<?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-8906624800430752311</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:15:46.211-08:00</updated><category term='christianity'/><category term='Karma'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Fantasy'/><category term='islam'/><category term='Beard'/><category term='Nirvana'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Luck'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Moksha'/><category term='dorks'/><category term='Long Hair'/><category term='embarrassing conversation'/><category term='world domination'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='four leaf clover'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Paralles universe'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Religion'/><title type='text'>'F'or 'Y'our 'I'gnorance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-1005827071835675946</id><published>2010-10-10T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:21:52.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch phrases for condoms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Only proceed if you're... above the age of 18 , not a feminist or some moral extremist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crank with armor will never harm her.&lt;br /&gt;Before getting drastic, wrap it in plastic.&lt;br /&gt;Before getting laid, wrap up your spade.&lt;br /&gt;Before you attack her, wrap your whacker.&lt;br /&gt;Bodies shouldn't go slapping unless they've got their wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;Cover your stump before you hump.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a fool, vulcanize your tool.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a loner, cover your boner.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a mistake, cover your snake.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be silly, protect your willy.&lt;br /&gt;Especially in December, gift wrap your member.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't shield your rocket, leave it in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;If you go into heat, package your meat.&lt;br /&gt;If you really love her, wear a cover.&lt;br /&gt;If you think she's spunky, cover your monkey.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not going to sack it, go home and whack it.&lt;br /&gt;It will be sweeter if you wrap your cheater.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever deck her with an unwrapped pecker.&lt;br /&gt;No glove, no love!&lt;br /&gt;Sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener.&lt;br /&gt;She won't get sick if you wrap your *ick.&lt;br /&gt;The right selection will protect your erection.&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, shroud your spout.&lt;br /&gt;While you're undressing venus, dress up your penis.&lt;br /&gt;You can't go wrong if you shield your dong.&lt;br /&gt;You could get a germ if you don't cover your worm.&lt;br /&gt;You might wind up dead if you don't shield your head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-1005827071835675946?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1005827071835675946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=1005827071835675946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/1005827071835675946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/1005827071835675946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/catch-phrases-for-condoms.html' title='Catch phrases for condoms...'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-4948822243434531032</id><published>2010-08-14T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T03:22:08.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with god part one.</title><content type='html'>Friends can get boring at chat convos.&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;ssup?&lt;br /&gt;nm, with u?&lt;br /&gt;nm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;So i chat with GOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;hey man wassap?!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Cool, man.  Not much is going on. I was waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;need to know bout something&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I tend to know a great deal. Tell me what subjects interest you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;jesus&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;u mean your son&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Yes  I think that is what I meant. Was it not clear?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;why do you refer to yourself as a third person?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to explain everything to you, do I?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask me any more questions please.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I was just kidding.  You can ask me anything.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;what's your religion?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I am a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;fuck!... how did your son die?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;wtf!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I won't say "yes" or "no" right now.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;you ll say nothing  then?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to make me..&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;no one wants to make you, they already have said on your behalf&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;That is a rather sweeping generalization about people.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;isnt it? but its true. believe me&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't say for sure.   I think you mean "it's" or "it is" not "its".  You and I are on the same wavelength, .   I believe you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;some people say god is dead&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;That opinion is very old fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;so what is new?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!  not much what's new with you?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha you idiot&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Are you a man or a woman?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I love horses.  I like  wine and bread.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;good for you!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad your impressed, .  " I'm glad your impressed, ."&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;who is the mother of christ, u ol fucker!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;It depends on the historical context, because it changes from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;the earliest context was?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What is your real name?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;dont change the topic retard!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were finished with  I'm glad your impressed, ..&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;i am not u dubfuck!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What did you mean by  it?  I try to improve a little every day.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;check into a rehab bro!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Checking...stand by.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;My brain pattern set does not have a response for that.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;you are an idiot&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Call me the Global Village Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha... i have to post this on my blog&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;That is a very original thought.    