tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52511421225930608162011-07-30T20:07:28.222-07:00ImprintsJerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-71774931721293705862011-03-08T21:44:00.000-08:002011-03-08T21:44:56.020-08:00Natppu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><u>நட்பு</u></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">உனக்கு தெரிந்து உன்னிடம் </div><div style="text-align: left;">தோற்றேன்....</div><div style="text-align: left;">நம் நட்பு இறுகியது....!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">உனக்கு தெரியாமல் தோற்று</div><div style="text-align: left;">இருந்தால்...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">இன்னும் கூட இறுகி இருக்குமோ...</div><div style="text-align: left;">பின்னொரு நாளில் பிறை ஏறிய </div><div style="text-align: left;">நெற்றியுடன்.... </div><div style="text-align: left;">நான் உன்னிடம் அதை </div><div style="text-align: left;">சொல்லி இருந்தால்?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-7177493172129370586?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-17277697650966060312011-02-13T23:19:00.001-08:002011-02-13T23:19:01.837-08:00Sonny<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">How much i wait for you...<br />for you to come to me....<br />Coming to me, my boy...<br />my boy what will you do...?<br />will you do all things....<br />That my heart aches for....?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-1727769765096606031?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-22726208375677034942010-10-23T11:45:00.001-07:002010-10-23T11:45:37.448-07:00I dont wanna hurt youMy friend,<br />When crowd gather...<br />your topic of toast is me...!<br /><br />Laughter bursts everyone's lips...!<br /><br />Do you know<br />a lonely heart silently sobs....<br />though the lips smile?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-2272620837567703494?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-79161604073641380732010-10-23T11:32:00.000-07:002010-10-23T11:34:30.114-07:00you are daddy's girlSomeone told <br />She is not daddy's girl....<br /><br />A feel of sorrow swelled in daddy's heart....<br />burst as tears in my eyes...<br />...quick to rub it away...<br /><br />I never thought someone knew until...<br />U wisphered in my ears...<br />"Dont cry daddy, i am ur girl and will always be urs & I love you....!"<br /><br />This time joy swelled...<br />and dwelled in my heart...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-7916160407364138073?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-54023055283810194972010-07-27T06:13:00.001-07:002010-07-27T06:13:48.401-07:00Heart and Mind"Let Go" told my mind...<br /><br /><br />"Hold it" told my heart...!<br /><br />"For your good" told mind to heart...<br /><br />Did i forget to say...<br /><br />they were discussing abt "My Grudges"!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-5402305528381019497?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-83154732580173986672010-04-02T13:15:00.000-07:002010-04-02T13:15:30.691-07:00Somedays are special, aren't they?<br /><br /><br /><br />The day i was born for my mom....<br /><br />The day she saw my dad...<br /><br />The day i saw u..<br /><br />The day u accepted me....<br /><br />The day i saw my bundle of joy....<br /><br />The day she called me daddy....<br /><br />Waitin' for so many special days still...!<br /><br /><br />Yes for sure,<br /><br />Somedays are special, yes they are.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-8315473258017398667?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-24986443980377110212010-03-11T05:28:00.000-08:002010-03-11T05:28:11.851-08:00Life is not the same after you left me...கடலும் இல்லை...<br />ஆறும் இல்லை...<br />குளம் கூட இல்லை....<br />ஒரு மீன் தொட்டி கூட இல்லை....<br />நீரே இல்லாமல் மீன் எப்படி....?<br /><br />அன்பே,<br />என் முத்தங்களின் போது...<br />நீ சொல்லுவாய்...<br />உன் முத்தம் இடும் உதிரங்கள்...<br />மீன் போல என்று...<br />நான் மீன் என்றால்...<br />நீ தான் என் நீர்....<br /><br />என் என்னை பிரிந்தாய்... ?, என் பெண் மானே!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-2498644398037711021?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-42204888062047584982010-03-09T23:41:00.000-08:002010-03-09T23:41:16.514-08:00Best Husband- Is there anyone?நல்லவேளை சீதையும் கஸ்தூரிபாயும் <br />டைரி எழுதவில்லை...!<br />இருந்தால்....<br />அந்த உத்தம சீலர்களும், <br />குறை உள்ளவர்கள் போல <br />சித்தரிக்கபட்டு இருப்பார்கள்...!