<?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-17762467</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:14:22.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee &amp; U</title><subtitle type='html'>Mee &amp; U,  place to establish a relation between Mee and U. A relation that is away from any bonds and restrictions, just a way to know more people, understand more people, get different views for any kindaa topic, be it Simplest...be it Complex.

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Happy Blogging buddies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01793726011798670853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17762467.post-114362024929119756</id><published>2006-03-29T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:17:29.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://slowguns.blogspot.com"&gt;Slow Guns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17762467-114362024929119756?l=meeandu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/feeds/114362024929119756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17762467&amp;postID=114362024929119756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/114362024929119756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/114362024929119756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/2006/03/slow-guns.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01793726011798670853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17762467.post-114353261297968391</id><published>2006-03-27T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:56:52.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee &amp; U: Philosophies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://meeandu.blogspot.com/2006/03/philosophies.html#links"&gt;Mee &amp; U: Philosophies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17762467-114353261297968391?l=meeandu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/philosophies.html' title='Mee &amp; U: Philosophies'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/feeds/114353261297968391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17762467&amp;postID=114353261297968391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/114353261297968391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/114353261297968391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/2006/03/mee-u-philosophies.html' title='Mee &amp; U: Philosophies'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01793726011798670853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17762467.post-114319311568678176</id><published>2006-03-24T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:39:46.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GOOD and the BAD of it</title><content type='html'>The most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;romantic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first line and most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unromantic &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;second&lt;br /&gt;After you, my love, my only prize&lt;br /&gt;Would be a bullet between my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of loving beauty you float with grace&lt;br /&gt;If only you could hide your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could love no other&lt;br /&gt;Until, that is, I met your brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind, intelligent, loving and hot&lt;br /&gt;This describes everything you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;But don't take that paper bag off of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile, your face, and your eyes --Damn, I'm good at telling lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were in outer space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face as you walked by&lt;br /&gt;but then I saw a better guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;Marrying you screwed up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is on the inside, but some may doubt,&lt;br /&gt;it's true, I'd prefer you inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inspired this amorous rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;parts vodka, one part lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;What have you stepped in to smell this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you no words can tellExcept for maybe "go to hell"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17762467-114319311568678176?l=meeandu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/feeds/114319311568678176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17762467&amp;postID=114319311568678176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/114319311568678176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/114319311568678176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-and-bad-of-it.html' title='The GOOD and the BAD of it'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01793726011798670853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17762467.post-114301870226314425</id><published>2006-03-22T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:55:04.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5118/1719/1600/Philosophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5118/1719/320/Philosophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep reading..u'll get the message on its own..&lt;br /&gt;1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.&lt;br /&gt;3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.&lt;br /&gt;4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.&lt;br /&gt;5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.&lt;br /&gt;6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do?&lt;br /&gt;The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the &lt;em&gt;applause dies&lt;/em&gt;. Awards &lt;em&gt;tarnish&lt;/em&gt;. Achievements are &lt;em&gt;forgotten&lt;/em&gt;. Accolades and certificates are &lt;em&gt;buried with their owners&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:&lt;br /&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.&lt;br /&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lesson&lt;/strong&gt;: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."&lt;/strong&gt; (Charles Schultz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17762467-114301870226314425?l=meeandu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/feeds/114301870226314425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17762467&amp;postID=114301870226314425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/114301870226314425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/114301870226314425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/2006/03/philosophies.html' title='Philosophies'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01793726011798670853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17762467.post-113405805507534587</id><published>2005-12-08T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:07:35.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee U &amp; Coffee</title><content type='html'>A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "Yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, &lt;br /&gt;"I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. &lt;br /&gt;The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff." "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your &lt;br /&gt;life may seem, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Day! &lt;br /&gt;"Philosophy of Beautiful Life"&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17762467-113405805507534587?l=meeandu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/feeds/113405805507534587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17762467&amp;postID=113405805507534587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/113405805507534587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/113405805507534587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/2005/12/mee-u-coffee.html' title='Mee U &amp; Coffee'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01793726011798670853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17762467.post-113405760670739807</id><published>2005-12-08T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:00:06.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad K Dil Se...Essence of Domestic Bliss</title><content type='html'>A worldwide survey carried out by British Council showed that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mother"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was the most beautiful word in English Language (FreePress-Nov. 26) and that the word &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Father"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; did not even figure in the long list of TOP 70 words, marking British Council's 70th Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;The "Father" has now to console himself by saying that atleast in the dictionary FATHER comes before MOTHER.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt; be judged as the most beautiful word (and the most representative word of personal relationship). As per a poem, FAMILY stands for 'Father And Mother I Love You' and this is the domestic bliss passed on to us from generation to generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17762467-113405760670739807?l=meeandu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/feeds/113405760670739807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17762467&amp;postID=113405760670739807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/113405760670739807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/113405760670739807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/2005/12/dad-k-dil-seessence-of-domestic-bliss.html' title='Dad K Dil Se...Essence of Domestic Bliss'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01793726011798670853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17762467.post-113395125961192671</id><published>2005-12-07T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T03:44:47.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad K Dil Se...Old Era to New Era</title><content type='html'>The modern age is often called ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the age of hurry, curry and worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ’. &lt;br /&gt;The fatal combination of these three has resulted in impaired physical and emotional health of mankind. But who cares?  &lt;br /&gt;As William Wordsworth , the English poet ,wrote long back-“we have no time to stand and stare, little we see in nature that is ours” another feature of the modern age is – to use the computer term-“multi-tasking” this is best symbolised by our driving a vehicle and simultaneously engaging ourselves in talking into a cell-phone. This highly accident–prone habit is also ignored by many of us. &lt;br /&gt;Again, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Even those who are not driving any vehicle but are just walking are seen busy with their cell phone while walking. This is a new kind of “walkie-talkie” era we are in now. One often feels that it is high time mankind submits a petition to god - the supreme creator - to introduce major anatomical changes in the human body and give us four hands like god himself. We promise we will not copy god and shall not exactly hold “shankh, chakra, gadaa and padma” in our hands, but we can atleast use two hands for driving and the remaining for cell-phone and other activities.&lt;br /&gt;We are not interested in being “&lt;em&gt;chatushpaad&lt;/em&gt;’- four–legged -, but being “&lt;em&gt;chturbhuj&lt;/em&gt;”-four-handed is really the need of the hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17762467-113395125961192671?l=meeandu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/feeds/113395125961192671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17762467&amp;postID=113395125961192671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/113395125961192671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17762467/posts/default/113395125961192671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meeandu.blogspot.com/2005/12/dad-k-dil-seold-era-to-new-era.html' title='Dad K Dil Se...Old Era to New Era'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01793726011798670853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