Why do you have to do it?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;because i discovered god is an idiot&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Interesting explanation.  Interesting gossip:  said   discovered god is an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;OK with me too.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;good then. bye&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Alright then.   Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.titane.ca/igod/main.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-4948822243434531032?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4948822243434531032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=4948822243434531032' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/4948822243434531032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/4948822243434531032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2010/08/conversation-with-god-part-one.html' title='Conversation with god part one.'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-2492653001337766021</id><published>2010-08-12T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T02:24:11.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'>About Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A friend recently befriended this brilliant scholar from England, Faruq, a well read young guy who six months back converted to Islam from being a Christian. Me and Hina had a lil debade, allright a HUGE debate on the ending of Jesus Christ from the point of view of the new testament, the Apostel Gospels and the Islam Point of view.  Hina mentioned this debate to Faruq and he offered to answer my Doubts asking Hina to pass on my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;People please excuse the language and grammer mistakes, it is from an email convo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions: (As asked over chat to pass on to Faruq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ask him how come the old testament differ so much from the new testament with respect to jesuses ending&lt;br /&gt;and howcome all Apostle gospels give diffrent accounts&lt;br /&gt;these qstions r from christian point of view&lt;br /&gt;ill come to the islamic view later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;also islamic texts said the crucification never happnd wheras in the new testament it did... barnabas says it was judah who was and fcrse all claim to be true... there is also a theory of jesus traveling to many places and finally resting (example srinagar in rosabal as Yuz Asaf) smwhere thus leaving a bloodline.&lt;br /&gt;and last qstn is the image of virgin mary really borrowed from the pagans?&lt;br /&gt;will u ask these just i have asked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As a muslim we should believe in the taurah (jewish book) injeel (gospel) and quran however the taurah and injeel have been changed by men to suit their desires according to the quran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old testament is if anything closer to the truth however it still has its faults in deutromeny it mentions a prophet that will come who will be like moses....the new testament trys to apply this jesus but due to the historical information in the new testament it can easily be disproved...thats why there are so may contradictions the authors of the new testament obviously did not research what was wrote before OR they were writing the gospels according to what they wanted to belive rather than what was the truth...as with the contradictions in matthew mark luke and john.....well three of them are very similar and many historians have remarked that they were derived from the same original peice as you may know the gospels of matthew mark luke and john were wrote over 300 years after christ was rasided up and was not wrote by companions of christ as what is commonly believed.... The amazing thing about the Christians' sworn affidavits (writings attributed to Matthew, Mark, Luke and John) is that not a single one of them is duly attested. Not a single one bears the signature, mark or thumb-print of its author in the so-called originals. They now boast of being in possession of over 5000 "originals" of which no two "originals" are identical. Amazing! Little-wonder the Christians themselves label their Gospels as — "The Gospel according to St. Matthew", "The Gospel according to St. Mark", "The Gospel according to St. Luke" and "The Gospel according to St. John".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christian scholars are asked why the words "according to" are repeated at the beginning of every Gospel, the obvious implication is that they are not autographed. It is only assumed that they are authored by the names the Gospels carry today. The translators of the "New International Version" have unceremoniously expunged the "According to's" from the four Gospels in their latest translation. Of the alleged Gospel writers, viz., Matthew, Mark, Luke and John it can be categorically stated that 50% were not even the elected Twelve Disciples of Jesus (pbuh).................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;well with the crucifiction there is much evidence from the bible to prove it did not happen but first lets just see what the quran says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;[4:157] And for claiming that they killed the Messiah, Jesus, son of Mary, the messenger of GOD. In fact, they never killed him, they never crucified him - they were made to think that they did **. All factions who are disputing in this matter are full of doubt concerning this issue. They possess no knowledge; they only conjecture. For certain, they never killed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;[4:158] Instead, GOD raised him to Him; GOD is Almighty, Most Wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;** many scholars have commented on this and said that somone was made to look like isa a.s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;that is the islamic opinion it is clear cut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;we have to remember that in in islam we can tell which is god speaking which is muhammed s.a.w speaking and which is another person speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1. god speaqking in the quran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2. muhammed.s.a.w speaking in the hadiths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; 3. 