<?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-35177999</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:03:53.452+05:30</updated><category term='confession of a dangeroud mind'/><category term='tech'/><category term='lamka'/><category term='technical'/><category term='timepass'/><category term='random'/><category term='just jobless'/><category term='North'/><category term='water fall'/><category term='good ones'/><category term='adobe'/><category term='lyanaz'/><category term='india'/><category term='east'/><category term='journey'/><category term='work out'/><category term='a short poem'/><category term='life'/><category term='dairy'/><category term='Assam'/><category term='paite'/><category term='Manipur'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='North-east india'/><category term='travel'/><category term='jog fall'/><category term='zomi'/><category term='delhi'/><category term='miss zomi'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='about me'/><category term='zogam'/><category term='Notepad'/><category term='fun'/><category term='living'/><category term='myself'/><category term='note this'/><category term='lian'/><category term='a vacation diary'/><category term='college life'/><category term='google'/><category term='selung gel'/><title type='text'>Lian's log book</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a journey;
Just walk over..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35177999.post-3666436875397202359</id><published>2010-07-22T19:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:29:45.213+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manipur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North-east india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='east'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North'/><title type='text'>As a North-easterner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left:0cm;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0cm"&gt;It was a common question to ask someone where he or she is from on meeting them the first time. It was a classical Indian conversation starter. I have asked the question and I also have been asked. I use to respond to others by casually telling them that I am form North-east. I did not bother which states I belong to. Because I feel that people did not really bother what is inside the north east. “Oh! ULFA. Are the Maoist dangerous there?”. “No, ULFA operates in Assam. The Maoist operates only in Andhra, Jharkhand and places like Bihar. I am from Manipur”. I did not want to be branded along the lines of any of the terrorist.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0cm;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0cm"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0cm;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0cm"&gt;When someone talks about Paris the first thing that comes to my mind is the Eiffel tower. When someone talks about London, the first thing that comes to my mind is either the London Bridge or the Big Ben. But when I talk about northeast the first thing that comes to the other person’s mind is “The ULFA! Maoist! The militants”. I am not blaming any of the organizations that operates in Northeast. But it is really depressing to have our beautiful place being associated with such things. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0cm;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0cm"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0cm;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0cm"&gt;I would be further investigated with what the Maoist(read as militants) are planning to achieve. I would tell them that they want Independence. People there wants independence. Correct me if I am wrong, but I think most of the organizations want an independent government starting from the Naga groups that operates in Nagaland and certain parts of North-East to the smallest groups. I would then be asked that Suppose the terrorist get independence then how will you survive?”. I would end up saying things like “I don’t know!”. A friend of mine from a state in the north-east use to joke around on a Naga friend of ours saying that the Nagas will survive by exporting their dried meat. Our Naga friend use to bring back dried meat from home after vacation. The northeastern states particularly the hilly states survive solely on the baby like treatment given by the central government. Assam may be an exception with many industrial as well as mineral resources. The rest of the hilly states are a burden to the centre government. It is good that I were not the head of the central else I would have told the insurgent to get whatever independence they want and get lost along with their independence. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0cm;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0cm"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0cm;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0cm"&gt;I do not want to belong to a place that is infested with terrorist. Our place has been branded along the lines of the Al-Qaeda terrorist. I use to have a hard time explaining the difference between a terrorist organization and a militant group. Be it a freedom fighter or a good will militant group or a people friendly terrorist(doubtful), it makes no difference. People looked upon them with the same strange eyes. It is time we wake up from our dream and face the reality!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-3666436875397202359?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3666436875397202359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=3666436875397202359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/3666436875397202359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/3666436875397202359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-north-easterner.html' title='As a North-easterner!'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-961528516653394155</id><published>2008-03-19T13:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:45:31.018+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE NAME GAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abhisek, Alok, Amandeep, Anurag..&lt;/span&gt;" She continues. Calls out some fifty names. Then "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Srinivas, Sudarsan Rao, Sumukh&lt;/span&gt;" She pauses for a second. Then looks towards the chirpy students. She turns back to the register. Now this time it is different. She did not just&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;look at the attendance register. She stares. Keeps staring. Her lips began murmuring something, as if she is asked to spell a spell of magic for some wizard. "G-I-N".. "X-I-N".. "J-I-N".. At last she calls out "04IT55". I guess because she cant waste her time on "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/span&gt;" like hard to pronounce word. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She then ask "How do you spell your name?". "G-I-N, Ma'm" comes the prompt lingering voice. "Okay! J-I-N", She murmured. "Ma'm, its G-I-N not J-I-N. 'G' as in 'Ganesh' ". Forget about spelling the whole name. They were struggling even to spell out just the first name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;/*full content not produced [read the full content when its published]*/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I recall one of the comedian Russel Peters show where he says, "I love Indian names. How they were pronounced. An name that spells 'S-U-K-H D-E-E-P' ended up being spelled 'SUCK DEEP' and a name 'H-A-R D-I-P' as 'H-A-R-D D-I-C-K'." They sound as if they need some censoring. S**K or the like. But its true that such things happens. And I wasn't shocked to hear it. It was even funny. Really funny. A rechristening of 'Rabindranath Thakur' to 'Rabrindranath Tagore' is not uncommon. It happens everywhere. And Indian name being hard to be pronounced in US. But it is surprising that an Indian name is hard to be pronounced in India itself. Well! We can give that exception that the size of India is huge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Indeed it is enjoying to play with names. How a lovely name might sounds weird in someone else's ear. But sometimes the '&lt;i&gt;Tagore from Thakur&lt;/i&gt;' principle seems so attractive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Lian Pr S****, Class is over. Lets go!" A friend yelled.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S &lt;/b&gt;feels like putting this thing up. I gave it for the vitruvian article. Hope it pass thru the editorial filtering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-961528516653394155?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/961528516653394155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=961528516653394155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/961528516653394155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/961528516653394155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/name-game.html' title='THE NAME GAME'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-8050002294191431953</id><published>2008-02-07T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:03:20.472+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DISCOVERY OF ZOGAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg60/liantombing/discovery%20of%20zogam/100_17241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg60/liantombing/discovery%20of%20zogam/100_17241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg60/liantombing/discovery%20of%20zogam/100_1802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg60/liantombing/discovery%20of%20zogam/100_1802.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-8050002294191431953?