversial?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SiFw1Uar2xI/AAAAAAAAAII/g_AqPirnqMc/s1600-h/coin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SiFw1Uar2xI/AAAAAAAAAII/g_AqPirnqMc/s400/coin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341674694354131730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currency notes and coins are a proud monument of any country or a union. It shows and depicts the country heritage, culture and history. I personally haven’t seen a currency note or a coin depicting any other country’s or union’s h heritage, culture and history.&lt;br /&gt;But ever since I saw a old (made in 2003 and still in roll) two rupees coin of the Republic of India I started to have a doubt. One side of the coin is embossed with the emblem of India. The other side with the map of India embossed on it.  But the doubt I had about was about the map of India as it had few dots on the left side near Kerala and down below Lakshadweep. A few dots on a map on that area has to be the Sovereign Republic of Maldives. So I checked it again with Google maps and found out that there is no Indian territory below the tip of India which is Nagercoil. On the left side of map (Kerala side) there is Lakshadweep and exactly below is Maldives. So the dots on the old two rupees coin of India should the Republic of Maldives. &lt;br /&gt;I think it would be odd and controversial if a coin or note of the Republic of Maldives has the Tajmahal embossed on it. Since the Republic of Maldives is an independent country, an Indian coin having the Republic of Maldives as the part of map of India is odd and controversial. &lt;br /&gt;It could be a mistake or a manufacturing fault. It could be that the Google map I referred is not correct and I’m completely wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: this should be believed and talked about only after the reader has personally seen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-8962189499886323679?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/8962189499886323679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=8962189499886323679&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/8962189499886323679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/8962189499886323679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-dots-embossed-on-coin-controversial.html' title='A few dots embossed on a coin – controversial?!'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SiFw1Uar2xI/AAAAAAAAAII/g_AqPirnqMc/s72-c/coin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-2498141327393830144</id><published>2009-05-06T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:58:18.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My home is not in the alphabetic design of I LOVE U</title><content type='html'>Ever since I came to Bangalore, I have experienced some few things which never changed. Something’s never changed for good. Something’s never changed due to ignorance and carelessness. &lt;br /&gt;The too often power cuts remain in the category of things that never changed due to several reasons. Till to date I felt it must be only due to ignorance and carelessness. But my perception about it changed when I saw a Shahrukh Khan starrer movie called Rabne Banadhi Jodi (A couple made by God). The movie has a classic Indian Shahrukh Khan as Suri in lead. He works in a power station. When it comes to propose and show his love to his lover he chooses his selfishness over other people needs. He cuts the power of a whole city except few homes so that from a distance far and above a hill top the alphabetical letters of I LOVE U can be seen from those houses with power. &lt;br /&gt;This scene made me to change my perception of why there are so many power cuts in Bangalore. Earlier I was almost convinced that it’s due to ignorance and carelessness. But now I have a feeling that it must be due to more power station staffs choosing to propose and show their love the way Suri did. Unfortunately my home Belongs to those houses which doesn’t come in the alphabetic design of I LOVE U when they cut the power. Those houses where the power cannot be cut are lucky because they fit in the alphabetic design of I LOVE U. May be I will get lucky when people choose to show their hate the way Suri did.  So there are two things to hope on. Either my home at least comes in the alphabetic design of I HATE U or power station staffs don’t fall in love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-2498141327393830144?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/2498141327393830144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=2498141327393830144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/2498141327393830144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/2498141327393830144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-home-is-not-in-alphabetic-design-of.html' title='My home is not in the alphabetic design of I LOVE U'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-2611503644207853535</id><published>2009-04-25T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:48:05.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How far can you think?</title><content type='html'>I always had feeling that everything we do always reflects how much and how far we humans can think. Like from choosing between many things. Rice or Noodles?. Man or Women?. Money or Love?.&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw a beggar worshipping a traffic light. I thought why she would worship a traffic light. It’s natural that we humans worship to the lord who we believe that gives us everything. Likewise the beggar lives on money she earns from people who wait for the traffic green signal. Thus leaving an impression on her that she gets her needs fulfilled because of the traffic light ending up worshipping the traffic signal. &lt;br /&gt;Here comes the question why don’t others worship the traffic light? Some of us will find it a joke. We find it a joke because we know it’s not traffic light who gives us money. But unlike us the beggar could think only to the extent that extent which made her feels to worship the traffic light. But many of us can think far more than that. People who can think to the extent that traffic signal is made by the government, they will worship government. People, who can think to the extent that government is we the people, will worship the people.  Likewise it goes to the extent how much a human can think. I believe that everything was made by the almighty and the possibility of making anything is from the mind god gave us. Thus I worship almighty god, ALLAH. &lt;br /&gt;There are people who can think to the extent everything was made by itself and there is no god. They are labelled as atheists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-2611503644207853535?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/2611503644207853535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=2611503644207853535&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/2611503644207853535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/2611503644207853535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-far-can-you-think.html' title='How far can you think?'