<br />யாராலா?<br />அது தான் முதல் வரியே :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-4220488806204758498?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-38876568704950165662010-02-25T03:00:00.000-08:002010-02-25T03:00:22.393-08:00My LoveU denied my love,<br />Engulfed in sorrow...<br />I bowed my head,<br />Closed my eyes..!<br /><br /><br />Heart tookover mind..<br />I was happy again...<br />Wanna know what i heard...?<br /><br />Come closer...<br />Lemme' look into your eyes..<br /><br />My heart whisphered....<br />I will conquer your heart...<br />as night conquers day...!<br />as bird conquers height...!<br />as Sleep conquers saddness...!<br />as Silence conquers Sound...!<br /><br />Does your eyes light up?<br />Oh, i feel my heart was right..!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-3887656870495016566?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-38096336918868908562010-02-17T22:58:00.001-08:002010-02-17T22:58:54.924-08:00Do i miss u?I lost count, darling<br />No of times i think abt u...<br /><br />Will u ever<br />Come back to me...?<br /><br />or will i wait?<br />like the moon in the sky<br />for eternity....but shining bright...<br /><br />Baby, i miss you<br />with tears in my eyes...<br />like a lost child in the middle of woods...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-3809633691886890856?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-76126388726727065102010-02-15T22:22:00.000-08:002010-02-15T22:22:28.242-08:00உன்னை நேசிக்கறேன் என்றேன்...!<br />எப்படி நம்புவது என்றாய்?<br /><br />என் அன்பு பரிசுத்தம் என்றேன்..!<br />எப்படி நம்புவது என்றாய்?<br /><br />குழம்பி நின்றேன்...!<br />புன்னகைத்து நின்றாய்..!<br />யோசிக்காமல் சொன்னேன்...<br />என் அன்பு,<br />தாய் பால் போல் பரிசுத்தம் என...!<br /><br />என் தோல் மேல் சாய்ந்தாய்..!<br />அன்றிலிருந்து... இன்று வரை...<br />நீ வேறு நான் வேறு இல்லை...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-7612638872672706510?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-84684555843393742612010-01-22T02:35:00.000-08:002010-01-22T02:35:43.471-08:00A Poem to express a grief of losing someone whom you loved dearly. Will fit all..right?தொலைத்தவன்....<br /><br />வாழ்க்கையில் செல்வத்தை தொலைத்தேன்...<br />தேடிக்கொண்டேன்...<br />வாழ்க்கையில் இன்பத்தை தொலைத்தேன்...<br />தேடிக்கொண்டேன்...<br />வாழ்க்கையில் அன்பை தொலைத்தேன்...<br />தேடிக்கொண்டேன்...<br />வாழ்க்கையில் உன்னை தொலைத்தேன்...<br />தேடிக்கொண்டிருக்கேன்.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-8468455584339374261?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-39868927642680442562010-01-19T23:28:00.000-08:002010-01-19T23:28:12.863-08:00How much I wish<br /><br />My life is a fairy tale..!<br /><br />It never was and I know<br />It never will be..!<br /><br />'coz fairies are for lucky ones...<br />But for my parents, i am unlucky...!<br /><br />Still I will not wane...<br />I will wax till the end..!<br /><br />Someone told me....<br />Blessed are those whom you love...<br />for, yours is TRUE LOVE!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-3986892764268044256?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-10256695816709442062010-01-13T00:25:00.000-08:002010-01-13T00:27:17.541-08:00How Sweet were those days?<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When i was single,</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Never had a fuzz to mingle...</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Shud i say...?</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Boys were a nay nay... :)</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">To say "Naughty, a little" is mild...</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Beauties made me go wild...</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dad dismissed it to hormones...</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My ears closed down to sermons..!</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Gone are those days for good...</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I know my heart was not bad...</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Still i maintain it the same way...</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And truly my god has his say...!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-1025669581670944206?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-21737369046125865952010-01-13T00:04:00.000-08:002010-01-13T00:04:12.151-08:00Missin' you, my HomeMissin' you, my Home<br /><br /><br />lovable home we had...