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8050002294191431953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=8050002294191431953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/8050002294191431953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/8050002294191431953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2008/02/discovery-of-zogam.html' title='DISCOVERY OF ZOGAM'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg60/liantombing/discovery%20of%20zogam/th_100_17241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35177999.post-5555013503618062994</id><published>2008-01-19T23:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:35.952+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of the place where I belong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;This Christmas was special to me. I really enjoy the cold, chilling cold at home. I took a few photos on my way home and while at home. Let the photo speak for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhCUcZhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SxSYDi9UODY/s1600-h/100_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhCUcZhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SxSYDi9UODY/s400/100_1701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157255459595118098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhCUcZiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TYv_K6uiit8/s1600-h/100_1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhCUcZiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TYv_K6uiit8/s400/100_1705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157255459595118114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhCUcZjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9Z_sRWJWMIs/s1600-h/100_2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhCUcZjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9Z_sRWJWMIs/s400/100_2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157255459595118130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhSUcZkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KTRRkxtQY-U/s1600-h/100_1849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhSUcZkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KTRRkxtQY-U/s400/100_1849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157255463890085442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhSUcZlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qcRgOm6ZwPk/s1600-h/100_1848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhSUcZlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qcRgOm6ZwPk/s400/100_1848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157255463890085458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5I93CUcZcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NzPwq9TzQpI/s1600-h/100_1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5I93CUcZcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NzPwq9TzQpI/s400/100_1687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157252539017356738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5I93SUcZdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RXkNOo0kUMY/s1600-h/100_1691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5I93SUcZdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RXkNOo0kUMY/s400/100_1691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157252543312324050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5I93yUcZeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Jg3LIH217jE/s1600-h/100_1692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5I93yUcZeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Jg3LIH217jE/s400/100_1692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157252551902258658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5I93yUcZfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zcHPH560eB4/s1600-h/100_1693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5I93yUcZfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zcHPH560eB4/s400/100_1693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157252551902258674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5I94CUcZgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LeVZHGIFODU/s1600-h/100_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5I94CUcZgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LeVZHGIFODU/s400/100_1700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157252556197225986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This Christmas was special to me. I really enjoy the cold, chilling cold at home. I took a few photos while at home. Let the photo speak themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-5555013503618062994?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5555013503618062994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=5555013503618062994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/5555013503618062994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/5555013503618062994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/ch.html' title='The beauty of the place where I belong!'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5JAhCUcZhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SxSYDi9UODY/s72-c/100_1701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35177999.post-8711150379340690081</id><published>2008-01-19T01:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:36.133+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamka'/><title type='text'>THE LAMKA I NEVER KNEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ka khawnung ngaih tuah chiang in, ka lungsim mitkha ah a kong zingte khawng mitsi sa in leng paithei leng kilawm phial di'n ka kigingta; Mun tam zaw-te ah khe nuai a suang lian lou lou hon dou seuh sauh di om hi. Mun khen khat bang ah khe a siik suk chiang bang in leivui bang nip thiah thiah chih theih ding khop in sah hi.Pucca road chih vuak sang in Pucca leivui road chih nop huai ka sa jaw. Lamlian toh kinai deuh a teng te meh kan gim mui nam veng veng diik khin phet bang leng vok ann di paw te zu gim nam fitfit in tuam mang theih zel hun chang bang om hi. Lampai lai bang leng nung lam a pang hong ging luap luap ua, a khaw nung sawt lou chiang in "Eh! vokpi KID te eive ua" chi bang in ngaih tuah vung vung theih hi. A chang in lah vok ek gim in nak vang bang vut teu teu thei hi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vok in jaw gim hau lua hive aw maw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="margin: 0in; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dorcas Hall kong lak bang meh zuak te tu dim sek uh hi. Dorcas hall fencing ah bazar nupi te tutna ding a kibawl shed sau diu deu om sek pen auto parking a na suak ta maimah hi. Restaurant chih khawng Lamka a om ngei lou di I sak leh, Kareh! A nekman zong pe zou di ka maw? Chih nop phial leh kilawm a standard tak bang Lamka ah le chi phet lou in, New lamka mah mah ah le om ta hi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sianpiak Chow Hotel kan a changkang zaw om ngei lou di I sak leh… Maizen! Thei khial pet mah ka hi mai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p size="11pt" face="&amp;quot;" style="margin: 0in; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mi gam a fly over khawng a kichih muh ua leh, ei gam ah bel ROAD OVER kithang mah mah chih di ahi pen mai. Nidang a Gouchinkhup veng paitouh na ana niam tuam suk pen sang touta mah mah hi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bible a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mun kuakte vuk dim unla; lampi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kawi-te hih tang un &lt;/span&gt;chih khawng bang lung sim ah lang khe dun dun thei sam hi. Tua ziak mah in Damkam bazar bang tum mang dek phial hi. Hiai kia leng hilou in, Nidang a Lailam lui a Lei kidoh sang ven von pen tun ah ana khang niam mawk hi. Salem veng ten len vual zawl na ana tang tei uh chih na himai!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5Gi5iUcZbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OafYgcNsXI8/s1600-h/100_2024_out_mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5Gi5iUcZbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OafYgcNsXI8/s400/100_2024_out_mini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157082157664724402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bazar lam kai suk di bang leng, gari or atleast cycle bek neitei lou te a dia khe a pai keuh keuh sek pek Town bus omlouh tawp in Diesel engine Auto te in kheng khe ta hi. Vaigampur a om kha ngei zek, bus tuan teng a bus tuan man dot na dia khut zung kai zen a, EK, DAW, TEEN, …… chih chih ngai lou in "Cheng Nga" chih suk ziau in veng mai hi. Ka ngaih tuah thak thak chiang in eipau a pau a nop lam ka thei suah thak hi in ka kithei. Neu a pan a Paite pau a pau dak dak gige kihi leh leng, tua mahni pau a pau a khum diak lam chiam kha pan ka hi ding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p size="11pt" face="verdana" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hitler in Mi gam a Mithupi hih sang in, ka pian na gam ah khedap bawl tu a pan ka tel jaw ana chi hi. Vaite agarbatti namse tak nap nap sang in zaw Lamka kholak a leivu khu diik le ka tel jaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lung sim mitkha in vak suk lai le, Nidang a Zion dawr gige bang leng AirTel Dawr ana suak ta maimah hi. Lamlian kiang a Nullah kuak trop tak tak te bang leng foot path hoihtak ana suak ta hi. "Maizen! I gam uh puah di bang tak a puah hileh jaw! 1990's lai khawng a le hiai bang dinmun a na ding ta di hia" chih khawng ka va ngaih tuah ngal louh a dang gen di le ka thei law biik kei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;. Mun a ngam lou gal a ngam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; chih mah bang a, a gal a zaw awl moh huai law sam; a mun I va tun hial leh lah hihtheih bang pi le va kinei tuan lou. Ana teng sa sa te toh kikhaih luat a va om lou mai mah. Lampi pai lai khawng le lamlian kiang chil khawng va ki-se khe petpet tei thou. MLA te le bang mah sem kaw dok mah mah lou uh chih peuh va chih num num&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a om maimah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lamlian khawng jaw ana kipuah sam. A him him a lamlian le bang ziak a hichi buai pih tel ki hi a de aw chi mah mah ke. Pucca Road chih sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a, Pucca MicroThin road™®&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;chih dia hoih mah mah a ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-8711150379340690081?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8711150379340690081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=8711150379340690081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/8711150379340690081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/8711150379340690081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/lamka-i-never-knew.html' title='THE LAMKA I NEVER KNEW'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/R5Gi5iUcZbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OafYgcNsXI8/s72-c/100_2024_out_mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35177999.post-8192113144118700973</id><published>2007-11-11T17:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:57:21.040+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selung gel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zomi'/><title type='text'>Chiah lam sulkik!