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-5582643085500850915</id><published>2009-04-04T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:48:16.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of those happy factors</title><content type='html'>It can be said that the ultimate goal of every human being is to be happy. It’s the motive for derivation of every human action. Happiness can be said as the inner satisfaction a human gets from doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;I personally enjoy being happy. I feel happy for things that most of us will too feel happy and something’s that few or none of us will feel happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when ever I see people talking in front of a podium after accepting their awards for the hard work they did to deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when ever I see kids enjoying their childhood with those so much energy and them being so carefree.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when any sports team which I play or support wins.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when traitors realise what they did wrong and express regret for the damage they have done.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when I’m relieved. &lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when my cosmetics get over, specially the soap.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy whenever I win by fair means.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy to be who I’m.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy about any good change.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy about the past.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when ever I gain weight, how long this happiness will last?&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when ever I earn. &lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when I’m with my lady.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when the family gathers and shares.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when someone gives a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy when friends are around and when we have fun.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very happy when a husband smiles at his wife.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy and lucky to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy that I’m blessed by the Almighty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-5582643085500850915?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/5582643085500850915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=5582643085500850915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/5582643085500850915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/5582643085500850915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-of-those-happy-factors.html' title='Some of those happy factors'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-3402383876032748434</id><published>2009-04-02T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:26:03.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some kind of good terrorism??</title><content type='html'>Pakistan the so called home of terrorists was attacked simultaneously recently. What?? Did i get it right!!!  It sounds awww. Don’t we all ask a same question to ourselves? Why will the terrorists attacked the home of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing a lot of thinking, two things came to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is that the terrorists attacked Pakistan because that Pakistan is not their home. Terrorists don’t belong to a nation or a country or a religion. They belong to a belief which they strongly believe among them. No matter of country, cast, race, language and religion the attacks are targeted on their objectives which they believe in and on who is a threat to accomplishing those objectives. Somehow or the other Pakistan government or the people of Pakistan might have interfered the activities of terrorists for them to cause such a blow to Pakistan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second reason could be a joke. But if not a joke it’s indeed something positive that we are to gain from those attacks. There were some people who used to say “peace can be brought with creating a fear of something that people believe should not happen”. I belong to them. To be united, it always happens to be that people are agreeing on or believing on something common. Recent attacks on India and Pakistan have increased the anger of the people of these nations against the terrorists and terrorism. Now here is something common and something which these two countries can work together and solve. The COMMON HATE against the terrorists from the people of these two nations could bring these nations together and bring an end to the not very good to remember past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these terrorists are having another aim or objective behind these attacks. Bringing a better future, but not in a way that neither people will like them nor is a good way at the very present time. In short, an unhappy today for a happy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Along with me lets all of us hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-3402383876032748434?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/3402383876032748434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=3402383876032748434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/3402383876032748434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/3402383876032748434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-kind-of-good-terrorism.html' title='Some kind of good terrorism??'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-6947531097985159844</id><published>2009-03-03T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:39:06.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Where to?</title><content type='html'>Recently Srilankan cricket team was attacked by unidentified men with arms, seven of their players suffered minor injuries and 6 of the security men escorting the team were killed. There also was a similar attack on mumbai on 26/11. Estimated 173 people were killed and the terrorists went on to battle with the Indian security forces for more than 3 days. Even though attack on Pakistan didnot kill a single foreigner, attack on Mumbai killed several foriegners. But the scenario has been that India calling for a not visit campaign to Pakistan due to lack of security. Its really jaw dropping and shameless that a country recently where dozens of foriegners were killed ask others not to visit a country where not a single foriegner was killed. Indian security forces took 3 or more days to battle with 8 terrists, while the Pakistan security forces took merely an hour to clear out the gunfire with more than what seems to be 12 terrorists. Here the question arises which country is safe enough to visit??. One cannot blame the country for where the terrrorists hail from. Terrorists do not belong to a nation or a religion. They belong to a objective they believe in. Terrorism can be stopped only by dealing with the terrorists and their objectives, not with the country which they hail from. We need to stand united and work on the same path to bring an end to terrorism at all levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-6947531097985159844?