<br />leaving it always made me sad...<br /><br />Lush green grass garlanded the gate....<br />Watered, no matter, a skip in date...<br /><br />I moved away for a job....<br />but with a heart with a silent sob...<br /><br />still a nomad on different roads...<br />Voice of mama from heart...<br />says,"Come back son,our love waitin' in loads"<br />oh! that day will be a treat....!<br /><br />let me know my god...<br />iam waiting for your nod...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-2173736904612586595?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-76411897388286334062010-01-12T04:52:00.000-08:002010-01-12T05:20:05.959-08:00My Little Angel<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Daddy, tell me a story....</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">your tiny lips murmured...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">as your eyelids begged you to close....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">As i leaned comfortably </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">on the pillow....</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">rested your head on my chest...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">my tiring heart freshened up....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">i started ur favorite story...my baby...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">how god gave his little princess...to me...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">What you were doing in his garden....</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and how i prayed for the best gift of my life....</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">how he chose to answer my prayer....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Your tiny little eyes closed already...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and there you are at your creators garden...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">playing with other angels....</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">how much i wait for you to wake up...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">so my next day is blessed with your smile...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">i love you chrislynn darling and don't leave me...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Age might take me...but my heart will linger around you</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and my memories will wrap and keep you warm...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-7641189738828633406?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-14932354013006108462009-12-07T04:17:00.000-08:002009-12-07T04:19:05.678-08:00Old Friends<u>Old Friends</u><br /><br /><br />Old friends are like wine<br /><br />Preserved for years for a special dine...!<br /><br /><br />our thoughts provoke sweet memories<br /><br />when life was without worries...!<br /><br /><br />We showed each other our prowess<br /><br />and we forgot, so quickly our difference...!<br /><br /><br /><br />We all had a crush<br /><br />we shared it without a blush...!<br /><br /><br /><br />Life still goes on<br /><br />without a rewind button...! <br /> <br /> <br />I miss you all <br />and I know you miss us all...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-1493235401300610846?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-77067863697327398922009-12-07T03:30:00.000-08:002009-12-07T03:30:22.027-08:00Resurrection- Is there a Hidden Message about life after death?The following is just my Imagination or Perception, and i will confirm, when i die and have access to computers and internet in my after life :)<br /><br /><br />"Jesus rose from the death, lived with his apostles for 40 days and then ascended to the heavens to his kingdom" says Bible.<br /><br />Does this convey some hidden message?<br /><br />Just a thought, does this mean, the son of god(who took the form of a human being and suffered upon the cross and preached that we will follow suit, if we follow his teachings and words), <br />indicates once we are dead, our soul remains in the earth visiting all our dear and near ones and then ascends or descends to the heavens or hell as it is after 40 days?.