<?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-7948764</id><updated>2011-07-17T13:58:50.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumania</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948764.post-113958930497274517</id><published>2006-02-10T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:35:04.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kiss</title><content type='html'>It was Monday,first day of the week.Never was Rahul more happy to be waking up early...His ten years 10+2 years in an all boys school,had made him rather lazy to wake up,get ready and go to school. Yes,he could not help but he had fallen in love with Fiona his only friend."It's been two months the lectures are getting awfully boring..",said Rahul."Yup, then y'd u attend?",Fiona said as if to start a conversation.She would always have to find out something wrong on what Rahul said,maybe she liked troubling him."To give you company",said Rahul."Aww...thats so sweet of you",murmered Fiona as she hugged Rahul."Next year we will not be together",said Fiona."Dont worry",said Rahul,"I will change my class next year...to be with you",as they both watched the rain outside.........&lt;br /&gt;          As they were standing there watching the rain,they turned toward each other, no words had been spoken, as if the rain had taken away their ability to talk. They looked into each other's eyes and still without saying a word, they stepped toward each other,they embraced and then their lips met; soft, warm, moist a totally sensual moment, but being so young,they had only the vaguest idea what sensual was.Their lips stayed together a long time, the rain falling in these huge drops. Finally they parted and they both knew that THE THING had finally happened for both of them.Rahul and Fiona's First Kiss..........unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt; Note:The characters are fictitious and bear no resemblence to anyone living or dead.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                             Ruman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-113958930497274517?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113958930497274517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=113958930497274517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/113958930497274517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/113958930497274517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-kiss.html' title='First Kiss'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-113544600891721321</id><published>2005-12-24T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T09:40:08.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>One thought provoking aspect of the birth of christ is that it was around the same time as the birth of  Buddha, Mithras and Dionysius. This time probably signifies rebirth....but the other issues like say father christmas....and many more ...make you think don't they..?Not askin people wat to think or do..but to just take a while or a thought and employ their reasoning power...................................Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-113544600891721321?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113544600891721321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=113544600891721321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/113544600891721321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/113544600891721321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-113009075528715793</id><published>2005-10-23T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:56:23.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes its time...its time to work hard...If you want to marry the princess, you have to slay the       dragon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-113009075528715793?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113009075528715793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=113009075528715793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/113009075528715793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/113009075528715793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-time.html' title='Its Time'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-113009012247596172</id><published>2005-10-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:55:22.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly names</title><content type='html'>hmm hebrew word for lily...thought as much that it would be a flower. So another girl named after a flower ..rose...lily...dahlia....daisy...jasmine..Yups they have the ability to bring good cheer alright....I wonder if people would name their girls..sunflower..or...lotus..orchid...N e ways wots in the name..haa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-113009012247596172?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113009012247596172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=113009012247596172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/113009012247596172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/113009012247596172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2005/10/girly-names.html' title='Girly names'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-112135651687544092</id><published>2005-07-14T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T08:55:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feels great..........</title><content type='html'>it feels good to know..that someone admires you...and it feels even better...when someone attempts to be like you.....no better high.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-112135651687544092?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112135651687544092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=112135651687544092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/112135651687544092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/112135651687544092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/feels-great.html' title='feels great..........'