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/6947531097985159844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=6947531097985159844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/6947531097985159844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/6947531097985159844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit-where-to.html' title='Visit Where to?'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-7773368432647657775</id><published>2008-12-22T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:55:56.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than anyone of u knows</title><content type='html'>It was a one fine day morning ordinary I thought was but never meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;A hope for a new future and new life, new career&lt;br /&gt;And it was a new beginning I never knew was coming&lt;br /&gt;When I saw u, I knew it was a special moment with an unusual feeling&lt;br /&gt;It was a combination of anxiety and confidence&lt;br /&gt;U took it out all of me&lt;br /&gt; Nothing was left for anyone else&lt;br /&gt;That’s one thing I can bet for billions&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I felt like I was lucky, it’s so good to feel to be lucky&lt;br /&gt;We used to talk, we used to share, a lot u know&lt;br /&gt;And it changed&lt;br /&gt;It changed like I never wanted to believe that it was coming&lt;br /&gt;But I knew it was coming&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t regret my ignorance&lt;br /&gt;It felt like it was everything to be with u for a second&lt;br /&gt;I can swear u those moments and times are not only memories&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than that to me,&lt;br /&gt;More than anyone of u knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-7773368432647657775?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/7773368432647657775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=7773368432647657775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/7773368432647657775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/7773368432647657775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-than-anyone-of-u-knows.html' title='More than anyone of u knows'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-5621315783568596263</id><published>2008-12-22T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:33:13.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What really matters??!!??</title><content type='html'>I am who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deny or change who I am&lt;br /&gt;I can change my look for u&lt;br /&gt;I can change the way I talk for u&lt;br /&gt;I can act wacky to be smart for u&lt;br /&gt;I can sing like the peacock for u&lt;br /&gt;I can try all those for u&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot try to be who I am not&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it the care what matters?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it the love which matters?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it the attitude which matters?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it the inner person that I am which matters?&lt;br /&gt;I am confused?!!!?&lt;br /&gt;What that matters most to u?&lt;br /&gt;It’s who I am or who I should be which matters?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-5621315783568596263?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/5621315783568596263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=5621315783568596263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/5621315783568596263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/5621315783568596263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-really-matters.html' title='What really matters??!!??'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-7155017245256318628</id><published>2008-12-09T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:35.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TERRORISM</title><content type='html'>Recently financial capital of India, Mumbai was attacked and a lot of blood was shed. I strongly condemn any such act of terror and any form of violence.&lt;br /&gt;Terrorists in dictionary mean one that engages in acts or an act of terrorism. Terrorism according to dictionary is the use of violence and threats to intimidate or coerce, esp. for political purposes.&lt;br /&gt;But global reaction to some terrorist attacks and terror groups make us think that terrorism is not what it says in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Recently Sri Lankan army chief was under immense pressure from India for his labelling of some Tamil Nadu politicians, like Vaiko "jokers" and accused them of getting money from the LTTE. But pressure from India led to Sri Lanka's Defence Secretary to apologise to India&lt;br /&gt;LTTE is listed as terrorist group by many countries. They have been engaged in terrorist activities and violence for the past years. Thousands of people have died and people are living in fear. If this is not terrorism we need a new definition for terrorism. People and politicians who support LTTE should be branded as terrorists and punished, if those who masterminded the Mumbai attack and supported the people who attacked Mumbai are called as terrorists. &lt;br /&gt;From a general point of view all of them are in the same league and deserve the same penalty.&lt;br /&gt;(This is a personal opinion, readers might have different opinion and is strongly regretted.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-7155017245256318628?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/7155017245256318628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=7155017245256318628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/7155017245256318628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/7155017245256318628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2008/12/terrorism.html' title='TERRORISM'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-8756938723251283598</id><published>2008-06-25T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:52:21.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE LIFE LONGER</title><content type='html'>25th June was a hot day, but it rained a for a while in the evening, here in Bangalore, India. I went for our college football team practice for the upcoming tournament. As usual I kept my keys in a hole in the big tree, which is in located in one of the corner of the ground.  