<br /><br />I remember a movie also with the same theme "Ghost". <br /><br />One thing is for sure, the death and resurrection of christ has some hidden meanings in it and we are so naive that we have not advanced ourselves to understand that.<br /><br />If someone of you have some more info on this...please share with me, let me learn from you.<br />Love to you all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-7706786369732739892?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-61257661958215665312009-11-27T05:11:00.000-08:002009-11-27T05:11:06.373-08:00A PictureHoney,<br />The day you told me "Good Bye"...<br />Were there tears in your eye(s)?<br /><br />Your look said it all...<br /><br />One final question you had... <br />Never for a pic we stood.<br /><br />do we need it, darling?<br />For we knew good old thoughts will be lingering, <br /><br />I never told a word....<br />coz i dint want to make u sad.<br /><br />U went away finally,<br />Still i am there for you truly...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-6125766195821566531?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-59030720420911272262009-11-25T05:35:00.000-08:002009-11-25T05:35:17.881-08:00My DarlingFear of Losing you..makes me hold u tightly,<br />My Baby...<br />They mock at me, for being possesive...!<br /><br />Will you tell them?, when you grow up,<br />All my Daddy did was to love me with his whole heart....!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-5903072042091127226?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-33332307693289272422009-11-25T04:54:00.000-08:002009-11-25T04:54:49.158-08:00மன்னிப்பு<u>மன்னிப்பு</u><br />அவர்களை மன்னித்து விட சொன்னாய்...!<br />மன்னிக்க அறிவு நினைத்தாலும்....<br />மனசு மறுக்கிறது.<br />அந்த அவர்கள்....<br />என் முதுகில் குத்தி இருந்தால் கூட பரவாயில்லை...<br />மனதில் குத்தி விட்டார்களே....!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-3333230769328927242?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-83320287057317541162009-11-19T23:44:00.000-08:002009-11-19T23:46:49.320-08:00<strong><u>பழமொழி ஒரு ஆராய்ச்சி</u></strong><br /><br />"கோபம் இருக்கும் இடத்தில தான் குணம் இருக்கும்"<br /><br />பொதுவாகவே கோபம் அதிகம் படும் மனிதன் எளிதில் உணர்ச்சி வசப்படுபவனாக இருப்பான்.<br /><br />கூர்ந்து கவனித்தால் சிறு சோகமும் அவனுக்குள் பெரும் மாற்றத்தை ஏற்படுத்தும்...!<br /><br />இரண்டாவது வகை... மிகவும் பயப்படும் ஆட்களும் கோபம் அதிகம் படுவார்கள்...!<br /><br />இந்த பழமொழிக்கு வருவோம்...! <br /><br />இதை சொன்ன மூதாதையன் மிக பெரிய அறிவாளி...! <br /><br />உணர்ச்சி வசப்படுபவன், கோபப்படுபவன் இருவருமே 90 சதிவிகிதம் புகழுக்கு மயங்குபவர்கள் தான்...! <br />அவனிடம் காரியம் சாதித்து கொள்ள பயன்படுத்திய ஒரு சொற்றடோர் தான் "கோபம் இருக்கும் இடத்தில தான் குணம் இருக்கும்". <br /><br />சரி கோபப்படுவது தவறா? <br /><br />ஐந்து விரல்களும் ஒரே மாதிரி இருந்தால் நம்மால் ஒரு கப் கூட தூக்க முடியாது. அதனால் கோபப்படுபவர்களும் இருந்து விட்டு தான் போகட்டுமே, என்னையும் சேர்த்து .. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-8332028705731754116?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-54613887026596272782009-10-21T02:04:00.000-07:002009-10-21T02:06:59.467-07:00Rules for Kids-1Some of the rules for Kids to behave the way they should.<br /><br /><strong><u>Sleeping Time</u></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: red;">Problem:</span> </em></strong><br />Most of our kids find one reason or other to dodge from their sleeping time in the night.<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Solution:</span> </em></strong><br />Supposingly you want your kid to go to bed by 10.00 PM,Call him/her at 9.45 PM, show him/her the clock and tell him/her when the clock strucks 10.00, he/she should go to bed and he/she has 15 more mins to play or do whatever he/she wants.Ensure when the time is 10.00 PM he/she is on the bed. 15 days of practicising this will effectively ensure his/her sleeping time.<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: orange;">What if?</span></em></strong><br />What if the kid does not listen, give a time out(it is making the kid sit on a chair without moving for a min and more, if the kid does not sit, just tell him/her sternly that the mins to sit on the chair will get doubled.). This will be very effective.<br /><br /><strong><u>Eating</u></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: red;">Problem</span></em></strong><br />You cook a nutritious diet and the kid refuses to eat.