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-111332519431677484</id><published>2005-04-12T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T09:59:54.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Rock</title><content type='html'>The density, intricacy and mainly its evasion by old school populace has made this topic not being talked about a lot .The topic ofcourse is ‘Rock Music’…This modest&lt;br /&gt;work of mine would lead to a better understanding of Rock n’ Roll. To have a proficient perception of Rock music though you need to identify yourself with it.&lt;br /&gt;     Rock music is very complex. In fact it’s stylistic scope is too broad to be encompassed by any single definition. The nearest description suggests Rock music to be a kind of music that symbolizes and speaks for the young society. The music has it’s own characteristic heavy beats. There was the Rock of the 50’s, Rock of the 60’s, 70’s and so on. There had been several famous composers, groups and bands who have confirmed the various characteristics of this music in all decades.&lt;br /&gt;     Rock n’ Roll of the 1950’s was when Rock music  was born .It surfaced from rhythm and blues, a music similar to jazz played by the black americans. This kind of music started to attract teenagers. D.J. Alan Freed was the one who introduced this music and later gave it the name Rock n’ Roll. Record companies distributed records played bywhites but composed by blacks. Whites were frustrated because there weren't any white artists and they didn't want the blacks to be the stars until Bill Haley appeared with his "Rock Around the Clock". In this decade, Elvis Presley introduced a music that was sexual, suggestive and outraged dull old populace. In time he changed the style of the music by adopting a country and western style and became a national hero. By the end of this decade and the start of the next, Rock n' Roll started to decline because it was formula ridden and it was too sentimental. Teenage audiences transferred their allegiance to Folk music.    In 1963 the renewal of Rock n' Roll came when The Beatles began playing.The Beatles, for some the best rock group ever, were from Liverpool, England. Through the 60's, The Beatles dominated the record industries and with their dominant instrumentation, which included: electric leads, rhythm, and bass guitar, drums and sometimes an electric organ, changed the name of Rock n' Roll to just Rock. During the 1960's many other styles of music arose from Rock like, Motown, Soul music, Jazz rock, Folk-rock and others.    Folk-Rock the most appreciated of these derivations and was first suggested by Bob Dylan. This kind of music brought to folk music a hard beat and amplification; and to Rock, a new poetic style. First it was characterized for its surfing music, a very joyful music that reflected the fun people had while surfing. The Beach Boys were the onesWho introduced this kind of music.     At the end of the century this happy kind of music changed to a more rebellious style that was designated the name of "hippie music". Groups that played this music were Country Joe and others. Along with this hippie ideas popularity of hallucinogenic drugs produced a psychedelic style of music called Acid Rock. By the end of the 60's thedistinctions between Rock n' Roll and Rock were evident. The early instruments- saxophone, piano, amplified guitar, and drums- had been changed to electric guitar and bass, amplified drums and other electronic devices. Not only did the instruments change but so did the ideas behind the music. Groups like The Beach Boys, Crew Cuts and The Everly Brothers were replaced by more imaginative, non-descriptive names groups like The Who, Jefferson Airplane, Big Brother and Holding Company. The Who, the most famous of these groups, were originally from England and were reknowned because of their bizarre stage performances, they would destroy their instruments after their performance finished. The Who was one of the first rock groups.    In the 70's, the common barriers of rock broke into more divisions, like hard rock and mellow rock. Hard Rock was extremely loud and electronically amplified and Mellow Rock was softer and with acoustic instruments. In 1972,in Jamaica, a new style of music was created called Reggae. Reggae is a mixture of rock, soul, calypso and Latin music. The king of Reggae was Bob Marley. Other styles more in rocks borders, since Reggae was more latin than rock, were created in the middle of this century, like: bubble gumrock, a funny playful music directed to the youngest fans, Punk Rock, which is aloud, hard rock style derived from acid rock and marked by its extremes ofcostume and staging , and Heavy Metal, which continued the approach to Acid Rock but with a simpler musical dimension but relying upon the power of repetitiveness, loud volume, and electronic distortion.      One famous group of Heavy Metal was Led Zeppelin, a British group that was formed in 1968 by Jimmy Page (lead guitar), Robert Plant (lead singer), John Paul Jones (pianist and bassist) and John Bonham (drummer). Most music of this decade was intended to be listened to, but not to be danced. But this intention wasn't kept by Disco music that arose in 1977 and was especially for dancing. One great group of Disco music were the Bee Gees. Disco music was described by rock fans as mechanical, commercial and unlyrical. At the end of this decade, rock, again became a dominant cultural force.   