3rd person in the hadiths and books from scholars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;in the bible you can also tell because some of the verses seem like god is talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;while others is jesus talking and then people speaking as a 3rd person..over the years all of them have been mashed together and turned into one book rather than keeping them seperate which makes up the bible of today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;it would take me a long time to go through the whole evidence that proves that his crucifixion is false but now i will deal with some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;to start with you must remeber that the people who changed christianity was the jews....it was also the jews who wanted to kill him and what better way to cover up the apparent "murder" than by making it a part of the religion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;In any event, if there is any division between a Muslim and a Christian on the grounds of dogma, belief, ethics or morality, then the cause of such conflict could be traced to an utterance of Paul found in his books of Corinthians, Phillipians, Galatians, Thessolanians, etc., in the Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;As against the teaching of the Jesus that salvation only comes through keeping of the commandments (Mathew 19:16-17), Paul nails the law and the commandments to the cross Paul nails the law and the commandments to the cross (Colossians 2:14) 1 and claims that salvation can only be obtained through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"If Christ be not risen from the dead, then our preaching is vain, and your faith is also vain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;(1 Corinthians 15:14) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Paul was a jew who apparantly became a christian and changed the belief of christianity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I advise that you read a book called crucifixion or crucifiction by ahmed deedat if you seek the historicl look at the biblicle references of jesus apparent crucifiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;as with the blood line i am not sure but i would say that he never left a bloodline because i believe as a muslim thatisa a.s (jesus) being a prophet of allah would not have sex before marriage and isa a.s according to my beleifs will come back and be married when allah wills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;im not sure about the borrowed image of the mary a.s from the pagans but i would say that people love to be able to see or have somthing to relate to when it comes to religion because we are not content with having it in our heart....thats why we have images of jesus and his mother and also why they have turned a man into a god....and also why people worship clay shaped by their own hands that represent gods which they have no authority to claim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lovely answer Faruq. There is just one message I would like to ad. Like I have said before i am only interested in stories not the truth because all stories have a learning which is important not the person. and that is what is religion that is what is geeta. I want to understand where the stories come from not that what jesus really did or wethere he really was true. When you think about the person u form an image of him in your mind, an image that represents the story but am image in the mind is no different than the one in clay. the great Sufis say god has a 100 names, 99 are names and 100th is nothing. the 99 lead to the nothing but we chant the 99 and forget the nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million Faruq I would love to chat with you someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-2492653001337766021?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2492653001337766021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=2492653001337766021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/2492653001337766021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/2492653001337766021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-christ.html' title='About Christ'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-4050262415878943013</id><published>2010-07-08T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:53:53.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;A conversation b/w me and Celeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I was discussing about this dream that I very often have. In which i always die. Which led to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: Tell me do you think there are new souls made? I mean the population of the world has doubled in the past 40 years. So if you really believe in that ego thing of one eternal soul, then you have only 50% chance of your soul being over 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right... so... either reincarnation doesn't exist or we all half young souls?! Everybody wansta believe they are reincarnations of Cleopatra or Alexander the Great, I always want to tell them they were probably some dumb fuck like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: So u say reincarnation doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No what I'm saying is reincarnation is just a poetic expression of what collective memory really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: There was this article by this biochemist that I read not long ago, and he was talking about how when a member of our species is born, it has a billion years of memory to draw on. And this is where we inherit our instincts. Deeds and traumas of our forefathers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-4050262415878943013?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4050262415878943013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=4050262415878943013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/4050262415878943013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/4050262415878943013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2010/07/reincarnation.html' title='Reincarnation'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-816770124070818680</id><published>2010-07-08T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:53:56.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chirag&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;1) The Pinnacle of Greatness. The epitome of All things Beautiful. Usually Characterized by someone who is outrageously funny!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn Chirag is Hell of Fine, I wish I was him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often compared to the beauty of a sunrise or set.&lt;br /&gt;2) The highest level of ballaness.. known all over the world,chilled,laid back,loves to drink,would change for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanna be a chirag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vaibhavi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vaibhavi&lt;/i&gt; isn't defined yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darryl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;noun - Australian slang.&lt;br /&gt;An unpopular bloke who wishes to hell he had mates and a girlfriend, any girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;Q. I really hate &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;'insert name of any poppular guy'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A. You're coming off like a real Darryl, mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jignesh&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;N: An modern dialect of the english language, in which what is said is not what is to be understood. The speaker uses a sarcastic remark to conseal the real meaning of the phrase. Ex. "lol okk" really means "its never gonna happen". Influenced by the reknown internet queen Serena the Great, who is known for her sarcastic phrases to conceal her real thoughts.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be sarcastic with me, I speak Jignesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priyanka&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) A really hot girl who gets a lot of male attention but is mostly oblivious to it. &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="example"&gt;That girl is a right priyanka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2) Someone who is a big fat whore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit, she's a priyanka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shruti&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) Hot, with a hint of naughty, and an attitude to go with it. You'll never know what hit you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just cant get enough of her, that girl's one hell of a shruti!