<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d;">Solution</span></em></strong><br />Dont shout, Dont threaten, Dont tell Bhimasena Stories, Dont advice... Just tell plainly to the Kid that you have got nothing else to offer apart from the food you cooked.If he/she insists give raw pieces of carrot,tomato and the likes.<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #0b5394;">What if?</span></em></strong><br />No what ifs because two days kid will try the alternative stuff and third day he/she will eat whatever you give.<br /><br /><br />Will Update more when i get time. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-5461388702659627278?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-29062023665053526862009-10-18T21:51:00.000-07:002009-10-19T02:34:48.577-07:00Is it?Defeat teaches us a lesson....!<br />I feel,<br />Victory too teaches us a lesson....<br />Those,<br />who feel it...<br />Keep winning, others wane out... isn't it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-2906202366505352686?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-71113222761262966532009-10-08T02:32:00.000-07:002009-10-08T02:33:52.846-07:00தன் தாயிடம் கெட்ட பெயர் வாங்கியவனும் இல்லை...!<br />தன் மனைவியிடம் நல்ல பெயர் வாங்கியவனும் இல்லை...!<br />இருந்தால்...?<br />முதலாமவன் , உலகின் கேடு கெட்ட குற்றவாளி....!<br />அடுத்தவன் , உலகின் மிக பெரிய இளிச்சவாயன்....!<br /><br />(மகளிர் மன்னிக்கவும் :) )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-7111322276126296653?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-7315665388644430162009-10-07T02:06:00.000-07:002009-10-07T02:06:27.888-07:00நியாயங்களை உ(றை)ரக்க சொன்னேன் ....!<br /> எதிரிகள் நிறைந்து போனார்கள்.<br />மனதுக்குள் சொல்லி கொண்டேன் ....!<br /> எதிரிகள் எண்ணிக்கை மாறவில்லை...<br /> ஆனால் என் மனதுக்கு மட்டுமே தெரிந்து ..!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-731566538864443016?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-32797871416770084212009-10-06T23:50:00.000-07:002009-10-06T23:50:58.787-07:00ஏன் விடுதலை <strong>"புலிகள்"</strong>?<br /><br />9-12 ஆம் நூற்றாண்டுகளில் சோழர்கள் ஸ்ரீலங்கா தேசத்தை வென்று சிறை படுத்தி இருந்தார்கள்... <br />அப்பொழுதுதான் பெரும்பான்மையான ... தமிழர்கள் அதாவது சோழ தமிழர்கள் அங்கு குடி ஏறியது... <br />ராஜேந்திர சோழன் காலத்தில் இலங்கை மன்னர்கள் ஒரு சிறு மலையில் வாசம் செய்யும் அளவுக்கு சுருங்கி போனார்கள்... <br />பின்பு சோழ ஆதிக்கம் முடிவுக்கு வந்த பொழுது லங்க மன்னர்கள் மீண்டும் ஆட்சிக்கு வந்தார்கள்.... <br />அது சரி... ஏன் விடுதலை <strong>"புலிகள்"</strong>???... <br />அன்று வென்று ஆட்சி செய்த சோழ மன்னர்களின் கொடி <strong>"புலிக்கொடி".</strong><br /><br /> விடுதலை புலிகள் தங்களை சோழர்களின் தொடர்ச்சியாகவே நினைத்து கொண்டார்கள் அதனால் தான் அவர்கள் கொடியும் புலி கொடி, <br />அவர்களும் விடுதலை <strong>"புலிகள்"</strong>...! <br /><br />என்ன இருந்தாலும்...."<strong>கண்ணுக்கு கண் என்பது உலகத்தை குருடாக்கி விடும்</strong>"<br />என்ற காந்தியின் வாக்கை விடுதலை புலிகள் புரிந்து நடந்து இருந்தால் இன்று ஒரு வலிமையான இன தலைவனை தமிழ் மக்களும் உலகமும் இழந்து இருக்காது ...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-3279787141677008421?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-12353932686443532592009-09-17T03:47:00.001-07:002009-09-18T02:20:42.737-07:0096 MarksMy Dad and I were watching TV...Suddenly his mobile rang.....Casually my dad lifted and put the phone to his ears....<br />Following is the short dialogue...<br /><br />MY DAD: Ya, tell me..<br />Mobile Voice: ..............<br /><br />MY DAD: Why now?<br />Mobile Voice: ..............<br /><br />MY DAD: Why Me? Wat happ to his dad?<br />Mobile Voice: ..............<br /><br />MY DAD: What should i talk with his principal?<br />Mobile Voice: ..............<br /><br />MY DAD: What Mark?<br />Mobile Voice: ..............<br /><br />MY DAD: Good Only na....<br />Mobile Voice: ..............<br /><br />MY DAD: Don't call me again for this...<br /><br />and he slammed the phone...<br /><br />I was also as curious as you are to know what happened....<br /><br />The Story goes like this my Dad's sister called him to talk with the principal of my cousin's school because my uncle has declined to go.<br /><br />But then why my uncle declined?<br /><br />Because my cousin has scored 96 marks...<br />Good Marks na...<br />then why?<br /><br />BECAUSE ITZ NOT 96/100 rather it is 96/500.<br /><br />No wonder my dad skipped his dinner that day and was upset for the whole week.<br /><br />That cousin is a mechanical engineer now... God Bless Tamilnadu.!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-1235393268644353259?