Then the rock music of 1980’s, at the start of this last decade, rock groups became more production oriented, mainly because of the sudden explosion of videos. This new sensation was a good way to sell music to the people. Heavy metal bands were greatly pushed by videos, but most helped were the popular performers like Michael Jackson, Prince and Boy George. At the same time, there of nostalgia to return to the older pre rock music, like rhythm and blues, which was suggested by played by Elvis Costello. By the middle of the 80's, almost every country had begun to support indigenous music, andat the end of this "a vigorous talk-song style called rap became extremelypopular among urban black teenagers"        Rock music teaches to appreciate things in a different way. Since rock is not an exact science, it can change. In fact Rock music helps to unwind . I think rock has become social phenomena. So do you people ‘Rock’ as well………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-111332519431677484?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111332519431677484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=111332519431677484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/111332519431677484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/111332519431677484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-rock.html' title='I Rock'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-111332511371158389</id><published>2005-04-12T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T09:58:33.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all of a sudden..................</title><content type='html'>I was getting married.That's right  soon I was to be legally united with a woman for the purpose of living together for the rest of our lives.I wondered to myself if that was the right definition of getting married or it's just a commitment  or  is it a bond which is easy to make but hard to break. Janet, my fiance  whom I had hardly known for a few weeks and I still wondered if it was the right time to go ahead and fall into the nuptial net.&lt;br /&gt;     We had been discussing our wedding and it seemed as if I were non-existing;"I want a garland of pink flowers,no roses I'am allergic to roses,the music should be this ,the wedding cake like this........."What the hell this is my marriage too ,I then thought .How would you like to wear a tux at your marriage when you always wanted to wear a suit on your wedding day?And what's worse no one can hear you.We had been arguing day and night since the day I  had proposed to her .I also had second thoughts about this marriage and I don't know if it was the right thing a day before our marriage.We were suppose to meet the clergy and decide upon the time.&lt;br /&gt;   During our counseling session with the clergy we met this another couple Zach &amp; Flo who wished to have the same day &amp;amp; time for their wedding day as ours .From the way both looked at each other they seemed so much in love with each  other.From the way they spoke to the clergy about themselves they seemed to have no quarrels or differences in opinion. And from the stories they told us it seemed as if they had no problems in their relation and that they were made for each other &amp; that they were soulmates &amp;amp; were ready to spend the rest of their lives together  .And we had no stories to tell about our relationship except    for  a passionate kiss in the car which ofcourse could’nt be mentioned to the clergy. But I must admit that Janet is a wonderful kisser. Besides this we had nothing to talk of our relation.&lt;br /&gt;        There was still some confusion in my head and heart was in  a state of  dilemma  .May be I was just nervous about the whole thing  as it was all happening so fast. When I go to the church to attend a wedding ceremony I get nervous even though it is not my marriage. The clergy makes me nervous ; the little lit candles make me nervous ; the sight of the huge church organ makes me nervous ;everything makes me nervous ;even god makes me nervous .The moment I go through the gate of a church and  attempt to stay calm , I become an irresponsible fool .I had no clue what to do.&lt;br /&gt;       The other day I and Janet were invited by Zach and Flo on a double date to this beautiful but a dangerous spot on the high mountain peaks where lovers met and made vows to stay together even after death. In a word some people considered it to be a must thing to do before marriage &amp; Flo &amp;amp; Zach were  one of the few couples . I thought it would be a good idea  to join them &amp; would give me a chance to know my partner better .So I forced Janet to come along, though  I was unhappy about the fact that she was not ready to come of her own will.&lt;br /&gt;     The area was densely wooded, scattered over with great rocks and up by a number of deep ravines and it was snowing as if it had never snowed before . The path  the whole way ran through heavy  jungle, and was bordered in some places by big rocks , and in others by bushes .At the far right hand side the flat ground went round the edge of a big rock and the dropped steeply .It was at this rock the couple  had to stand and take their vows. The sight was scary when  you looked down as it was steep as a wall &amp; behind  was a huge snow covered peak which would send down an avalanche even with the slightest vibration.&lt;br /&gt;      Zach &amp; I decide to have a look down the steep rock, while the girls waited in the car . Without the slightest  warning snow came rushing down towards us from the peak behind us and  we were hanging at the edge of the rock thousands of metres above solid ground. Now  another avalanche  was certain to take us down and slam us down on the hard  earth and  death was near .There was another avalanche advancing towards us and I thought this was it .  