</title><content type='html'>Phalbi nitum kuan bel vot diak hi. Buh lak lai ahih ziak in akua-akua leng nasep tha it chiat in, nitum kuan in vai pai kisaan pan hi. Nitum khiak ding ngai ngam lou uh hileh kilawm in, khen khat-te bel a buh aat uh khawl san mai lou ua, gal et mai in a vang kim ah buh at te kimu til tel thei hi. Gal gamla deuh ah, buh lak tha chial uh ahi ngei ding ua, buh pawl a khet ging duup dup uh a vang kim in kiza hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuitha lui phai bel lei hoih mah mah ahi. Van apan a nipi vuah kia lou in, Lanva lui in tua phai zang a tuilou om te tui in kham teek in vak zou hi. Malsuah lam pang en leng Hausapi vum dum dii-diai in kimu thei a, a ma zawn deuh ah mi khen khat ten "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben-ah&lt;/span&gt;" vum  a chih uh om hi. Tua mual vum bel Hausapi vum bang lou tak in Hing dip dep hi. Hausapi vum bel a gamlat ziak in dum kii-kiai a, a pam deuh ah hol haal-te hol haal na uh meikhu ngou vii-viai khut pi chiah vel ding khawng in mual pang apat kitung tou hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission compund tang dung apan in nitum nung a nisa zung kimu thei lai hi. Tung sunni in leng Lamka phai zaang etlawm tak mai khelah hileh kilawm in, bang hiam bek nut siat tei tei sawm mah bang in a zung kap khe seng sung hi. Mission compund khawte biakinn nizung limliah in kimu thei hi. Tua biakinn bel nidang a sapkangte khut suak tutan muh theihlai om sun "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silbawlpi&lt;/span&gt;" (masterpiece) ahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suah lam pang ah Rengkai leh a gaal kim a khua te bel nisa in neukhah khoh kha zek lai hi. Sugnu manoh na lam a mual te bel koi hiam a Negro-te sam kil thilh thelh mah bang in singkung tam lou a vangkim in pou thilh thelh hi.  Pam deuh ah, Peniel hall thum na mual a langva inn tung khenkhat apan in  vak hong kilengkik [reflection] kimu thei hi. Tua mual vum ah Cross kiphut bel a gal apan in ngou phek phok hi. Athu omdan gen in ah, tua mual vum bel tam tak te dam na mual ahi. Tam tak ten kipahna thak a muh na uh; tam tak ten khitui tam pi a senna uh; Khen khat te a dia kum zatam tak nung a leng dawn na muh louh ding thum na leh lungtang kitam kham te khitui nul na mun ahi. Tuithapi khua leh a kim a kiang a mual om te lak ah bel tua thum na mual hampha pen ding hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simlam pang deuh ah, nidang a Japan gal lai a Japan ten Thaupi a tun na uh ahi chi a naupang ten a gen mang moh uh tang sang sim tak khat om hi. Tua tang bel, tang hamsiat ahi chih theih ding khop in ngil in ngil vek vuk hi. Ngil mah leh a kim leh a kiang a mual neu khah khah om te toh teh in vou tuam biik a, Phailam manoh na lampi lam a phai zang kiphah suk dung zui in muh tawp na tan pha ah len mui kai thii-thiai hi. Thang ching tang chih di hileh kilawm awm tak mai, a tak lam pang ah, tang dung kikham suk zeng zung hi. Tua tang dung-te bel gam mang sah tak in a tuam mah bang ing hing suk dep dup mai uh hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tuni na gim hia, bawi?" chi a ka U'n hon gen in hon phawng guih hi.&lt;br /&gt;"Gim khol keng!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh puak na Tractor khawl ging vu vu ka malam uh gal gamla deuh ah ki-za chiai chiai hi. Tua buh paw gari leng inlam manoh ahi ngei ding a, a sawt dung zui in a ging dai hiai hiai hi. Malam zek ah, bawng gari pai ging luap luap bel hat lawlou ahih ziakin, a thawm ging uh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diim &lt;/span&gt;tuanlou in a ngei in ngeingei hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phalbi lam bel ni sawt lou ahih ziak in dak 4 bang a gin leh khua mial suk dek pah mai hi.&lt;br /&gt;Zingkal a ka U'n "Bawi! na exam lah zouta ha hih chiah, tuni buh aat a kuan na di kon dawp a, kiloh in va kuan leng na ut hia?" chi a hon dot ka bil kha ah tham den lai hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-8192113144118700973?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8192113144118700973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=8192113144118700973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/8192113144118700973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/8192113144118700973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/11/chiah-lam.html' title='Chiah lam sulkik!'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-2414792775145321720</id><published>2007-10-20T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:20:25.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sarcastic</title><content type='html'>Last time I got a friend telling me over the phone that I was sarcastic about things, due to certain things that happen to her. Well! to be honest I wasn't sure about of the meaning sarcastic also. Then after a couple of weeks later, It came back to my mind. Use the google trying to get a meaning out of it. Then I got with a few search result. Blogthings.com is one that I came across. I filled the few questionaires. Believe it or not. This is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Not Sarcastic At all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm isn't for you, and you really don't appreciate it when people get their snark on.&lt;br /&gt;You still have a great sense of humor. You just prefer a silly joke to a sarcastic one.&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes have trouble knowing when people are mocking you. But you do know you don't like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another Test I've taken. May be I passed!! Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Favorite Color White Says About You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/white.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naive --- Innocent ---Neutral&lt;br /&gt;Shy --- Serious --- Stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Ethical --- Honest --- Self-Important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Color Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-2414792775145321720?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2414792775145321720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=2414792775145321720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/2414792775145321720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/2414792775145321720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-not-sarcastic-at-all-sarcasm-isnt.html' title='Sarcastic'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-3029416237989854862</id><published>2007-10-18T01:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:41:21.563+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good ones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notepad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note this'/><title type='text'>Note This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lately, I noted the small but cool feature added in google. They came up with the igoogle, search history where all the name of the pages that has been searched, the key words and the number of times the page has been clicked has been recorded. It was kind of dangerous because all the activities has been noted. But it is good because It records what all has been done, In case if one wants to recollect what has happened, Its the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All these can be done if you sign in to the main page of the Master Search engine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now leaving behind all these, the best feature I lately saw is the note this, one small link on the result of the search engine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Note this!" &lt;/span&gt;It comes really handy. On the search result, it works like a bookmark that can be made on the browser. The best part is on the main page, if the "My notebook" is clicked then a small notepad opens that shows the list of the noted websites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a nice feature. Isn't it. Keep Googling. Keep giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-3029416237989854862?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3029416237989854862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=3029416237989854862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/3029416237989854862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/3029416237989854862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/note-this.html' title='Note This!'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-364143596010114449</id><published>2007-10-17T02:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:36.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adobe'/><title type='text'>Adobe illustration!</title><content type='html'>Well, last night I spent my whole time learning new things with Adobe Illustrator. I was quite familiar with adobe photoshop. But I wasnt aware of the power of adobe Illustrator. Here are some of the abstract pictures created with Illustrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/RxZnMGceSpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZJFIfU4c_tU/s1600-h/wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/RxZnMGceSpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZJFIfU4c_tU/s400/wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122395083766647442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can actually use this as you desktop wall paper. Its like the Aqua style.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/RxUnUmceSoI/AAAAAAAAADU/g-Jv4Omee3Y/s1600-h/abstrat+grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/RxUnUmceSoI/AAAAAAAAADU/g-Jv4Omee3Y/s400/abstrat+grass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122043386074647170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-364143596010114449?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/364143596010114449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=364143596010114449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/364143596010114449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/364143596010114449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/adobe-illustration.html' title='Adobe illustration!'