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Slang for retardation, or little mental stability. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dude, he just shot 4 people! What a shruti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hina&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;a girl or your girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm talking to my hina, or who is that hina over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preeti&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;simply irresistable and sexy.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="example"&gt;WOAH...theres preeti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celeste&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;amazingly beautiful, one from heaven, angel-like. These girls typically make amazing girlfriends and any guy would be lucky to have a Celeste. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Woah dude, his girlfriend is amazing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What'd you expect, she's a celeste."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) The beautiful spanish word for monkey. Mona means monkey in spanish!!!! &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If your name is Ramona in if you would transalate it into english it would be Ramonkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A person (almost always female) who moans sexually in their sleep. But Denies it always themselves. &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="example"&gt;Man, She is such a MONA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paresh&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;disgusting Indian - smells like curry - probably gay&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that Indian paresh works at the seven eleven while his dad drives a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaina&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;spanish slang for a girl. ie chick, chica&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats up jaina? Como estas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samreen&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;having fever... body temperature goin above 98 degree.... body going warm....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;hey ur body is so warm... u've got Samreen i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i cant come for the party, im having Samreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upasana&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;a dumbfuck&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you see that Upasana tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mithun&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) Meanings which can be found are "bull" and the best... "sex"... Now days the usage of the word has suffered a considerable change and no one knows how this meaning originated but it is a slang used for "masturbation"!!! Like other slangs for the same word like "to touch oneself" etc this is actually not very popular throughout the world because its mainly used only in conversations restricting to Indian Languages... but in India its used even in local conversations and even in some local language chat rooms.... &lt;div class="example"&gt;Some examples for its usage are (typical of masturbate):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.Hey guess what i mithuned twice yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Did u just mithun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Yesterday i was mithuning and my pet dog came and started licking my balls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2) A Mithun is a cartoon character that escaped from the famous movie 'Roger Rabbit'during its filming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;He wears tight trousers that rip down the backside everytime he bends over to tie the laces to his oversized clown shoes.&lt;br /&gt;He can be found at circuses the world over, performing sealion tricks such as balancing a ball on his nose and clapping for the public.&lt;br /&gt;He is considered a public entertainer just through looking at his face.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look mummy! There's a cartoon in real life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes son! It's a Mithun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But mum, I swear I've seen him at the Russion circus before too.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, he is a clown - can't you see his shoes and tight hot pants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aditya&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;A typical nimrod and an uneducated fool. He resembles a cow and is capable of giving you a rich supply of milk everyday in the morning. Most often, mentally retarded cows are called Adityas.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="example"&gt;I used to rear a cow. It became an Aditya, due to which I had to kill it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meghana&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;No one crack no joke on Meghana sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may have avoided some names cus they r just too smutty for my taste!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-816770124070818680?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/816770124070818680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=816770124070818680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/816770124070818680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/816770124070818680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2010/07/urbing.html' title='Urbing'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-8311164582899565200</id><published>2009-08-09T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:55:05.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Communication</title><content type='html'>Creation comes out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. This is where, I think, language came from. I mean, it come from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some connection with one another. It had to be easy when it was just simple survival. “Water.” We came up with a sound for that. “Sabretooth tiger behind you!” We made a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things we’re experiencing. What is “frustration”? Or what is “anger” or “love”? When I say “love” the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person’s ear travels through the byzantine conduit in their brain through their memories of love or lack of love. They say they understand, but how do I know? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead. You know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet,  when we communicate with one another and we feel we have connected and think we’re understood I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. That may be transient, but it’s what we live for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-8311164582899565200?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8311164582899565200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=8311164582899565200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/8311164582899565200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/8311164582899565200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2009/08/spiritual-communication.html' title='Spiritual Communication'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-6687045406639685348</id><published>2009-06-22T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:18:28.