<?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-1942533607524171172</id><updated>2011-08-04T22:05:12.795-07:00</updated><category term='My introduction.'/><title type='text'>Even i dreamt!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Just to share my childhood memories with my loved ones.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajucreative.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942533607524171172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajucreative.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481150727885997016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/TPgUZ6ZvesI/AAAAAAAAC04/7NqmQazq-YQ/S220/IMG_6758.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942533607524171172.post-3270377589637493570</id><published>2009-07-07T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:48:12.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A DREAM!!</title><content type='html'>You might be wonder if i say "For your experience and intelligence you are promoted as chief minister of the state"isn't it? Yes you are!!There are no more days for waiting our road get cleaned in time, we get good food, we get good education,we get bribe free govt offices,  after casting our votes to some one who really doesn't have any intelligenceand experience in handling the resources of our state or country rather they always engage in making the money for themselves. &lt;br /&gt;Now how to stop this?This is the big question..We, the youths knows that the country is in real crisis because of this bad politics weak in taking decissions,but making there money, converting countries capita income to there income and we feel that we are helpless.if you are really helpless please dont read further, if you have some desires in making the history of our countryand be a part of it please read with pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mission looks like need to be handled by youths of this country, because india has got sand like youths and they are busywith there lifestyle and many of them want to see there future as a bright country.I read many blogs, communities, NGOs, groups who have desires to do some thing to put a fullstop for this,Even i opened some communities in orkut and many and i can see many are joining and they say "Well, i wasimpressed by this community and i am very much interested to be a part of it! but tel me what to DO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the question!  What to DO??Its not so simple to answer for this question the real answer for this is "Be a honest citizen for the country"YES its bit confusing, right?Do you think if we born in india we are citizen of this country? Its obsolutely NO!We are real citizens....when we stop giving bribe,Stop voting to some one who can't handle the country.Stop talking and committing ourselves to make countries future.Come up and say "i have this tallent please vote for me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No NGOs works outs, No online communities works out, No socail service untill you have real desires to make the country future.Why can't vidhana soudha works like software industry!Think about it..CM will be in CEO place,Many project managers who handles many projects from different districts.Many Team MAnagers who take care of taluks.Many members in a team who handles projects in villages.Its really a dream :-)          a dream :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942533607524171172-3270377589637493570?l=rajucreative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajucreative.blogspot.com/feeds/3270377589637493570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942533607524171172&amp;postID=3270377589637493570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942533607524171172/posts/default/3270377589637493570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942533607524171172/posts/default/3270377589637493570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajucreative.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream.html' title='A DREAM!!'/><author><name>Raju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481150727885997016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/TPgUZ6ZvesI/AAAAAAAAC04/7NqmQazq-YQ/S220/IMG_6758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942533607524171172.post-2507964031578991088</id><published>2009-06-05T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T04:12:54.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even i  had dreams!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even I had dreams!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know what i am going to write in the following lines, but i decided to write&lt;br /&gt;about my dreams (often forgets!) that i dreamt since my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever i open my old diaries i see these words in common&lt;br /&gt;"I need to" "I have to" "I can" "you can do it" but it never states, "I will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After long years at least at this stage I realized this as  a fact that i never took any steps&lt;br /&gt;in fulfilling my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are really worth for the man who really decided to do some thing in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask a child about dream they would say&lt;br /&gt;"I was in chocolate factory and i was playing with lots and lots of chocos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask the people in love&lt;br /&gt;"I had great time wit her/him in xyz places, we were out of the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask business guys&lt;br /&gt;"I was focused in big conference and the whole world was watching me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask politicians,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to tell this i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see the age and the type of dreams they dreamt you would come to conclusion that,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are the other side of US, it comes out from us, not for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was big lecture i never give in my life i think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my actual start of this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in 10th standard i had a dream of becoming a scientist,&lt;br /&gt;thinking that only scientists works in computers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that i was preparing with making experiments having small lab in my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was world famous lab for me, it was like bell laboratories for myself&lt;br /&gt;I had big fight with my sisters to take all of the cupboards in my room (since my mom divided cupboards to each of my sisters and me) and after a big war and crying drama i got place to situate my lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first rack was for biology lab it was little higher than my height&lt;br /&gt;(now I am thinking why i allocated higher rack for biology, because i hate biology)&lt;br /&gt;It was filled with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeletons of homely insects (I don’t know names too).