I looked  if I could see Janet probably for the last time. There Janet was rushing towards me to help me ,I told her to run and save her life but she  wouldn’t listen. Zach shouted for help from Flo but  she  wouldn’t listen ,she  got down from the car and ran for shelter. But my Janet was there for me ,she  came to me and I looked into her eyes and it was then I realized  that this was the woman with whom I would spend  the rest of my life. Even the gods were pleased and miraculously the  flowing snow from the mountain stopped all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                       24-10-2003.&lt;br /&gt;Note all characters in this story are fictitious and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-111332511371158389?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111332511371158389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=111332511371158389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/111332511371158389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/111332511371158389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-of-sudden.html' title='all of a sudden..................'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-111194923152970522</id><published>2005-03-27T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T10:47:11.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflagration.......</title><content type='html'>Love is one of the strongest emotions that one can experience.  It can arise ever so unexpectedly, spreading over every inch of a person like wildfire.But as the feelings become more intense, the flame of passion can turn into a blazing fire that burns excruciatingly through every vein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-111194923152970522?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111194923152970522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=111194923152970522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/111194923152970522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/111194923152970522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/conflagration.html' title='Conflagration.......'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-110969712746484935</id><published>2005-03-01T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:12:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUSS..</title><content type='html'>juss some thing to feel good&lt;br /&gt;i dint love her because she was beautiful, she was beautiful because i had loved her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-110969712746484935?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110969712746484935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=110969712746484935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110969712746484935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110969712746484935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2005/03/juss.html' title='JUSS..'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-110710566278487342</id><published>2005-01-30T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:21:02.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idoits........</title><content type='html'>         Some people  have "problems" They just seem to be always weird. Even when nothing really appears to be provoking them, these people are feeling incited, taken advantage of, belittled, or abused in some way. Sometimes their perceptions are accurate, other times they are distorting their experience massively.why the fuck do they react when its no big a deal...It's like you killed someone with a pin......anyways some people are kinda weird....can't help but juss say why the fuck are these people in the world.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-110710566278487342?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110710566278487342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=110710566278487342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110710566278487342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110710566278487342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2005/01/idoits.html' title='Idoits........'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-110382821716009408</id><published>2004-12-23T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T10:56:57.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juss thinkin.........</title><content type='html'>                   Christmas was, once, a wonderful time that was celebrated with family, friends . The elders would gather the children around the fire place and tell them the story about Jesus Christ who was born on Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;            Some people, now, call it a "a day off from office work." People stand in line at at malls, after Thanksgiving, then rush through the doors to buy,purchase and buy more.....But wondering on what is the real meaning of christmas...Is it juss buyin things , gifts...we all celebrate different festivals being in a country as diverse as ours...we have numerous festivals are these meant only for buying and exchanging gifts I sometimes wonder.... ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-110382821716009408?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110382821716009408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=110382821716009408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110382821716009408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110382821716009408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/juss-thinkin.html' title='Juss thinkin.........'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-110382683244749556</id><published>2004-12-23T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T10:33:52.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare one of the Nightmare series......