<?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-7852010508595673780</id><updated>2011-08-01T11:01:20.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snapshot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852010508595673780.post-4779546065365964993</id><published>2010-08-13T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:51:01.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOICES FROM THE HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Unplanned journey where as my memory traced back through a reverse gear,so as&amp;nbsp;the ink&amp;nbsp;smudges on to the white sheet of paper where once i thought that lady would be the dawn and shadow of my life, as my mind hit upon a very sad emotion that drew my heart a inch closer to a bitter pain that literally letdown.The fog which&amp;nbsp;wrapped the sun's ray, rambling trees around and a smooth ride cross the road where my eyes just glanced to find, a lady with a gracious smile, i stepped forward to meet her, the very presence and the aptness send a chill through my spine.Meeting up with different occasions just brought us together in work and in&amp;nbsp;leisure time , i touched her heart that drew her closer. Days passed by just like the pace of the breeze, my job in the&amp;nbsp;Forrest department&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;had no much longer stand as i had been&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;transfered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt; to a far off place. About to depart in a minute she shed a tear drop which i knew she would miss me and so do i. Reached where i had too, quickly drafted a letter to my lady love who had been&amp;nbsp;distantly far away. Replies to my letters i received with&amp;nbsp;eagerness and i knew for sure distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;our relationship. Time and seasons passed by so did she and her letters and i visited her to hear she was comfortable in that place and familiar with people around and she&amp;nbsp;Hurley told me i would be delayed if i stayed around as the buses plying via the route had stopped its service.&amp;nbsp;Believing in a word called love i started my journey way back. On the full moon day i had been to the theatre &amp;nbsp;to watch a movie as i was leaving i saw her with some one not so familiar as i quickly marched through the gap to meet her, she laid her hands on the railing as those beautiful finger had a ring which sparkled the voice of marriage. Silently, deeply that shook my heart . Years later i passed by those streams seated in a bus which i boarded &amp;nbsp;with different people set out on a planned journey, a young man sat beside me with a frowned face and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;weeped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt; in between the journey. Humbly, gently&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;patiently asked him the reason a reply &amp;nbsp;with not much effort quietly said he was alright. I looked straight into his eyes and could read his heart and knew over all, through all and in all disturbing him. The bus stopped he hurried down and we could see people grieving&amp;nbsp;terribly &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;and visibility of a coffin parading through the gates. Those years and the lady&amp;nbsp;aren't&amp;nbsp;there anymore in my memory and i would&amp;nbsp;only be able to recall one incidence that touched my heart ,that a tear drop from that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dejected man who had lost a dear one. I&amp;nbsp;haven't&amp;nbsp;seen him before and will never see that face again. Now sleep is slipping down the curtains of my eyes and miles to go before i light the lamp in front of the temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852010508595673780-4779546065365964993?l=snapshotallan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/4779546065365964993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2010/08/voices-from-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/4779546065365964993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/4779546065365964993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2010/08/voices-from-heart.html' title='VOICES FROM THE HEART'/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852010508595673780.post-3075237479201100875</id><published>2010-08-12T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:37:53.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMERA-ROLLING - ACTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/TGQ-0XrlULI/AAAAAAAAACg/y6PcNXnfVbE/s1600/bachana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/TGQ-0XrlULI/AAAAAAAAACg/y6PcNXnfVbE/s320/bachana.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852010508595673780-3075237479201100875?l=snapshotallan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/3075237479201100875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2010/08/camera-rolling-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/3075237479201100875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/3075237479201100875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2010/08/camera-rolling-action.html' title='CAMERA-ROLLING - ACTION'/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/TGQ-0XrlULI/AAAAAAAAACg/y6PcNXnfVbE/s72-c/bachana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852010508595673780.post-7053491073310352116</id><published>2010-08-12T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:32:37.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/TGQ9UHnHoqI/AAAAAAAAACY/TMY6YEgk0j4/s1600/wwww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/TGQ9UHnHoqI/AAAAAAAAACY/TMY6YEgk0j4/s640/wwww.