The game started and we got a two goal lead. Suddenly everybody started rushing towards that big tree. There I realized that a man of not more than 30 years of age was to commit suicide by hanging to death from that tree with the help of a pink rope tied to his neck. We all stopped him and it has not been more than a year since the last suicide happened by hanging from that tree. What came on my mind was why did god gave him those extra years, if he doesn't want. Why not for a guy like me who loves to live longer. Its not a so funny joke. hehe. The reason he says to commit suicide was "it's a devil's order". we started the game again and I scored an own goal after a long time. Too bad. The game ended as out team winning 2 - 1. So my own goal didn't matter. After tht we again went to him who was standing near the tree. As he was to commit suicide if we leave the ground, we waited for sometime for local authorities to come.&lt;br /&gt;Later I realized that to climb the tree he had to move my keys and he kept it aside. If he committed suicide after moving my keys, that would have been the last action of him before suicide. May be my keys would have been the key to his suicide. But fortunately my keys didn't lead to a suicide. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;So I think life is all about LIVE LIFE LONGER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-8756938723251283598?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/8756938723251283598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=8756938723251283598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/8756938723251283598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/8756938723251283598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2008/06/key-that-didnot-let-sucide-happen-live.html' title='LIVE LIFE LONGER'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-6012022345545041144</id><published>2008-05-08T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:09:10.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of the Match or The footballer of all time. Who do u want to be?</title><content type='html'>One day fame can be achieved in sports with his technique, pace and skills and an amazing match winning goal on a particular single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes a great player of all time? What makes us remember sporting legends that whom we take as role models?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s totally different. One has to be consistent throughout his entire career. Being consistent or “inform” as we say is easier said than done. We must be mentally and physically fit. A proper way of life style has to be maintained. Hard work, dedication and most important the love for the game has to be within the soul of a sportsman to be great. Winning mentality, team work and never say die attitude are unassailable factors. A proper nutrition diet, sleep on time has to be maintained. Respecting others and discipline on the field and off the field is essential. Patience and punctuality for the sport is more important than any other factor. For all these you have to do a lot of sacrifice. Money, family, time, friends and whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone can achieve the man of the match award. But to be a footballer of all time it takes a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who do u want to be? You’re choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*this post contains completely my opinions, yours may differ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-6012022345545041144?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/6012022345545041144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=6012022345545041144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/6012022345545041144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/6012022345545041144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-of-match-or-footballer-of-all-time.html' title='Man of the Match or The footballer of all time. Who do u want to be?'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-1544321389247120626</id><published>2008-05-03T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:26:06.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They have "The Reason' . We have the "Excuse"</title><content type='html'>They make the promise,&lt;br /&gt;We are the fools to believe,&lt;br /&gt;Although we knew it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are forced, They feel sorry about us,&lt;br /&gt;This has been the biggest joke of all time,&lt;br /&gt;We knew its the big joke, why do we cry for a joke? I wonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever they go, i won't forget about them,&lt;br /&gt;Of course for the wrong reasons,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, it gets repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they were right, I'm giving up,&lt;br /&gt;When they leave its The Reason,&lt;br /&gt;When we leave its The Excuse, for a new...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-1544321389247120626?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/1544321389247120626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=1544321389247120626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/1544321389247120626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/1544321389247120626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-have-reason-we-have-excuse.html' title='They have &quot;The Reason&apos; . We have the &quot;Excuse&quot;'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732292466736317801.post-1689464706633960016</id><published>2006-12-17T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:36:15.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But on my conditions</title><content type='html'>I need u&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;I love u&lt;br /&gt;Thats a Fact&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without u&lt;br /&gt;So much fallen for u&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Not on whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;But on my conditions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732292466736317801-1689464706633960016?l=ahmymh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/feeds/1689464706633960016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732292466736317801&amp;postID=1689464706633960016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/1689464706633960016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732292466736317801/posts/default/1689464706633960016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmymh.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-bought-my-rights.html' title='But on my conditions'/><author><name>ahmym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07945753754496282749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iSjJ6-uqNMc/SCMDemsm54I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRTFlqAIKU/S220/pic2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