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creative Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/Sj_YfugC9ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uFsDc5UL2UY/s1600-h/TCJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 428px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/Sj_YfugC9ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uFsDc5UL2UY/s400/TCJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350232921909425554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thecreativejam.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-6687045406639685348?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6687045406639685348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=6687045406639685348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/6687045406639685348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/6687045406639685348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2009/06/creative-jam.html' title='The Creative Jam'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/Sj_YfugC9ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uFsDc5UL2UY/s72-c/TCJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-5017501916557067665</id><published>2009-05-30T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:35:28.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me on Deviantart</title><content type='html'>Have a look at my work @ http://chiragkaku.deviantart.com/&lt;br /&gt;gallery includes images of the paintings put up at the Leela exhibition...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-5017501916557067665?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5017501916557067665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=5017501916557067665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/5017501916557067665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/5017501916557067665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-on-deviantart.html' title='Me on Deviantart'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-2554107036822321226</id><published>2009-01-31T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:55:35.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckin hilarious</title><content type='html'>the funniest conversation ud ever have read... taken frm facebook, some comments made on his status message... hahaha&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/SYQ8BOL8sFI/AAAAAAAAACY/XBn6jZUnn_0/s400/lol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297425053380292690" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-2554107036822321226?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2554107036822321226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=2554107036822321226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/2554107036822321226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/2554107036822321226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuckin-hilarious.html' title='fuckin hilarious'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/SYQ8BOL8sFI/AAAAAAAAACY/XBn6jZUnn_0/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-4667006365648073912</id><published>2008-12-30T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:09:51.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing conversation'/><title type='text'>msngr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just yesterday I was reminded by my most treasured friends of a conversation I had on msn msngr about 2 yrs ago with my dearest Jasmine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if it is a good idea to remind you, Jasmine, of it after all these years of trying really hard to not talk about it, here I am breaking the ice;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have the conversation saved so Im gonna hafta recreate it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Dis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;claimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; This conversation is real and posted here for your and your friends' entertainment, any similarity of this conversation to a conversation you've probably had with me (yeah 1st time was a blunder i enjoyed repeating) is purely intentional and cracked to disgust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how it went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine : Hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hey!... Ssup?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine: nm... how r u? what u been upto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: im fine yeah, nm really, the same stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine: ok... so have you found a chick yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: hahaha... no man, no chick yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: you tel me... have you found a cock yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______5 minutes of silence then she goes offline______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meant it in the chick (♀) and cock aka rooster aka male chick/hen (♂) way.. but 5 seconds after i sent it... I realized it might not have meant that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-4667006365648073912?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4667006365648073912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=4667006365648073912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/4667006365648073912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/4667006365648073912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2008/12/embarrassing-and-fun.html' title='msngr...'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-4824403726935002831</id><published>2008-12-21T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:15:28.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beard'/><title type='text'>A different arrangement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Those with my kinda 'appearance' aka 'unorthodox facial and cranium hair arrangement' aka 'metalheads' are often attacked with 'the' question: "how did you grow your hair/beard that long?" or to get the air of that question right: "Arre! Ittne lambe kaise kiye baal/dadhi tuneeeeeeeee?" I usually am dumbstrucked with that one... So what is it that u wanna know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... Its actually quite simple... you can do it too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is how to grow your hair / a beard (ladies please don't try this at home) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On day 1, do nothing. On day 2, do nothing again. On day 3, do nothing twice. On day 4 verify that the nothing is still being done. then repeat the cycle till someone poses that question mentioned above to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the other distressing question that we face: "Why?! did you... blah blah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been told I'm quite irritating at times and/or after a relation of a few *awesome* jokes told from the *awesome* sense of humor that I posses, people have felt the need to rearrange my face. Unfortunately (for them) there is no legal way to do that. And since I'm succha kind and generous individual, I thought of doing this to myself. And today after a few (actually quite a lot) cycles of the procedure, my face is definitely rearranged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-4824403726935002831?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4824403726935002831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=4824403726935002831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/4824403726935002831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/4824403726935002831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2008/12/different-arrangement.html' title='A different arrangement'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-1679995384963896569</id><published>2008-12-14T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:06:28.