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-90015535016056445582009-09-17T00:39:00.000-07:002009-09-17T00:48:14.396-07:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><u>அன்பு மகளே கிறிஸ்லின்</u> </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">உன் தாயை மணந்த பொழுதை விட...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">நீ பிறந்த அந்த நொடி பொழுதை விட....</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">வெளியே கிளம்பிய என்னை....</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">"டாடி, டிரைவ் வித் கேர்....!" என்ற உன் வார்த்தைகள் </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">கேட்டு...பேருவகை அடைந்தேன்....!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">மகளே,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">மகிழ்ச்சி கூடும் பொழுது தான் அறிய முடிகிறது....!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">சென்ற பெருமகிழ்ச்சி, அனுபவிக்கும் மகிழ்ச்சியை </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">காட்டிலும் சிறியது என்று....!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-9001553501605644558?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-1170186068815091622009-08-13T10:37:00.000-07:002009-09-15T03:52:20.681-07:00<div align="center"><u><span style="color:#ff0000;">புன்னகை</span></u></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">இரவு நிலவின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">பகல் சூரியன் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">வாசம் பூவின் புன்னகை...!<br />வசந்தம் வருஷத்தின் புன்னகை..!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">இன்பம் உழைப்பின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">பாசம் நட்பின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">பயம் தவறின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">கனவு நினைவின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">காதல் மனதின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">பண்பு பரிசுத்தத்தின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">கற்பு நெறியின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">கடவுள் நம்பிக்கையின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">குழந்தை தாயின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">குடும்பம் தந்தையின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">சுடர் ஒளியின் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">நேசம் உன் புன்னகை...!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">அரவணைப்பு என் புன்னகை..!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-117018606881509162?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-62162108197928869452009-08-10T03:31:00.000-07:002009-10-07T00:11:54.767-07:00<span style="color: black;">சாதி</span><br /><span style="color: black;">"சாதிகள் இல்லையடி பாப்பா...!"</span><br /><span style="color: black;"><span class="">குழந்தைகள்...உரக்க...</span><span class="">கத்திய.. </span></span><br /><span style="color: black;">பள்ளியின் பெயர்..</span><br /><span style="color: black;">" ராமசுவாமி முதலியார் மேல் நிலை பள்ளி"</span><br /><span class=""></span><br /><span style="color: red;">பின்குறிப்பு: நான் முதலியார் சமுகத்துக்கு எதிரானவன் அல்ல..!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-6216210819792886945?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-49642655177446203412009-08-10T02:50:00.000-07:002009-08-10T03:06:10.847-07:00<p><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"><strong>சிலைகள் திறப்பு....</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>சோழர்கள் சதா சாளுக்ய மன்னர்களுடன் மோதி கொண்டே இருந்தார்கள்...அது முடிவுக்கு வந்தது... சோழ சாளுக்ய மன்னர்களுக்குள் ஏற்பட்ட பெண்ண கொடுத்து பெண் எடுக்கும் பழக்கம்... ஒரு சமாதானம் காண வழி செய்தது... காவேரி நீர் பகிரப்பட்டது... நிலங்கள் செழித்து மக்கள் வாழ்வு சிறந்தது...!</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>மக்களாட்சி மலர்ந்தது... இன்று கருணாநிதியும் எட்டுயுரப்பாவும் சிலை திறந்து...மீண்டும் நாடு செழிக்க முதல படி எடுத்து வைத்து இருக்கிறார்கள்...! கூடி வாழ்ந்தால் கோடி நன்மை... என்பது இந்த மகத்தான தலைவர்களுக்கு தெரிந்து இருக்கிறது... ஆனால் இது தொடருமா? நாம்(தமிழக, கன்னட மக்கள்) அனுமதிப்போமா?... சிந்திக்க வேண்டும்...!</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">ஒன்று மட்டும் இரு காலங்களிலும் சமம்... அன்று பேச முடியாத, </span>பேச கூடாத .. பெண்கள்... இன்று பேச முடியாத... சிலைகள்... ஆனால் நோக்கம் ஒன்றே...! </strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>பார்ப்போம் என்ன தான் நடக்கும் என்று...!</strong></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-4964265517744620341?