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;left-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;NARAHARI &lt;/span&gt;(centre)-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;SHEKAR KAPPOOR &lt;/span&gt;(right)- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;ALLAN VARGHESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852010508595673780-7053491073310352116?l=snapshotallan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/7053491073310352116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2010/08/narahari-centre-shekar-kappoor-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/7053491073310352116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/7053491073310352116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2010/08/narahari-centre-shekar-kappoor-right.html' title=''/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/TGQ9UHnHoqI/AAAAAAAAACY/TMY6YEgk0j4/s72-c/wwww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852010508595673780.post-1199598956752385025</id><published>2010-08-12T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:22:23.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;"I'm bored" we've said it so often and we've heard it being said. why do we get bored? what is the solution to boredom?&lt;br /&gt;Boredom is a state of mind. In that state, nothing appeals to us,nothing excites us,and nothing interests us. Boredom is not something that hits us from the outside,its nothing external. It is not like day and night or like the seasons that are inevitable. Boredom is in the mind,though it might be related to the presence or absence of people,events or material element's that are outside the person. Most often people get bored when they are weighed down by tasks that they don't like, or don't want to do. If that's the case one way of avoiding boredom is to learn to say "NO" whenever possible. For example - if you have to go shopping or attend a wedding that you know will bore you with family members or friends you have the choice to say 'no'. Sometimes you may have no choice and will have to tag along or will have to suffer the company of people whom you may not like. In such cases one has no choice but to grin and bear it, although you still have the option of&amp;nbsp;engaging in some form of thinking,daydreaming or analysis which can go on inside your head, even as you are physically present at that place.&lt;br /&gt;The most common reason for boredom is when one does not have anything worthwhile to do. Take up a hobby,call up old friends or relatives,start writing a journal,learn a new art like drawing,painting or music, remember all the things you wanted to do, but could not due to lack of time. Boredom is often the starting point for inspirational ideas and many discoveries and inventions have happened when people who are responsible for these had nothing to do and were in a state of extreme boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Make your boredom a rejoicing, a time to think ,plan ,introspect and come out with brilliant workable ideas reconnect with others and yourself, instead of fretting and fuming and generally making yourself and those around you miserable with your continuous lamenting. Boredom or constantly feeling bored can mean two things &amp;nbsp;one - you don't know yourself , you don't know what you like, what you dislike,what makes you hipper and what irritates you. For if you really knew yourself , you would also know why your are bored and would also know what would get you out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Like everything ,boredom too has its&amp;nbsp;benefits,if you use the time effectively and creatively. Otherwise you can keep complaining that you are bored and waste the one and only life that &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; has given you, in a bored ,mundane fashion.Feeling bored is also a choice , no one is stopping you from going ahead and doing all those things that could make your life interesting or exciting!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852010508595673780-1199598956752385025?l=snapshotallan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/1199598956752385025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2010/08/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/1199598956752385025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/1199598956752385025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2010/08/boredom.html' title='BOREDOM'/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852010508595673780.post-4620585987227398201</id><published>2010-08-12T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:19:09.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRIMEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A tale of suspense without equal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;on a more profound level, it is an unsurpassed study of pride and rebellion, far reaching in its implications. In the midst of troubled transition to the&amp;nbsp;modern&amp;nbsp;age Raoushab &amp;nbsp;stands as a timeless prototype of&amp;nbsp;alienated youth; the gallery of&amp;nbsp;characters unforgettable ranging from police&amp;nbsp;commissioner to whores on the dreaded streets from incorrigible sinners to the unbearable prig . A vivid vision being in an atmosphere of life charged with living in a world were thought and actions are fused by intensed emotion. "obsession" and " possession" clearly and dramatically visualized with every human consequences..... a tale untold &amp;nbsp;with retold personality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;coming soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852010508595673780-4620585987227398201?l=snapshotallan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/4620585987227398201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2010/08/crimen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/4620585987227398201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/4620585987227398201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2010/08/crimen.html' title='CRIMEN'/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852010508595673780.post-8017467139633736114</id><published>2009-09-17T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:24:06.