</title><content type='html'>               This is nightmare  one.I was in the elevator........had to use it coz my web cartridge was empty so was not able to swing across to home.............So I had to use the elevator...This hugewoman stood next to me.She probably weighed well over around 400 lbs. She stood in frontof me real close and looked down at my poor innocent brown eyes. Then she looked me in the eye as though peering deep into my soul "Did you ever try a big woman?" she said." Try me you mightlike it." I had a vision of being pinned under her on the carpet struggling for air as I was being smothered to death.What would I be able to tell her I thought? I valued air more than sex?I took my eyes off of her's and looked straight ahead only to discover two mountain sized chests.The thought of these things smothering my head added to my mental horror. I tried to lean back and take a look down. When I saw the size of the rest of her and realizing how small I was, I thought this women is having dillussions of wishful thinking and I tried tostop the elevator but all of a sudden the lights went off....................Huge women give een spidey a scare.........................&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-110382683244749556?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110382683244749556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=110382683244749556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110382683244749556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110382683244749556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/nightmare-one-of-nightmare-series.html' title='Nightmare one of the Nightmare series......'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-110207057819876526</id><published>2004-12-03T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T03:48:11.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSION IMPOSSIBLE-3         </title><content type='html'>There was no moon that night,and the deathly stillness of the surroundings was broken only occasionally by the barking of a street dog.It was pouring and the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into steady blows.On such a cold December night,a lone figure could be seen hurrying across to the Church gate station.Catching a seat in an unusually empty local train,he sat back ."Bhai saab time kya hai?",asked a strange voice from behind.He looked back straight over to the stranger with his bulging bloodshot eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The stranger was panicstriken in a second as if he had committed a henious crime by asking him the time.&lt;br /&gt;Sweating profusely the stranger continued turning the pages of his tome.The trains destination was Andheri railway station.Ten minutes later the train reached Andheri and a 9 hour long flight took&lt;br /&gt;Kalicharan across the oceans to The United states of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalicharan was a killer ,a man trained in hard school for killing and a graduate of many encounters with the Mumbai Police. Yes,kalicharan was a TERRORIST; a man who wanted to prove something but only by means of senseless violence.And he wasn’t in the states for a holiday; he had a job to do;a mission to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning at the headquarters of the F.B.I , sat General Gibson talking over the phone to A.C.P Khan of the Mumbai police special forces. He turned to Major Russell Hanks and said,”The Indian police have confirmed report about Kalicharan being upto some mischief.” “Hmm..”,said the General,”It seems that Kalicharan is already in California and plans to abduct my favourite actress.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what this means,Russ?He plans to kidnap JULIA!!” After thinking for a while he said,&lt;br /&gt;“Send for Agent Nick”.&lt;br /&gt;Julia was a famous actress and a personal favourite of Agent Nick as well.An hour later a man entered the headquarters of the F.B.I. Yes t’was Agent Nick,a man of principle-a poet and a scholar,a man who was sickened by the violence that had been woven into the very fabric of his life.And he was the only who could stop Kalicharan from carrying out his mad plan. JULIA was a in L.A for her shooting schedule and knew nothing of the threat that Kalicharan posed to her life.”I want you to reach to Julia before this madman does”, ordered General Gibson.&lt;br /&gt;As agent Nick left the headquarters he thought,"Well,boy,the chase is on!"He got into his red Ferrari and drove away.His destination was small restaurant in L.A, where JULIA was shooting for her new film 'NAUGHTY WOMAN'.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in L.A ,in front of Julia's dressing room, a taxi pulled up at the security gate.As the security guard looked into the car,he peered into Kalicharans bloodshot eyes."I am from the press .Let me through now!"said Kalicharan. The guard sensed some mischeif and would not open the gate."Son of a *+*",said Kalicharan, and a bullet ripped through the guards head.Kalicharan got out of the car and was headed straight to Julia. Moments later Agent Nick reached the spot and was surprised to see the security guard in a pool of blood.'This is it',he said to himself and pulling a gun out of his pocket he ran forward.&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later he heard a scream from the ladies toilet.Agent Nick being a big fan of Julia's, had seen all her movies,and could tell without doubt that the scream was Julia's. Kalicharan was pointing his gun towards Julia and looked a menacing figure as ever.At that very instant Agent Nick burst into the room,&lt;br /&gt;breaking the glass pane of the window,with a gun blazing in his hands.The first bullet hit Kalicharan in the arm and the second bullet ripped through his head.With Kalicharan dead and Julia in his arms Agent Nick&lt;br /&gt;said,"Adios Amigos ....",closing the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;-RUMAN&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Note all the characters are fictitious and bear no resembelance to anyone living or dead......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-110207057819876526?