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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/_tkaGWGSNnB0/RxZnMGceSpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZJFIfU4c_tU/s72-c/wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35177999.post-852246906644440037</id><published>2007-10-08T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:56:55.717+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just jobless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zogam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zomi'/><title type='text'>The Non-Resident Zomi (NRZ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;India a mitam jawte a dia US ei Zomi, adiak a paite te a dia, Delhi. Ei a dia Bangalore; mi tam jawte vai-te' a dia Australia. Siam sinna lam ah, Inde-te chi mai ni vai te, a dia kha US a siamsinna sutzop bel vangam chiam lawk toh kibang phial ahi. Uang gen sim bat na chiang om mah leh mun tam jaw ah dik hi. Colez kaipih a tam jaw te vaite ahi uh hi. Under-graduate degree muh zoh a, amau a dia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zalmang mat chim moh&lt;/span&gt; uh bel US a maban sut zop ahi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eilawi le ut in ut kei le le Inde-te hi thou thou I hih chiang ua. Eimi le US leh foreign a om khat leh nih om mah le hang, khut zung kaih theih lai phial ahi. Tamtak jaw pha in teh, eimi foreign a om, adiak a US, Canada, UK leh a dang dang ah. But tawm law lai. Za-ah nga khawng lel, huai sa le tawm zaw lai maithei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Atam jaw te, Inde-ten US a zot sauh sauh bang un ah, eimi te'n Delhi ki zuan sauh sauh hi. Bangalore khawng ah leng hunkhop, vaite Melbourne, Australia a hunkhop a om bang uh ah, khen khat in khawtaw lam zuan suk uh hi. Adik lel gen in, vaite bel sum leh pai hauh ziak leh siam na sang jaw ban ah sep na prospect hoih jaw etna ziak a mundang leh gamdang zuan uh hi; eimi-te bel vai-te bang zen hilou in ah.. ut pen ziak hilou siam na sangzaw, I pianna gam in a zil tak louh ziak a mundang zuan ki hizaw tang pi hi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huchi ahih leh tua a zuan zou lou, tam pi za-a-sawmnga sang a tam zaw te bang loh ding hiam chih ngaihsut tham mah mah ching hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tulel a Indian economy bang ziak a hichi khan hiam? chih a dawnna om sun dia bel brain drain ahi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brain drain is our brain gain &lt;/span&gt;for india&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Technical line lam, Engineering khawng hon zoh chiang ua, maban sangzaw leh hoihjaw delh in mundang khawng zuan uh hi. Tulel a premiere engineering college te nidang a, US te sponsor khawng ahi uh hi. Huchi in further studies US te scholarship khawng mu in ana sun zom uh hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua bang a gam dang a om tamtak-te Inde mi lah hingal te Non Resident Indian kichi hi, a tom lam in NRI. Huchi ahih leh eilawi, inlum lou lum a om lou, gamdang a om lah hizen kei le leng, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NON-RESIDENT ZOMI&lt;/span&gt; I hi uh. A tom lam in NRZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huci bang NRI-te kum tam lou, a khen-te kum nga;  a khen te kum sawm chih khawng zoh chiang un a pianna gam uh zuan in hong kik nawn uh hi. Tua khawng ziak ahi, Indian economy muh theih phial a akhan. Gen ta mai mai le, kum thum paita in Sensex point siing khat (sang sawm or 10,000) le pha lou hi. Phet lou in 8,000 something lel khawng ahi. Tun ah ahih leh a leh nih ahi ta. Huchi a, innlam a kik thei lou ten leng a tam jaw in sum leh pai in phung vuh uh hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua NRZ kichi ten bang I hihta dua leh?   Khatvei kuahiam khat in "Eilawi Aigupta a saltang di bang a mundang a kinawn nawn I hi uh" achih ka phawk suah hi. Israel ten leng a gam uh gamkeu gam himah leh gam lei hoih na a suah sak theih uh leh eiten leng I gam ah nek piang hizah lai ah, Zun louh Zogam zuun leng bang a poi na lawm lawm om dia hia? Mundang a pai khe zou lou I mi leh sa tam tak te a khawngaih huai na chiang beek uh om eive maw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. this was written in Paite, my language, you might not understand but don't worry. hiai blog eipau a ka gelh mai ahi.. vaite khawng sim di deih huai vak lou inhcin.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-852246906644440037?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/852246906644440037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=852246906644440037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/852246906644440037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/852246906644440037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/non-resident-zomi-nrz.html' title='The Non-Resident Zomi (NRZ)'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35177999.post-9021293706414706071</id><published>2007-10-07T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:51:15.937+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyanaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dairy'/><title type='text'>Summer of '79</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, while I was having my lunch in the dining hall, a friend of mine came up and ask me whether I was from that state or not? I was shocked. A friend asking me the place where I was from at this point  of time. The truth is he knew where I was and he was just confirming it. And he was asking me because a senior, better call it an alumni came up to our hostel and he was from the same state where I came from and he was willing to meet those students from same state where  he hails! And I turn out to be the one and only choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ya. we met. He was a pass out of the college in 1979. Wow! thats amazing. He looks like the age of my father. I think they might have been in the same class with my dad, given the previledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was great meeting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him around the campus, to help him recollect his past memories. We walk down the memory lane. He said he even had a daughter who was pursuing her second year in bachelor degree somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, that someday it might come to pass that I might also be like a father to the students studying in the college where I was pursuing my higher degree. The thing is as we walk down the memory lane, passers by might thought that I was walking with my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-9021293706414706071?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9021293706414706071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=9021293706414706071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/9021293706414706071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/9021293706414706071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/summer-of-79.html' title='Summer of &apos;79'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-8555871997803473862</id><published>2007-09-29T14:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:37.329+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zogam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jog fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lian'/><title type='text'>Went to Jog Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont know whether I am a good citizen or not. A good citizen exercises his franchise. He goes to vote when the time comes for election. The day of election being a holiday for us. I rather use the opportunity to go out for a trip than to exercise my voting power.  So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; here are some of the photos as under... not in order of merit.. ha ha. which I captured them. We went for a trip to Jog fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv4Z42ceSfI/AAAAAAAAABw/gAX1Et1k970/s1600-h/100_0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv4Z42ceSfI/AAAAAAAAABw/gAX1Et1k970/s400/100_0810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115554691217770994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The picture above is jog fall&lt;/span&gt;. The highest water fall in India. It is about 800 m high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv4cAWceSgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ds3zUAErENM/s1600-h/100_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv4cAWceSgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ds3zUAErENM/s400/100_0809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115557019090045442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got caught with the water fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The white bright cascade behind the statue is the water fall. How crazy the water is! I thought. Why do they need to fall from such a high place. Thats too risky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv4dnWceShI/AAAAAAAAACA/UMGMBEOPqNE/s1600-h/100_0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv4dnWceShI/AAAAAAAAACA/UMGMBEOPqNE/s400/100_0811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115558788616571410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the way down the hill&lt;/span&gt;. For reaching the bottom of the fall we have to walk a Kilometer and a half or so down the steepy hill. With the place like the rainiest place on the universe, the roads are slippery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv4dnWceSiI/AAAAAAAAACI/lgJJZEnUepk/s1600-h/100_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv4dnWceSiI/AAAAAAAAACI/lgJJZEnUepk/s400/100_0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115558788616571426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;NO turning back. .