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THATS LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852010508595673780-8017467139633736114?l=snapshotallan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/8017467139633736114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/8017467139633736114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/8017467139633736114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-life.html' title='THATS LIFE'/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852010508595673780.post-3764536784942022339</id><published>2009-09-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:21:07.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A WORLD INSIDE MY ROOM</title><content type='html'>A very complex life of an extremely complex man. How do you write a film on the man who stayed in the room and never talked . This is a story on sunny a writer himself just inside a room within four walls,there is something which draws his life backward insecureably. This story is called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #073763;"&gt;FOURFRAMES"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;COMIN SOON!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852010508595673780-3764536784942022339?l=snapshotallan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/3764536784942022339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-inside-my-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/3764536784942022339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/3764536784942022339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-inside-my-room.html' title='A WORLD INSIDE MY ROOM'/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852010508595673780.post-2607547436570191096</id><published>2009-09-17T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:50:23.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Two close frens sat by a pool she filled the palm of her hand wit some water,held it before him n said "you see the water in my hand? it symbolises love "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there it wil always b there however, if you close you fingers round it to possess it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest mistake that people make in love is they try to possess it, they demand,expect n just like the later spilling out of your hand, love will retrive from you. for love is meant to be free yu cannot change its nature. If there are people you love free them. Give ,dont expect.Advice,dont order.Ask, never demand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852010508595673780-2607547436570191096?l=snapshotallan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/2607547436570191096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-close-frens-sat-by-pool-she-filled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/2607547436570191096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/2607547436570191096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-close-frens-sat-by-pool-she-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852010508595673780.post-1320570147829618705</id><published>2009-09-17T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:59:34.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is the most natural emotion of life. Love is the most euphoric, ecstatic, overwhelming joy one can ever experience. God has just dipped us into the nectar of love, which is the spice of life. Why does a newborn baby start crying the moment she comes into this materialistic world?? How does a baby recognize her mother ?? Why does she sleep peacefully in her mother’s arms??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother’s womb for a baby is nothing less than a temple, for there is only love. Enjoying life in such a sweet atmosphere, the baby feels safe in the mother’s womb. God resides in a temple, so a foetus is regarded as an incarnation of God. And when the baby comes into the world she is separated from the spiritual world of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath of the mother is connected to the breath of the baby. Every beat of the mothers heart is connected to the heartbeat of the baby. Why then shouldn’t she recognize her mother?? This is true love. When the universe was created, God showered his pure love on everybody. His love for us is boundless. We pray to God because we are grateful to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to forget God in times of happiness. Most of the times we do not show kindness to others once we get happiness. God wants us to put our feet on the ground and live a life of love. Serving the children of God is the best way to love God. No human being should be deprived of love and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness and courage both are different dimensions of love. Kindness is the virtue of being compassionate and merciful towards others, be it to our own baby or someone else’s be it our friend or stranger. Every living being  in some way or the other is an image of God. By showing love towards all we can hope to achieve this quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, courage in troubled times is not everybody’s cup of tea. Just as we should love others it’s also important to love ourselves and the life given to us by God. The holy spirit of God within us is called the soul. Hence, it is God who is responsible for every good deed that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joys and sorrows are like day and night. Joys or sorrows .. we must welcome every emotion that God wants us to experience with courage. Nothing is permanent, neither joys nor sorrows. No matter how dark the night, it is followed by day. No matter how painful the sorrow is, joy is bound to follow. Overcome sorrows with courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays there is terrorism in the name of religion. Terrorism is a dimension of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;God is a symbol of love. Spreading hatred for the sake of God is not justified since God can never ever be happy to see bloodshed. Gandhi fought for love and unity through the peaceful way of satyagraha. Unity cannot exist without love. Anything that brings us closer to God is love. Classical dancers worship God through their dance. Through this they gain wisdom and attain the highest spiritual freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should always choose the right path and then have the conviction and belief to tread it. True love brings us closer to God. God is love. Man , too can become love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852010508595673780-1320570147829618705?l=snapshotallan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/1320570147829618705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-most-natural-emotion-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/1320570147829618705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/1320570147829618705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-most-natural-emotion-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852010508595673780.post-2206796606629952622</id><published>2009-09-17T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:51:13.