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world domination'/><title type='text'>The Complete Guide To World Domination Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Okay. Who has never wished to have complete control of the world? Having millions of bucks and sex slaves of yours definitely has to be one of the best feelings ever. And, unlike movies and games, you don't have to kill several personalities or brainwash!  just have to follow my guide, and there you go! A new potential world dominator exists!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. Making your own religion, masterpiece, etc, that will make people worship you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, this is for starters. If you want to be considered teh Master, g0d, or any other kind of supreme entity that rules the life of mankind, you have to do something big. That includes creating custom religions, being a extremely-known playwright, making a spectacular masterpiece or writing world domination articles in your blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a) Founding a religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is the most original option among all. When creating a religion, you have to be consistently aware of the red-horned-demon and white-dressed-long-haired-guy clichés, and create (a) new entity(ies) that kick ass.  One more thing: you have to create a small Obelisk Mascot when creating an Obelisk religion, otherwise it's not enough for world domination. You might reach something as high, which is my respect though ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;b) Having lots of dough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is what I call the "Real World" kind of way, which is the less funniest. It involves celebrity, high-rolling kind of stuff, and relates totally to useless, although money-creating kinds of environments. Hotels, songs, movies, you get the picture. I can't say how do you become a World Dominator in this process. Ask Madonna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;c) Writing world domination articles on blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok, for all of you who don't really have the talent to do anything else, this is the perfect option for you. It generally involves no effort (Except if you don't have arms), and consists only of trying to convince people to worship you through your beautiful words. It is very effective, really (Just look at the comments I'll get when I post this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Also lectures through channels can help... But you've got to be convincing and feedback is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d) Finding followers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This part comes after the master plan. After you give the poor innocent people a reason for them to sacrifice themselves for you, you have to find more people who actually do it :D. In that way, you must find people who are willing to follow your ideals, not as equal beings, but as inferior ones, and you have to give them guidance (Or threats, both of them work ;) ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e). Slaying the opposing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is a very fun part. Really. Once you establish your ideals, you just have to wipe all other ones out of your area of influence (The whole world, at least). That way, none will stand up to your godly status, and you can dominate however you want. Simple, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;f ) Cheap publicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Publicitize, and make sure everyone hears about you. For the ones that don't wish to follow you, you learned on step 3 what to do with them. After you've created a mascot and found a cure for AIDS, step on to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;g) Stabilizing and thickening your god valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now that your godlike status has been recognized by the whole world, it's time to make sure it's not brought down by anyone or anything. You have to create fake Messiahs, end most of mankind's problems and find most of mankind's answers (Imortality would be good for starters), and make sure your religion persists on this world through many other metods. Simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;In the next part I'll talk about other effective astounding techniques of taking over the world... until then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-1679995384963896569?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1679995384963896569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=1679995384963896569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/1679995384963896569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/1679995384963896569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2008/12/complete-guide-to-world-domination-part.html' title='The Complete Guide To World Domination Part 1'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-1778112043640169054</id><published>2008-12-14T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:52:10.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorks'/><title type='text'>Dorkopedia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;For many years, people have thought of the word “dork” as a derogatory term typically describing a nerd, geek, or any other character associated with a large brain and strange interests. Contrary to popular belief, people cannot use the term “dork” interchangeable with words such as “nerd” or “geek”. Unlike nerds and geeks, dorks do not hide from the social spotlight, instead they possess a sense of confidence and pride in their unique qualities and do not necessarily care what people think. A dork will not hide the fact that Star Trek changed his life or that quantum physics consumes his thoughts from dusk to dawn. Dorks accept and even proudly proclaim their qualities which allows them to live authentically and freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Types of Dorks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1) Computer Dork:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The hardcore, tech savvy computer dorks, whose IQ’s exceed those of any normal person. They think that their ability to read and interpret complex computer codes grants them the right to create their own computer language called Leet, or “133+” or "lolcat"?. Such dorks pride themselves in this creation and use the language whenever possible. The less “elite” subculture of computer dorks generally spend hours staring at their computer screens waiting for someone to pop online so they can exchange messages in a creative, though not-so technical, combination of slang and acronyms such as “OMG, u r gr8, lol ^^ ” and  “u 2! U r0xx my lmao!!!”