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a49c321c89cc68d9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv9inmceSjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZyuJGTj14UE/s1600-h/100_0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv9inmceSjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZyuJGTj14UE/s400/100_0812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115916134190565938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall as seen from the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv9lgWceSmI/AAAAAAAAACo/0JzZXAOF5R4/s1600-h/100_0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv9lgWceSmI/AAAAAAAAACo/0JzZXAOF5R4/s400/100_0813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115919308171397730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The water flows with glee to meet their destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv9kMGceSlI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ullz0gIeBJg/s1600-h/100_0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/Rv9kMGceSlI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ullz0gIeBJg/s400/100_0819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115917860767418962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The misty bottom of the fall is so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-8555871997803473862?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a49c321c89cc68d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8555871997803473862/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35177999.post-793059849382602959</id><published>2007-09-08T07:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:20:37.565+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zogam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zomi'/><title type='text'>Chak de, What!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ONE MINUTE twenty four seconds to go. India v/s Pakistan Hockey match. With Pakistan leading the game by 1-0. The crowd cheers on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Utham&lt;/span&gt; Singh takes the ball. Passes on to Captain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kabir&lt;/span&gt; Khan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kabir&lt;/span&gt; dribbles towards the goal. Dribbles past goal keeper. Forty-four seconds to go. He lifts his hockey stick to strike for the one and last goal. India desperate for goal. This is goal for sure. But Captain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kabir&lt;/span&gt; fell down being tackled from behind. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;refree&lt;/span&gt; blew the whistle in favour of India. India got penalty chance. The clock ticks on. Only seconds left. 15... 14.. 13.. Pin drop silence. Captain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kabir&lt;/span&gt; takes the shot. It was a repetition of the David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beckham's&lt;/span&gt; Euro penalty miss. The ball flew way above the goal. &lt;em&gt;Extra high expert&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rukh&lt;/span&gt; Khan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SRK&lt;/span&gt; the king of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; portraye&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/RuIrhCKik5I/AAAAAAAAABg/WX6NFiQ_jDQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107692773908321170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/RuIrhCKik5I/AAAAAAAAABg/WX6NFiQ_jDQ/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d the pathetic Indian Hockey team as Captain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kabir&lt;/span&gt; Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the penalty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kabir&lt;/span&gt; with the Muslim name Khan was accused as a traitor for helping the Muslim-Pakistani players win the match by not scoring the lone goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back after seven years with much consideration to coach the Pathetic Under Dog Indian Hockey to lead the team to victory in the Hockey world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sometimes winning is everything"&lt;/strong&gt;. With this theme this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yash&lt;/span&gt; Raj film &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; is not just another poster in the wall. Its not just another movie in the multiplex either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film has lots of Messages in it. Unlike the other typical &lt;em&gt;Bollywood&lt;/em&gt; movie where the actor and actress dances around, smooching each other with just half a inch or so away from a kiss. Songs and some group dancings coming out of nowhere with no realation at all with the storyline of the film. Infact, Chak de is in the simplest term another break through for shedding all the dance items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One striking feature of the film is the inclusion the North-easterners in the film. But it is ironical to start the appearance of the two girls with an eve teasing scene. Whether it is desired or not desired, Believe it or not that is just a tip of the Ice-berg.&lt;br /&gt;I can somehow recall the dialoque of the two eve teasers. Though the spellings may not be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Chocolate-butter-scotch-vanilla Ice-cream kaha se ban gayi?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/RuIqliKik4I/AAAAAAAAABY/pINn0EjXtS0/s1600-h/B00000003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107691751706104706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tkaGWGSNnB0/RuIqliKik4I/AAAAAAAAABY/pINn0EjXtS0/s320/B00000003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Kahi se night club jana ho ga? Galti se ish taraf mur gayi hoga?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt;! to actually think that they went to the wrong place. Regarding the two promising young hockey players as taking the wrong direction for going to a night club. It is un imaginable. But the courage portrayed in this situation that the young lovely lady approach the roadside and give him a "SLAP!" Chak de!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres another woeful dialoque. Let me try my best on the translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Molly Zimik-Manipur, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Ralte-Mizoram, areh wah! Players from even the farthest corners of India also came! You are out guest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am glad!! Welcome!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence follow. No response. The two girls gazes the guy on the registration desk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kya hua?..... Khush nahi ho?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this sentence. The reply given to the above question. Her courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aap apne desh mein meheman ban kar khush raheng ge?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An english equivalence may be:&lt;br /&gt;"How can I be happy If I am regarded as a guest in my own country"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak de, DEAR. Thats the need of the moment. &lt;em&gt;The courage. &lt;/em&gt;And thats exactly what has happened and what is happening and what will be happening in real life. Not just in this screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these scripts, it is not unexpected that Jaideep Sahni's script has found a niche in Beverly Hills library to be made available for students, filmmakers, journalists and researchers&lt;br /&gt;It is ironical that the north-easterners were regarded as a guest in one's own country. How can somebody welcomes you as a guest in your own home!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from the movie about the two girls from north east: &lt;em&gt;The talented duo from the North East. Their school books taught them that they are Indians but Indians taught them otherwise. The only reason they play for the national team is that it is the only team they can play for. They would love to belong but not the team that calls them 'foreign', and definitely not the people that call them 'loose'. So they stick together and play for the love of the game and the honour of their people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wonderful how Masochon V. Zimik as &lt;em&gt;Molly Zimik&lt;/em&gt; and Kimi Laldawla as &lt;em&gt;Mary Ralte&lt;/em&gt; portrayed the true patriotic spirit of the North-easterners.&lt;br /&gt;The movie has created a new dimension in this regard. No one can be regarded as a foreigner in one's own country. Let the Bollywood screen speak out loud and bring out an awareness to the citizen of India. &lt;em&gt;Chak de, India&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise goes to the talented Duo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And it is part of the question that whether we have the courage to speak out against such oppressions and show off the true patriotic feelings. Though sometimes its hard to have such when the environment does not support. When One is a guest in ones own home. When one a foreigner in ones own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the Israelites when they lament that how can they sing a song of Zion in foreign land. Like wise, Is it the need of the hour that we have to move to the country where we belong. Which country? is the immediate question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray that someday, by some how and by some means the sun will some how rise and,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You will be you in your own home;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will be yourself in your own country&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;neither a guest nor a foreigner any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can we say " Chak de, India!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAK DE, NORTH-EASTERNERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-793059849382602959?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/793059849382602959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=793059849382602959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/793059849382602959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/793059849382602959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/09/chak-de-what.html' title='Chak de, What!'