&lt;br /&gt;Magnifying glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs skeleton head.&lt;br /&gt;(For this i was ready to come out from my caste! When my mom saw me washing Dogs head with&lt;br /&gt; her brush she was using to wash clothes she said "Do you know what you are doing?" my sister "Go out&lt;br /&gt; of our home idiot, we worship saligrama in home (a kind holy stone) and you are doing this!"&lt;br /&gt;I said "I am doing my own lab, i badly need it" I don’t remember much more than this..&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to take it inside my lab!)&lt;br /&gt;Some butterflies in small bottles, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle one is for physics (This was my favorite so kept it in the middle and it was easily accessible)&lt;br /&gt;This was filled with.&lt;br /&gt;Motors, wires, cells, old batteries, machines inside the toys,&lt;br /&gt;i kept what ever looks like machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is for chemistry (This was bit complicated for me so kept in down rack, so that i need to sit on my knee&lt;br /&gt;to access)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was filled with.&lt;br /&gt;Small bottles that i stolen from hospital where my friend's mother was working.&lt;br /&gt;Bottles filled with salt labeled NaCl, Water labeled H2O, its like "i know the things take it and label"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one week to construct my own bell labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day when i finished my lab, now the show time, I was calling each of my friends&lt;br /&gt;and explaining them each item in my lab, but only few were interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my work starts in my lab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In biology i tried to make hybrid of some plants in front of my home, its big flap since i don’t know&lt;br /&gt;What is hybrid on that age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chemistry i tried melting wax for an hour on spoon and add drop of water, it was like volcano in my room&lt;br /&gt;god saved my eyes on the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In physics i was comfortable and did blowing bulb with wind fans, making paper robots, i was focused to&lt;br /&gt;do some thing should move in front of my eyes (So hate IT industry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day i was keen in adding many items to my lab, finally i had a end for this when my 10th exams were about to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my biology and chemistry stuffs i threw away and physics stuffs were went to one box (Still i have it and my parents&lt;br /&gt;never dare to open that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last,&lt;br /&gt;Still I never give up, I will invent some thing at least on day before i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops it was my first dream still!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check in next blog for my next dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942533607524171172-2507964031578991088?l=rajucreative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajucreative.blogspot.com/feeds/2507964031578991088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942533607524171172&amp;postID=2507964031578991088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942533607524171172/posts/default/2507964031578991088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942533607524171172/posts/default/2507964031578991088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajucreative.blogspot.com/2009/06/even-i-had-dreams.html' title='Even i  had dreams!!'/><author><name>Raju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481150727885997016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/TPgUZ6ZvesI/AAAAAAAAC04/7NqmQazq-YQ/S220/IMG_6758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942533607524171172.post-8456116712896799592</id><published>2008-12-08T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:35:48.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1dstd0WxI/AAAAAAAAAkc/u1WhnWfa9ps/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277477361048378130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1dstd0WxI/AAAAAAAAAkc/u1WhnWfa9ps/s200/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Voices coming behind the road, it was sunset time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Ouch!! Don't u think I wil get hurted if you run like this" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(Harsh voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"hmmmm sorry, I was thinking some thing in deep" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(Polite voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1c9MCa0HI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zruLMq8yifI/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277476544621236338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1c9MCa0HI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zruLMq8yifI/s200/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It was a boy and his old bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A bike - named Diesel)... It can talk, feel and polite than boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1jL4mwvXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TsHkly-zO_I/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277483394172763506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1jL4mwvXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TsHkly-zO_I/s200/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Stop, stop, stop, I said stop diesel....." &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Boy was screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okey.. I did here" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Said the bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1hnN3fJgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/n_SfWaDlu58/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277481664713270786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1hnN3fJgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/n_SfWaDlu58/s200/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(Boy named Saggy, he is naughty but determned with his goal, he wanted to win the race in his life, since its his father promise when he died.