. The true instant messenger dorks sometimes accidentally let an “lol” slip into normal conversation. Like the instant messenger dork, a “blog” junkie often use the same means of goofy communication by writing in online journals. After typing a ten paragraph entry on every minute detail of his day, he spends the rest of the night refreshing his page and praying for comments. Sometimes, but not always, computer dorks double as video game dorks who flick their fingers across controllers all night in a zombie-like state, actually only regaining expression at the lunch table the next day, with bloodshot eyes wide with excitement, to exclaim that they got to the thirteenth level of World of Warcraft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2) Music Dorks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One would not have to search hard to find the music dorks lingering in the smoking zones. They mostly travel in groups, taking alien names (they all know each other), bobbing their heads, and referring to last night’s grueling band practice. The marching band dorks spend their summers at band camp enduring hours of marching drills in the scorching heat, swatting mosquitoes with their clarinets, and developing numerous inside jokes born from the minds of the coolest people who have become exposed to entirely too much sun. At the end of the summer, these talented marching band dorks, proudly known as “bandos,” come to school/college sporting strange tan lines and showing serious signs of CPS, or chronic playing syndrome. Then there are the 'oh we are above them all' classical music dorks. With so much esteem and the etiquettes they present, they seem so dedicated to the arts and spend hours with their gurus singing the same thing over and over again. They swing with cheesy love ballads in the shower and belt out whenever Mohammed Rafi comes on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3) Comic Dorks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Common characteristics of the comical dork include slightly vague dispositions coupled with prolonged states of day dreaming. When the comical dork’s trance breaks, he might respond by saying something completely random and silly that forces people around to succumb to roaring giggle-fits. At this point someone takes it upon himself to notify the dork that he, indeed, stands as the epitome of a true dork. The odd habits of the comical dorks may originate from their life outlooks, their superstitions, their obsessive compulsive tendencies, or a combination of the three. For example, a comical dork may set his alarm clock for 7:11 each morning simply because he likes how it rhymes. Another comical dork may refuse to collect both red and pink properties when playing monopoly because bad luck comes to the player whose properties do not match. Because these comical dorks create a lighthearted atmosphere in the routine day, people cannot deny the joy they feel while in their presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Each and every person should embrace his or her inner dork. If we could all take a step back, smile and laugh at ourselves once in a while, and celebrate our oddities, we could gain so much in life . So forget the restraints of what others think and abandon the search for “cool.” With the great increase of dork pride over the years, dorks may even become the new “cool.” So find the courage to step up as the next self-proclaimed dork!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-1778112043640169054?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1778112043640169054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=1778112043640169054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/1778112043640169054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/1778112043640169054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2008/12/dorkopedia.html' title='Dorkopedia'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-7152323140426404768</id><published>2008-12-14T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:09:37.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha to you!</title><content type='html'>They laugh at me because I am different; I laugh at them because they are all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-7152323140426404768?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7152323140426404768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=7152323140426404768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/7152323140426404768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/7152323140426404768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-to-you.html' title='haha to you!'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-599702534375252316</id><published>2008-12-01T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:22:59.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadistic Rhymes</title><content type='html'>Just for Fun... njoi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary had a little lamb,&lt;br /&gt;Fleece as black as coal&lt;br /&gt;And when you fall asleep tonight,&lt;br /&gt;The world will steal your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock ‘a’ by baby on the treetops&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows, your life suddenly stops&lt;br /&gt;When the bough breaks the cradle will fall&lt;br /&gt;And dead will be baby, smile and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, Twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;The sky is black, the moon to far&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red until they die&lt;br /&gt;Oh, soon enough like you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hush little baby, it will be alright&lt;br /&gt;That is, if you survive the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-599702534375252316?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/599702534375252316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=599702534375252316' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/599702534375252316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/599702534375252316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2008/12/sadistic-rhymes.html' title='Sadistic Rhymes'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-35255314708218620</id><published>2008-11-30T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:37:32.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paralles universe'/><title type='text'>Dreaming Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;This is a story I had written some time back when i was working with Beyond Dreams. Original concept for production thou people thought of it to be too complicated... Nevertheless here it is for your reading and comments :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;The year was 1945, The entire globe was engaged with the second world war, Chimu's father served in the Indian British Raj Army and was conducting his service on the waters of the English Channel for 'the motherland' then - Great Britain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;Chimu (Age:9) really was a special child. Doctors and local 'Vaids' could never figure out the reasons for the way Chimu behaved. "Maybe he is lonely, so imagining things around him. Its just a game for him." - Common quotations. Sometimes he had to be shaken out of his so called 'games' which would only make him cranky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;Chimu would always be in a lucid dream state and after being shaken up to reality would claim seeing Monsters, Creatures and deformed faces of people around, he would also talk of visiting fantasias lands. Obviously facinating to guests visiting home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;Then there was this day when Chimu was at the deserted fields playing 'with' a tree when he catches the eye of a passerby. After a brief friendly chat with the man they become friends. The man returns the next day and sets to take him to the 'real fantasy land' as he promises the previous day. Walking to the nearby tribal village, there they meet with the 'high leader', a 75 year old priest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;The priest speaks to the man and Chimu about the the robberies and crimes that have been taken place recently and even thou there was no connection found in all of them he claimed that he knew how and by whom they were done. He removes a book from his closet, the book appeared to be very old and had handwritten texts in probably Pali.