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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/_tkaGWGSNnB0/RuIrhCKik5I/AAAAAAAAABg/WX6NFiQ_jDQ/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35177999.post-4470249303887239838</id><published>2007-08-25T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-26T02:44:28.854+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss zomi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zomi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession of a dangeroud mind'/><title type='text'>Confession of a Dangerous Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A couple of years back, I was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Students#Second_year" target="blank"&gt;Sophomore&lt;/a&gt; with just a month past my freshmen year. Staying far away from home, visiting pages that publish news about home was one of the daily must to do task. It so happen during those days that I came across an online poll of Miss Zomi. It was hosted on one of the online edition of the pages that I frequented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Initially there were just an hundred voters who voted online. To be more precise this online poll was a part of the contest for the coveted title for the Miss Zomi. Among the list, there were just two people who I knew were from my community. I voted for one who looks better than the other one. Then came the present statistics. With around 19% of the total votes casted for her, she was way behind in the race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I began to do something which I would neither gain profit from it nor loss out of it. In fact, she was not known to me and It is for sure that the reverse wouldn't hold true either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;With our computer lab having around a hundred of computers being networked together. I began! The poll was designed in such a way that each unique voter in the sense that each unique computer can vote a single vote only. It was programmed so. But even if I cannot utilise the good side of technology to its fullest, I atleast know how to use the other side of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So I began my vote. I keep voting. May be around two hours or so. By the time I polled my last vote she got around 78 percent of the overall votes casted.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day was the real contest day. On the 20th of February, it was. The real stage show thing happens. It turns out to be that she was real good. She did really well. [As I saw video clippings of  the contest later] She finds favour of the judges to be crowned the MISS ZOMI title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;I presumed she deserved the title. But the thought came across my mind several times &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if the online polls were the deciding factor of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then I would like to give myself the undeserved credit of voting her to get coveted the title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-4470249303887239838?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4470249303887239838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=4470249303887239838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/4470249303887239838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/4470249303887239838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/08/confession-of-dangerous-mine.html' title='Confession of a Dangerous Mine'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-8094602511470898194</id><published>2007-07-27T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-31T02:05:30.298+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Ten things I like most!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I have been preparing myself for interviews these days. One of the most trivial and common questions they usually ask when it comes to the HR round after the technical round is "Tell us something about yourself". Then, sometimes it feels like "About me...!" , "About me!! no.. not this time".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;But to explore something about myself let me start with things that I like the most. Here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like to read books on a rainy day watching the rain outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like to eat things while reading. Espicially eating meat jerks or dried meat to be more simpler which I had in kilos due to my gracious parents who had specialized in preparation of meat jerks for my sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like to watch movies till late at night. And to be more specific, I enjoyed watching romantic movies rather than some action filled thriller movies. And scary movies are a simple "NO! NO!" to me [not because I'm scared]. Though I break the rules often due to the circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like to listen to soft music. Though I had a hard time remembering the lyrics. I ended up looping the songs like some dozen rounds. Where a friend once told me that he did not repeatedly listen to a single song with the hidden intention of pointing out to me that I was a song looper!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sleep is something which I really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;[let me try to complete it ASAP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-8094602511470898194?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8094602511470898194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=8094602511470898194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/8094602511470898194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/8094602511470898194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/ten-things-i-like-most.html' title='Ten things I like most!'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-3266454609703887590</id><published>2007-07-20T20:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-08T07:47:01.204+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delhi'/><title type='text'>The road not taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At around this time, three years back I was a young teenager, confused where exactly to go ahead? Neither I was confused because I was too ignorant and don't know what to do? Nor because I knew too much and had so many options to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I was confused because I don't &lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;know what exactly to choose from the very few paths laid before me on the road of life! I had taken a decision which I would regret later".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was during the period that spans between June and July. The gruelling heat of the summer adds to my hardship.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to taking crucial decisions in life, its hard to take the right choice. Especially when both are almost equally good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had to choose whether to join St. Stephen's College, one of the most prestigious college in India, at least prestigious in Delhi, and have a brand value or to join an engineering college and begin a Professional life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I choose the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now when I look back and see the path I have chosen, I sometimes said to myself "Why dint I choose not to join such a good college?". "Why did I leave such an opportunity?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May be I had a better opportunity to choose. I console myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh! Ya. That's life. I ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; which I have not done. Just a typical human species. I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-3266454609703887590?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3266454609703887590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=3266454609703887590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/3266454609703887590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/3266454609703887590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/road-not-taken.html' title='The road not taken'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-6541629720145031103</id><published>2007-07-15T02:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:50:18.545+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>When Harry meet Sally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Its been quite sometime since I've known her. From the moment we knew each other I felt like there is some sort of connection between us. It seems as if we have a lot of things in common. I was wondering how we had so many similarities. It simply clicks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;We were not far from each other. We were just a click away from each other. It will be  better if I mention how we first met. I remember her sending me a mail saying that I had been to their house once and she was asking me whether I still remember her. I said "Yes". Indeed I remember having been to their place with my in-law once  but I don't remember having seen her.&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;That's how we first met.&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;Ever since we came to know each other, we become closer day by day. Sometimes I wish  I can meet her again though I met her over the line almost everyday. I wanna see her in reality. But I thought it might be better not to see her, but just to be in touch with her. There are quite a few lines that tingles in my mind over and over again when the thought about her came up. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would I say?&lt;/span&gt;". Then I compromise upon myself that even if I had nothing to say just to be near would do.&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;Then comes summer. The grueling heat of the summer makes it more like a summer. I forget to mention that she too was a student. I went home for my vacation. But this time not my home sweet home but my in-law's home. That was the hometown where she did her higher studies.&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;Unlike other days, it was cloudy and the weather was so pleasant. Come what may, I went to the northern part of the city where she studies. With a friend of mine we hit on the road. &lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;align="justify" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt like myself when we finally met. Times just flies. I had to go back. Am on my  way back. On my way back I nearly bonk on a cow on the way not because I was dreaming while driving, I guess its because of the guy (my friend) sitting behind me. &lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;align="justify" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;That's how Harry meet Sally! &lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;/align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-6541629720145031103?