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-54798693238339767232009-08-06T10:34:00.000-07:002009-08-06T10:59:43.193-07:00<p><strong><span style="color:#999900;"><u>நட்பை பற்றி...</u></span></strong></p><p><span style="color:#999900;">சின்னதாய் ஒரு கவிதை கேட்டார்கள்....!</span></p><p><strong><span style="color:#999900;">பெண்ணுக்கு கற்பு...!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#999900;">ஆணுக்கு நட்பு... என்றேன்....!</span></strong></p><p><span style="color:#999900;">நண்பன் கேட்டு இருந்தால்....</span></p><p><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>நீ..</strong> என்று இன்னும்</span></p><p><span style="color:#999900;">சின்னதாய் சொல்லி இருப்பேன்....!</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-5479869323833976723?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-21738005294045937112009-08-06T10:31:00.000-07:002009-08-06T11:01:06.353-07:00<p><strong><u><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;">காலம்</span></u></strong></p><p><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ஏய் கிழவி... </span></span></p><p><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">என்றான் சிறுவன்..... காலம் வேகமானது....!</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-2173800529404593711?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-5280737512497578332009-08-06T10:16:00.000-07:002009-08-06T10:29:48.550-07:00<span class=""></span><u><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">மாலை மேகங்கள்</span></strong></u><br />ஏய் மேகமே......<br />சிவந்த கன்னங்களுடன் யாருக்கு காத்துஇருப்பு?<br /><span class="">உன்..</span><br /><span class="">சூரிய காதலனுக்காகவா?</span><br /><span class=""></span><br /><span class=""></span><br /><span class=""></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class=""><span class=""></span><span class=""></span></span><br /><span class=""></span><br /><span class=""></span><br /><span class=""></span><br /><span class=""></span><br /><span class=""></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-528073751249757833?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-29665479176864153122009-07-29T23:06:00.000-07:002009-07-30T01:52:08.281-07:00My NameJerald Rosario S<br />Ha... a stylish Fantastic name... phew... My fellow brethern of India has pronounced this name in all different syllables that possibly made me feel i should not have been christened at all..<br /><br />I once asked my mom what does this name mean...<br /><br />She described it as <br /><strong>Jerald is another name to Jesus</strong>, <br /><strong>Rosario comes from Rosary</strong> and <br /><strong>Jerry is something that comes from the fruit Cherry...</strong><br /><br />So my parents certainly knew what they named me.<br /><br />Actually i really hated my name until i met my sweet heart... i will tell you the reason later...<br /><br />Coming from a Village doesn't help it either(Feeling good abt your name). My name was often equated to Jalal and was questioned to be a Muslim ...<br /><br />Only when i came to college did i feel actually good abt the Name bcoz it was a chrisitian college...<br /><br />Coming to my Sweetheart.... <br />When i proposed to my lady love and when she was kind enough to accept it...<br />she disclosed that my name was the first thing that attracted her....from that day onwards i feel proud for my name and thanks mommie for calling me Jerry/Jerald/Rosario.<br />I LUV IT.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-2966547917686415312?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-80659801234376531622009-07-22T03:21:00.000-07:002009-07-22T03:36:38.932-07:00Fanta JuiceHello friends.. It has been a long time since i scratched sorry scraped something here.... :)<br />This is all about a boy called Pintoo... i will reveal at the end who this pintoo is...<br />It so happened that one day pintoo was travelling in a bike after having holy water at a govt holy shop... (bugger has boozed till his nose at TASMAC). God doesn't keep anyone happy always 'coz we tend to forget him if we are happy... isn't it...? Pintoo's already blurred vision saw three policemen stopping his vehicle... confused he presses the brake and stops before the middle police man.... due to his fear for the upcoming fine and harassment little kick has got reduced and now he can visualise the reality that only one policeman is standing and he is smiling at him already.... pintoo, was asked to blow to the policeman and he was asked "WHAT DID U HAVE?" the police had already found out... that pintoo is totally drunk...what happens next...? As usual... he asks him for 100 Rs and our hero pays him and gets the doubt of his lifetime... with all humbleness he asks the bribe master... "Sir,what if i get caught again with a policeman...?" Police says "Tell him U had only Fanta Juice" and Pintoo gets caught again and he says he had Fanta... The police winks and asks him "How much you paid?" and leaves him...