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Boy stepped down from bike and stood infront of bike, with his eyebrows staring at bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats wrong with you today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I don't know rider" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;diesel said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"don't cal me rider"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"oh sorry, I don't know Saggy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"oh.. you don't know!!!!, that's great!!, okie" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;His hands were in pocket, he wanted to show how angry he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Boy started walking away from the bike on the road, there is big shadow of him since the sun was setting by the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Hey Saggy, please stand there I am coming.. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bike requesting him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"No, if you think that sharing your feelings with me is waste, why should I hear to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bike reaches to boy almost, touching his hand by its handle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"oh my dear.., I was thinking about my past days" Bike was sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I hate you and your past days, u are telling these words from the day u came with me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;He turned back and started running towards a mud road where his home located,its almost night, he was running in darknes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"hey Saggy please stay there, I am coming with u... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;bike from the far distance, reached near to boy and mermered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I cant move with ease..... Saggy...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"What!!, What you said?" He was shocked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Saggy asking the bike with curiosty and started coming back to bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"hmmm I said I cant move fwd easily....dear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bike was looking so tired. Saggy moved closer to bikes head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"You cant move?, why?, Whats up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Looking at boy with its innocent eyes blinking ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I don't have fuel in my belly...." He felt the hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;His eyes were wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Oh.. I am ashamed myself to hear this Diesel, I cant feed you......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1iUGOs6dI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bwJ92h0seB8/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277482435757271506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1iUGOs6dI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bwJ92h0seB8/s200/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1iUGOs6dI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bwJ92h0seB8/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;They both were going bit slower than before to there home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942533607524171172-8456116712896799592?l=rajucreative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajucreative.blogspot.com/feeds/8456116712896799592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942533607524171172&amp;postID=8456116712896799592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942533607524171172/posts/default/8456116712896799592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942533607524171172/posts/default/8456116712896799592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajucreative.blogspot.com/2008/12/voices-coming-behind-road-it-was-sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>Raju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481150727885997016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/TPgUZ6ZvesI/AAAAAAAAC04/7NqmQazq-YQ/S220/IMG_6758.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/ST1dstd0WxI/AAAAAAAAAkc/u1WhnWfa9ps/s72-c/DSC00623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942533607524171172.post-6615097140927691133</id><published>2008-12-06T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:11:11.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introduction.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/STqjp0YuhRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ii6HS_GuzKQ/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276709852250277138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/STqjp0YuhRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ii6HS_GuzKQ/s200/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My Movie start off............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This movie is about a bike and a boy want to win the race in there life time,&lt;br /&gt;they are not upto as racers but they have desire to win the race, to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the difference and live with there identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still my story in draft and you can give your suggestions to make any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;twist in this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In my life i wanna share every thing with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing with out my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I wil start dumping my story chapter by chapter, my frames, some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;videos in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Enjoy it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1942533607524171172-6615097140927691133?l=rajucreative.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rajucreative.blogspot.com/feeds/6615097140927691133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1942533607524171172&amp;postID=6615097140927691133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942533607524171172/posts/default/6615097140927691133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1942533607524171172/posts/default/6615097140927691133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rajucreative.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-movie-about-bike-and-boy-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raju</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481150727885997016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/TPgUZ6ZvesI/AAAAAAAAC04/7NqmQazq-YQ/S220/IMG_6758.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-EyuKC5NlY/STqjp0YuhRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ii6HS_GuzKQ/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