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6541629720145031103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=6541629720145031103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/6541629720145031103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/6541629720145031103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-harry-meet-sally.html' title='When Harry meet Sally!'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-3761841288711038315</id><published>2007-06-30T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:12:37.357+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In the arms of peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This summer is different to me from the other summers that I have spent. Not because it is hotter than the twenty plus summers that had gone by in my life but it is because it is totally different, a totally different experience that I have experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found there is nothing as sweet as holding a baby sleeping peacefully in the arms. I would say "Oh! How sweet to hold a baby". I can feel the comfort and rest they have when they rest in the arms of peace. I wish I could give all the comfort that one could give. May be I gave all the comfort that I could give. That makes me feel happy. I would wonder to myself when would I hold my own baby. Oh! My own baby. Thats amazing. Isn't it? Its kind of sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-3761841288711038315?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3761841288711038315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=3761841288711038315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/3761841288711038315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/3761841288711038315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-arms-of-peace.html' title='In the arms of peace'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-5739661122302970420</id><published>2007-03-30T15:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:58:46.741+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Never gone</title><content type='html'>Its been quite sometime since i post my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;It is not that i am out of blogging.  I kind of shifted to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I've been engaged with updating &lt;a href="http://thuthang.wordpress.com/"&gt;newsblog&lt;/a&gt; which I thought would be a source of information for others. Its been updated daily. You can have a look at it to get fresh news about &lt;a href="http://thuthang.wordpress.com/"&gt;lamka&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-5739661122302970420?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5739661122302970420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=5739661122302970420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/5739661122302970420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/5739661122302970420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-gone.html' title='Never gone'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-5386310979082454759</id><published>2007-02-17T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:14:59.385+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First things first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;from my childhood memories &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nidang a ka neu lai pek in ah, ka paten SIXTH SCHEDULE chih a gen sek lam uh ka mang ngilh kei. Phalbi zan khawvot nuai ah, tap kawtawng ah zan khawvak phial a, gen nilouh sek uh ka mitkha ah a lang thei hi. Ka veng ua havildar pension khat toh ki-kum tui thei mah mah uhi. Huai hun khawng in bel, a thu om zia thuk tak in ka man chiah kei. Ahih hang in bang tan hiam bel theih theih na khat ka na nei thei veve hi. A nih ua POLITICS a chih sek uh lunglut tuak ahi uh chih bel ken ka na muh tuah theih omsun ahi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kum 1993 lak vel hi ding in ka gingta. Huai hun in bel ei &lt;b&gt;PAITE-te&lt;/b&gt; organisation -ZRO kichi hong kipat tung vel ahi. Tua hunlai in NAGA-KUKI namkal buai na a nasat saan lai vel ahi. Huai hunlai a ZRO president chi a a gensek uh Heutupa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Khaizasong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; ahi. Heutupa Khaizasong min bel a houlim na uah a lohkhak kei uleh kimlou hileh kilawm in a kilang hi. Unau kuki-te bel sadar hills lam a pan in hong galtai uhi. Ka tenna Khaw hausa uh bel Kukite ahi. Hitamah leh, eimi bel a kimkhat phial kipha ve ve hi. Tun bel huai khua omlai hia chih le ka thei nawn chiah kei. Dam in houh tum mangta a diam ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Heutupa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Khaizasong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; kiang a, va hoh a weekend khawng a zankhat va giak suk a thu om dan va gen pih ding chi a ka pa lamka a ava hohsuk lam ka thei sim mil mial hi. Ken bel tua hunlai khawng in ZRO kichi khawng bang hiam organisation thupi mah mah di khawng hi ding in ka na gingta hi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tua i hong piching deuh a I hong theih thak thak leh, Maimah oh! chih mai ngai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Ka gin tak dan in ahihleh ZRO or ZRA ten thau khat le nih kan a neih uh ka ging kei, huai lai in ah. Huaisa tam jaw ana neih khak zen zen u leh lah kipah huai lua... HATS OFF!! Ahihkei a, bang mah galvan ana neih kei tak uleh lah, khasiat huai. CONSOLATION!! A bang a bang hitaleh, Awlmoh tei chu ana hi ding a, ka pan "hiai thahdou te bang hiam I loh kei leh I gam uh hon luah dim ding uah ahi" chi sek hi. Huai thu khawng Khaikhansong va kikup pih sek hidin ka ngaih tuah hi. Ahih ziak in lah, khat pa pen bilvuhlouh mah ana bang hidin ka ging. Ka pan jaw bangtan hiam ana mu eive ka chih na chiang a om hi. Tun bel unau thahdoute  lamka sehvel ah eimite zah mah mah a phata uh. Tua dungzui in THADOU gal minthang hong kipan hi. Kapan jaw hiai khawng ana mu khol ahi chih ka khonung ngaihtuah chiang in ka theikhe thak thak hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Huai hunlai khawng in bangtan hiam pan lak ana hileh jaw..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I HOPE THE PROBLEM CAN BE SOMEHOW AVERTED..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Huai hunlai pek in ah SIXTH SCHEDULE chih ana gen sek uhi. UT chih khawng jaw gen pha nai khang. Ken bel bang a om zia chih bel kana man tak tak kei. Ahih ziak in bel, vacation lai khawng ahih ziak in, lunglut huai sa in huai khawng ka kam kam in ka na ngai hiik hek hi. Bang hiam bek kup di nei leng chih bel ka ut sam hi. Tua lah sixth-schedule e bang dul e chih te gam la sim mah mah lai leh kilawm. Hitamahleh, lung ke keini maw? chikhempeuhle. Ah ei naupang mawl in bang hiam va kup vak a phatuam lua om din ka ging kei. Amau a piching ten le sithu nam gen a akikup ua le bang mah kawdawk lou hiven. Comic character Zoukhankhual in a ngaih zawng nu min a kidnap uh chih a zak a hehlua a, "Ka HAPI ka na gawi khia!" a chih bang phet a ei thu gen vai lak zuk tak mah bang, phet lou a "Nang naupang in aak ek le tuan dalh zou kei ni teh!" chih loh tak mai mah phet di houh a diam ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gensau zeklai le, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;huai hunlai khawng in bel ZRO kichite le CHIIMNUAI ah teng lai uhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Tun bel chang kang deuh ta, bang hiam kikhen na om hi in ka ging.. CHIIMTUNG ah tengta uhi. Ka theih khelh ahih kei leh. Innlam pai louh na le sawt simta ahih ciang a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tua gen gen sixth schedule bang dul e, UT bang TI e chihte mangngilh zual le, huai sang in ah ken jaw, a masa di te masa sak masa le chi ka hi. Churachandpur a chih gige uh, beek lamka chih in kheng leng hilou di hia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mi'n ASSAM apan AHOM a akhen theih ua, BOMBAY apan MUMBAI, CALCUTTA apan KOLKATTA a akhen theih ua leh en bang dia, CHURACHANDPUR APAN LAMKA A KHENG LAH DI.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hitamahleh, hiai ah bang hiam a kimlou khat om? Kuan kheng di a kun ma kai di chih hita? Heututen lah SSPP khawng tawpsan a POLITIKS diktak a hon lut san uh ahih chiang a, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;bang hiam bek hon thai khiat uh lamen hang maw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-5386310979082454759?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5386310979082454759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=5386310979082454759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/5386310979082454759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/5386310979082454759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-things-first.html' title='First things first'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-3897606705157080945</id><published>2007-01-16T00:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:22:25.868+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>ON A LAB DAY OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell u something which happened, though it may not be that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you know what it feels when u did something wrong and you can make it right but when you realise that change was inevitable. What it is to be in that situation!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was in the lab. I am not gonna tell you what lab it is. Because you may have a quick mouth and the word may spread. I'm still having that tingling, tungling scaring like feeling coz the sequence may not be a sweet music. Okay, what exactly was that given a problem I have to provide a solution and I am suppose to write down the solution on a note or a paper. And the solution, i should say not to go to the detail had to be present in the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I did was, I solve the problem, make a solution wrote it down on a paper, and upload the solution on the web. As these are as an assignment, I did it in my room. That doesn't matter much. Now here comes the real picture. On reaching the lab, I was informed that high standard steps [syntax to be more precise] cannot be used. Yet change was not even in my dream. I am too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was by fate or luck, the demonstration had to be done to another instructor who was new to it!! Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its a sad story huh! or funny or nothing of that sort? Don't worry. Come back sooon!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with yet another not better than ever story..... &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Scrapbook.aspx?uid=14481621443238744325"&gt;do scrap me sometime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-3897606705157080945?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3897606705157080945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=3897606705157080945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/3897606705157080945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/3897606705157080945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-lab-day-out.html' title='ON A LAB DAY OUT!!!'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-7976545672181364604</id><published>2007-01-07T13:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:24:33.056+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vacation diary'/><title type='text'>A day in chennai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A tangpi in vacation a innlam ka pai chiang in Chennai ka tawn jel hi. Ka college ua pat direct train a omlouh man in, college a pan chennai tan train khat la in, Chennai a pan train dang ka man zel uhi. Train khen zel a ngaih man in lamkal ah, train dang mat na sung in dakkal tamlou sung khawng chennai a ka tam zel uhi. Zillai I hih chiang in ah,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Huihkhua &lt;/span&gt;a pai chihte bel sawmluat in kinei lou hi. Ahihhangin tulai lenna tuan man akiat ziak in option khat in bel koih theih veve hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khatvei huchibang a ka pai in, train kheng in chennai ah dakkal nga vel ka taam uhi. Eimite chennai a IIT Madras a lutthak khat om hi. Innvengte ahih  ziak le hituanlou in, na kiang kong pha di ka chi hi.  Amah toh station ah kimutuah in  a hostel khawng uh ka va pha hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chennai I chih bel Tamil te tamna mah mah ahi.  A tam mah louh ua , a capital city uh khat hi sam ven maw? Tamil pau kammal nih-le-thum kaan theilou I hih chiang a, vaipau mah hong tung zel hi. Vaipau chihbel  Hindi chiin theisiamle ahi pen mai. Hitamahleh Tamil ten vaipau ana ngaina lawlou uhi. Sappau le huchibang in ah. Hiai pentak, Eimi te toh i kibatna mah mah uh khat hi'n ka thei. Eilawi le vaipau theih chih malak lak ah, Meitei pau nangawn le sikhawp teek hang a. A meitei leikai deuh te'n bel ana thei ua hiven ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro  city khat dia chu chennai khawpi siangthou lua leh nuam lua ahi khol kei. Bus bangleng luithei peetmah, a pawlam et in ah. Lamka lam a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four by four&lt;/span&gt; thak omlou chih dan deuh ahi. Tam vei sim chennai ka tawnkha na a, a thaklua bus muh ka nei tam nai kei. Ahih hangin a running condition bel hoihlaw mah mah thethup jel ahi. Khaw om dan ah, phalbi leh khawvot chih kikhen tuam law lou ahi. Phalbi a le vot law tuan lou. Khawlum a chu, a nuam lua chih na di bel om in ka ging kei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City overcrowded mah mah himai. City bus bang dim theilua, a driver pan a nung a delh chih di khop ahi. Suburbun train bel om mah leh, ka theih chai luat louh ziak un ah, bus mah in ka pai uhi. Bus tuan man ki man pet mah. A bus te a nopluat louh ziak a, a kimat sak uh a de aw ka chi sim hi. Lawmpa hostel a sawt omlou in ka kikpah uhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalawmte lak ah, ei singtangmi kei kia ka hi. Station a train ngak a ka om u leh, mikhat in vaipau in hong houpih mamalh hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Aap kaha zana he?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Gwahati!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uske baat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka kigen gen uah leh tanau melhaih ka na himai mah uhi. Amau ahih leh honna gal muh ua pan eimi hidin hon na gingta pah uhi. A va houpih tu di pen zok omlou in kinolhtuah nilouh ana himaimah uhi. India a kilkawm teng a kiomsuak phialta ahi de aw chih ngaihdan hon nei sak hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buldeuh a ka kisuut uleh kitanau pi kana hilim uhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawtpi kihou ut le ung le ka train hong tun man in ka pai mai a ngaita. Amau leng innlam pai di hong kikha ahi uhi. Huchiin eimite toh meileeng ah nuamtak in innlam ka zuankhawmta uhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-7976545672181364604?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7976545672181364604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=7976545672181364604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/7976545672181364604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/7976545672181364604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-in-chennai.html' title='A day in chennai!'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-7679127355493839045</id><published>2006-11-17T19:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:11:23.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; What if i have a time machine? I haven't thought about it though. What if i am given the chance to have a time a machine. Before that, what if a time machine exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will a time machine ever exist? I guess, i guess so. Who knows? Then there would be the question. Would I  move forward my  time or  would i  keep as it is?  Or may be i would rewind it back and repeat the past over again again. I think it would be a combination of all possible combination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-7679127355493839045?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7679127355493839045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=7679127355493839045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/7679127355493839045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/7679127355493839045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-machine.html' title='Time Machine'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-7111579204626255828</id><published>2006-10-10T20:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:00:53.128+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a short poem'/><title type='text'>O little flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pluck a flower in the garden&lt;br /&gt;With gentle and care&lt;br /&gt;In the morning so calm and pleasant&lt;br /&gt;So lovely , so dear&lt;br /&gt;You are O' Little flower&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Feels so light in your presence&lt;br /&gt;Your aroma my incense&lt;br /&gt;I took you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;and every bit of my part&lt;br /&gt;For you are the loveliest among the flower&lt;br /&gt;you stood like a high tower&lt;br /&gt;so bright and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the green pasture&lt;br /&gt;I hold you in my own arm&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your charm&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my care&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;But comes the dark shade&lt;br /&gt;O dear, My dear you fade&lt;br /&gt;You left me all alone&lt;br /&gt;With your bright shine in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Now filled me with mourning&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart away&lt;br /&gt;And left amidst the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;©lyan tombing,2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-7111579204626255828?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7111579204626255828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=7111579204626255828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/7111579204626255828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/7111579204626255828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-little-flower.html' title='O little flower'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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-35177999.post-115960033872597885</id><published>2006-09-30T12:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:49:08.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A humble beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok let me start it off. Its my first blogging ever. I was still even not sure of the true meaning of the word blog.Who cares whatever the meaning be. I did this not because I am so jobless and had nothing to do other than spend my ,supposed to be, precious time writing things on the web. But I love writing though It is technically typing or we can call it hitting tiny buttons on the key board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Neither do I blog because I don't have to walk miles to go to the computer center where the super computer with super slow performance resides nor because I no longer have to hide my browser window in the class room for fear of getting caught surfing in the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Though I love writing, as I said so, I was scarce of thought at this particular moment staring at my monitor and waiting eagerly for what would come. So far so good. From a starter who can expect too much. A single line blog would also do. I guess!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;site feeds&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35177999-115960033872597885?l=lyanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115960033872597885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35177999&amp;postID=115960033872597885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/115960033872597885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35177999/posts/default/115960033872597885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyanaz.blogspot.com/2006/09/humble-beginning.html' title='A humble beginning...'/><author><name>maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02609535227784914861</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></feed>