<br />Now the next day ... the same story repeated until the policeman asked him "WHAT DID YOU DRINK?".. Clever pintoo answered him "Sir, I had only Fanta Juice"... The policeman gave him one slap and told "FOOL,Today we have changed it to Apple Juice".<br /><br />Forget what happ to pintoo next and how many different dimensions his face turned and how much he lost that day..... the lesson is "Indian/Tamilnadu police are brilliant in identifying criminals and law breakers but equally benevolent in allowing them to be free in the name of MONEY".<br /><br />BTW Pintoo is none but my cousin whose real name is something else... y to bring that here.... <br /><br />JAI HIND.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-8065980123437653162?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-59538584869811594162009-03-20T01:46:00.000-07:002009-03-20T01:57:51.762-07:00"Sir, i live by a principle"That was a very chilly late evening.The dark clouds already covered the panicked blue sky and i have to take up this long journey of travelling by train from Coimbatore to Chennai all alone.<br />I forgot my jacket and it was damn cold...adding to my woes, my ticket was not confirmed so when the train thundered onto the platform i thundered into a Compartment and was waiting for the black coat king of the train, THE TTE.... to come.<br />There he came with a pot belly and nice mallu accent....I approached him and told<br /><br />Me: Sir...I am travelling to chennai but my ticket is wait listed..can you offer me a berth i will pay you some money....<br />TTE: (Had a very cheap look on his face)Sir i live by principles...don't ever approach me to bribe....<br />Me: (WOW am i in India?)Sorry Sir...but if there is something u can do that will be really nice<br />TTE: Let me check...<br />Me: Thank you sir<br /><br />After sometime...exactly five minutes(He was going thru his chart)<br /><br />TTE: Sir come here<br />(He took me near the rest room)<br />Me: Do u have a berth availability?<br />TTE: How much will u give?<br />Me: (astonished) 100 Rs<br />TTE: OK take this berth in this coach...give me the 100 Rs<br /><br />NOW THE CHEAP LOOK GOT SHIFTED AND HE COULD NOT SEE MY EYES..... Then all of a sudden we both burst into laughter....he knows why and i know why...now u also know why...i took my baggage and left to my berth....<br />India will never change...Here principles are also sold.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-5953858486981159416?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251142122593060816.post-30263598262623177132009-03-12T23:37:00.000-07:002009-03-12T23:50:51.628-07:00Next PMThere is a prediction by an astrologer from Silukuvarpatti that Vadivel will contest the upcoming lok sabha elections against vijayakanth and win it.<br />With the help of Karunanidhi and other like minded leaders he will form a fourth front and all the bits and pieces parties of india will join together and strengthen the arms of the fourth front.<br />They will unanimously elect Vadivel as the PM.<br />Vadivel will appear with all the leaders of the fourth front in the stage but they all will be kneeling down and lifting their arms because karunanidhi can't get up and stand.<br />The second innings of Imsai Arasan 23 aam Pilkesi will Start.<br />Now he will pass a law to demolish Vijayakanth bungalow,house,Car shed etc etc in the pretext of Urban development Program.<br />The finance minister in his cabinet will be Loosu Vasu.<br />Vivek will be arrested for treachery and debuchery.<br />Vijayakanth will be hanged to death and his body parts will be separately hanged also to ensure that all his parts have died.<br />If third front is a possibility why not the above is a possibilty?<br />Communism down down!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251142122593060816-3026359826262317713?l=jerrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157741749203452173noreply@blogger.com0