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU “LL NEED A HEART –THE LARGER THE BETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely has the world around us felt so broken in body and in spirit as we hurtle from one crisis to another. If it isn’t the frighteningly frequent serial bomb blast, it’s  the global financial collapse .Hundreds of innocent lives have been snuffed out on the streets of Indian cities, and thousands have been left jobless, penniless or both.&lt;br /&gt; Its at times such as these that we tend to return to the basics. Just as we put our hard earned money in investments that we absolutely trust, we also rediscover the simple truths that stand us in good stead in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;In the long run there’s very little that surpasses the benefits of a good education, for  the individual as well as for society and the nation. Your job can be taken away , your education cannot be. Education is the real wealth of a country. An educated country takes bigger strides to progress. All other things being equal, that’s about the best insurance anyone can buy against an uncertain future. Its also the biggest leveler in society allowing children from underprivileged backgrounds to rise above their fate at birth and become world beaters.&lt;br /&gt;There has been a fair amount of noise around the idea of a new and confident India , not all of it misplaced. But somewhere along the way the line between hype and reality may have got somewhat blurred. Today we face a crisis that is greater than the one faced by our markets. And because it doesn’t flash on an electronic scoreboard on a moment basis like the sensex does we don’t really see it. Despite Indias  fast expanding economy, millions of Indians  continue to languish in a vicious cycle of poverty. A big reason is the lack of decent education which in turn has deprived large sections of Indian society of basic human rights.&lt;br /&gt;From college students who took coffee time off to teach slum children English to the businessman who distributed dictionary to a classroom, to a senior citizen who brought in a hot tiffin  for the entire class.&lt;br /&gt;Its not the grade that put you among the best and brightest. If you have the grades, you “ll need a heart –larger the better. Your remuneration wont be another  cog in the corporate wheel, it’s a heart which makes you a hero in the eyes of a million children.&lt;br /&gt;Education is modern Indias  greatest leveler and its redemption. Its is the tide that lifts every boat. It is the route out of the caste ghetto, the path out of the slum, the road to the high table. In that defining moment there is a reinforcement of faith in the future that is possible to break the cycle of inequality  by honourable means. Ironically our greatest source of strength is treating to become our biggest weakness. Our education system is choking. Strategically we are in danger of losing our global competitive advantage. Entrepreneurs have found that education is a great new business and there’s nothing wrong with that so long as there is a genuine intent to provide quality education. But private education comes at a price, and the question is , can it reach children in slums and villages ? if it can, can they afford it? The answer quite simply is no. As aspiration rises and disparities widen, and as the need for equity assumes even greater urgency there is only one solution to redeem the classroom.  The highest socio-economic class  they have money more importantly they have had an education . what  could be more satisfying than being able to share your knowledge and experience with children who may be wise beyond their years, but have never been taught how to write their name , or told why there is day and night or why an apple falls  to the ground instead of soaring to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Its is with a deep sense of mission that we can reach out to these unprivileged kids. Let us open up our hearts to open their  minds. Where the day a child learns to read and write will be his independence day. And when a child from this class passes, the nation will graduate. From being the worlds largest illiterate population to the worlds largest literate workforce. Lets join hands and raise a banner and lets strife forward with a stalwart heart and a hope in a real and tangible form to build a nation that will have a quality education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852010508595673780-2206796606629952622?l=snapshotallan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/feeds/2206796606629952622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-ll-need-heart-larger-better-rarely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/2206796606629952622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852010508595673780/posts/default/2206796606629952622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snapshotallan.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-ll-need-heart-larger-better-rarely.html' title=''/><author><name>SNAPSHOT ENTERTAINMENTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985332004733545545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1IW7TVfhOvU/THEupVG6tGI/AAAAAAAAACo/tnHnEJoxYWU/S220/aaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