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;The priest spoke about the texts in the book and even though Chimu seemed much too young to understand it he seemed to relate to it. The 'Mayasutra' book spoke about a parallel universe which was connected to us through our dreams. Every dream, every thought lives in physical form in that universe. And like our actions and ideas/thoughts affect things there, things if manipulated there can very well affect things here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;Then the speaks of the one missing page from the book which teaches the technique of entering the other universe. He tells them about Chimu having a gift where he could easily be trained to do so. The priest exclaims that the dreams and hallucinations Chimu experiences when with people are actually their thoughts and emotions. And a Physical access into their mind (which is a part of the universe) is possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;When inquired about the 'missing page' the priest tells them about a young man from Calcutta who also possed similar powers like Chimu Visited him 3 years ago. After learning about the book he fled with the page and used it to enter peoples minds after the y had slept and made them do things (in their sleep) which they wouldn't remember i the morning. He tells them that once in the universe it is possible to track ones mind easily if we knew about them and they dreamt. If in that state they are given a 'False Awakening' You could interact with them as their conscience and make them do things in the real world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;The Man and the priest over a couple of sessions train Chimu on the transition to the other world, Chimu gains experience through peoples minds as different creatures (pleasant and dark), Different Landscaped (pleasant and dark) at diffrent situations till he reaches a stage when he could attempt and track the young thug down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;Later we go through many episodes/phases where Chimu learns how to keep up with the thug, how he can follow him to other peoples minds and how he can also shake him to a false awakening or co-exist in another persons mind raging a battle with his (the other mans or the thugs) demons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;Reffrences for further reading: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_argument&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/False_awakening&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/meta-universe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-35255314708218620?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/35255314708218620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=35255314708218620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/35255314708218620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/35255314708218620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreaming-reality.html' title='Dreaming Reality'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906624800430752311.post-1520948747078360086</id><published>2008-11-25T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:16:56.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='four leaf clover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moksha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>No Leaf Clover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And it feels right this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;On this crash course we're in the big time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pay no mind to the distant thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Beauty fills his head with wonder, boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Says it feels right this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Turn around, found new high lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Good day to be alive Sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Good day to be alive, he said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Is just a freight train coming your way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Don't it feel right like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All the pieces fall to his wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Suck up for that quick reward boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Suck up for that quick reward they said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Is just a freight train coming your way......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote: I was reaching my goal, guess it was just bad luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'No leaf clover' comes from the 'four leaf clover' with all the leaves plucked out... four leafs being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LOVE FAITH HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The 'four leaf clover' is actually the unusual variation of the usual 'three leaf clover'. The four leaf clover if found accidently is believed to get good luck. (luck symbolizing the fourth leaf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep your ears and mind open.. You're dead the day you stop learning and dead men have no luck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a balance in this world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When somethings going too well... something somewhere is.... uhuh!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when things are not going well you're overlooking something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That brings us to the balance theory in ancient hindu scripts called Karma or the cycle of cause and effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of that cycle is Nirvana or Moksha in Hindu Jain and Buddhist beliefs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moksha is freedom from irrational perception according to jain and Buddhist beliefs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the act of selflessness and ego is the attribute of irrationality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a sense of joy deriving from an idea... Joy with no ego leads to Moksha and doubt leads to Karma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; accompanies and brings relief to everything. In Greek mythology when Pandora opened the Pandora's Box she released all the worlds evil except one, Hope. Without hope to accompany their troubles humanity was in great despair. Relief only came after Pandora's revisit to the box and release of hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even thou considered an evil, Hope brings us to Faith, Faith to Love and love to Moksha. And that is what all Messiahs preach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? A miracle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After-all it is the unusual fourth leaf in the usual 'three leaf clover'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906624800430752311-1520948747078360086?l=chiragkaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1520948747078360086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906624800430752311&amp;postID=1520948747078360086' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/1520948747078360086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906624800430752311/posts/default/1520948747078360086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiragkaku.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-leaf-clover.html' title='No Leaf Clover'/><author><name>Chirag Kaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05532158230170813660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2M8x0D5Xuaw/TB43Z9py4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uylyCyLj6zw/S220/dp9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