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110207057819876526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=110207057819876526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110207057819876526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110207057819876526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/mission-impossible-3.html' title='MISSION IMPOSSIBLE-3         '/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-110207008444201694</id><published>2004-12-03T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T02:34:44.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A curse</title><content type='html'>                                                         &lt;br /&gt;            "We are thrown in this world without any rime or reason"-A french philosopher based the whole philosophy of  existentialism on this thought. People have always been probing into the query why are&lt;br /&gt;into this world which is so full of weariness, fever and fret. And  we have examinations to add to this weariness .&lt;br /&gt;        Examinations are a curse !Well, most students regard examinations as a curse, and in a sense they are a curse.The approach of examinations brings along  horrible past memmories of  sleepless nights and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;It also means the beggining of  fear in the mind of a student,and the fear is at its height when the examination is about to commence.The examinations and the results are the only worry of  the  student, their only anxiety;examinations are like a sour lemon in a basketfull of sweetlimes because they are the only unpleasant experience in a otherwise happy and carefree life.The bugbear of an examination interrupts&lt;br /&gt;the smoot course of a students life.Games,musical concerts ,debates and other extra curriclar activities are all stopped for some time as studens get busy  for examination preparations. Students are not to be found in college corridors, lawn, cinema houses,restaurants and other places of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;       "O solitude! where are the charms&lt;br /&gt;         that eager have seen in thy face?&lt;br /&gt;         Better dwell in the midst of alarms&lt;br /&gt;         than reign in this horrible place."&lt;br /&gt;        are William Cowpers   words which I say to myself  when I find no one around during the examination days.&lt;br /&gt;      Some  students do regard examinations to be spur to effort,or an incentive to work.They believe examinations are held to test  a students ability,to check up the work they have done during the term, to judge what progress they have made and to determine whether they have been utilising or wasting their time.If there were no examinations,the merits of the various students could not be judjed,nor would the majority of students take any interest in their studies.They think that all these things combine to urge a student to hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;     On the other hand ,I believe examination are not  a relaible test of the  ability of students.A student may memorise cartain portions of the text and if a question is set from the portions he has prepared ,he will no doubt secure good marks,while another student, brighter and more intelligent than the first ,may not show good results because he did not specially prepare the questions which were set in the examination.Similarly it may be said that the standard of marking all papers is not the same,because different examiners mark differrent papers in different moods.Most educationists now  agree  that a simple crucial examination is certainly no test of ability;they therefore insist upon a series of tests of knowledge and intelligence over a period of a few years.The argument has no doubt a great deal of truth in it but on the whole it may be said that  the good students do not usually show bad results and that negligent students donot usually pass.&lt;br /&gt;     It is however undeniable, that examinations do exert an unusual strain upon the minds of students who lose all their zest for life at the commencement of an examination.The reason for all this is that throughout the term the students have paid little heed to their studies so when a test is near they have to concentrate all their energis upon their books.The best way to keep a watch on the students' labour and regularity is through practical series and internal assesment. But in the long run even this has its drawbacks..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-110207008444201694?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110207008444201694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=110207008444201694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110207008444201694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/110207008444201694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/curse.html' title='A curse'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</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-7948764.post-109241835998126663</id><published>2004-08-13T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T10:10:11.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUMAN</title><content type='html'>This are a few of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948764-109241835998126663?l=rumanworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109241835998126663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948764&amp;postID=109241835998126663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/109241835998126663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948764/posts/default/109241835998126663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumanworld.blogspot.com/2004/08/ruman.html' title='RUMAN'/><author><name>ruman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14472669530202650539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
