<?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-2928837854765725923</id><updated>2012-02-22T12:08:50.812+05:30</updated><category term='My Thoughts'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Other'/><category term='Universal Concepts'/><category term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>Universal Vishwa's Portal</title><subtitle type='html'>I made this blog specially to write my thoughts about the world around you and me. So I hope you will enjoy it. And also take use of them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-7499638923092202313</id><published>2011-12-05T09:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:16:52.662+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>Wedding Clashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, 3rd December 2011 at 8:53 am,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's been a very long time since since I've left school, &lt;b&gt;more than 7 and half years&lt;/b&gt;. And I'm about to go for a wedding of &lt;b&gt;a very good friend of mine Uchitha Jayawickrama, who I've never met ever since I left school.&lt;/b&gt; He is &lt;b&gt;a special friend of course and it's always a blessing to have friends&lt;/b&gt; like that. This post is about his wedding day which might be more memorable to me more than him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here goes....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just after another hard working week, Yupee!!! It's Saturday, a Holiday to rest. But, not for me. Mum shouts out to wake me up (8:37 am) earlier than usual, to make me get ready to go for the wedding Mass. The mass was at 8.45 am. 'am' means morning! Who on earth wants to go so early in the morning for a wedding. Damn you UJ! I was so reluctant to get off my bed, yet got ready in a hurry and set off to the church expecting to be there a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came out of home to get in the van. Oh my goodness!!! It's all messed up with dirt! Tried to give it car wash and got my self spilled up with water on my trouser and coat :P Gave it up and took the dirty van out of the house and started driving.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute....&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the church???..." :P Luckily I had the invitation card with me. Opened up the card and checked the name of the church. It says, "Fatima Church, Maradana" All right! The first thing I want to do is get to Maradana ASAP! Then ask someone the directions. There you go, 'Piece of cake, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time 9:12 am. After driving all the way to Maradana, I stopped by the road and asked a man who was standing out doing nothing. He could hardly speak Sinhalese, but could manage a few words. According to him, I've come a long way passing the church. Damn.... Now I have to go back again. So I took a u-turn and set off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after driving for another 7 minutes I'm at the church. Aha... There you go... I've found the place, wedding car parked right in front of the church. Phew.. I was feeling a little shame to go inside because I'm late. But, I went in from the front door... No more trouble what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already missed the gospel readings and sermon. It's been about ten twelve minutes while I was wondering.... Uchitha really has grown few inches taller than those days. Also a little fat now. People does change a lot with time yaar.... But, aaaaaar his hair looks different too. Can that be possible? So I thought of having a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt; What comes to your mind is right!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's not Uchitha! Then who's this freak getting married? Damn me!!! Where on earth am I?&lt;br /&gt;Then, my eye suddenly caught up the name in the hymn sheet. It says "Daniel and Jane" :D. I just slipped out of the church unnoticed and rushed to the van. Made a phone call to Chandana aiya and found out the real directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after Finally, after another 10 minutes I was able to get to the correct church. This time I went in from the back door so that I see the couple's face first. Just to make sure I don't fall in the same trap again. This time it was him for sure. Phew... That was close.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the mass was only half way done, and could mark my attendance on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I went to Uchitha's wedding which was a memorable day for him and me, but for me in a different way. So I would like to dedicate this post to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Uchitha and his beloved wife Maheshi wishing both of you, a Happy Wedded Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-7499638923092202313?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/7499638923092202313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=7499638923092202313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/7499638923092202313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/7499638923092202313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2011/12/wedding-clashes.html' title='Wedding Clashes'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Fatima Church, Maradana.</georss:featurename><georss:point>6.9225713375846105 79.86524105072021</georss:point><georss:box>6.918630837584611 79.86030555072021 6.92651183758461 79.87017655072022</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-8379055129586573397</id><published>2010-02-06T11:01:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:04:13.558+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>Back to School for 30 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Friday, 5th February 2010,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Time 1:19 pm to 1:49 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a hard time without a text book at Sunday school during the last few weeks. So yesterday, I was able to find some time to go back to my school, my Alma mater &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(St. Joseph's College)&lt;/span&gt; to get it. This post is about the thoughts that went through my mind during that 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/S20Eqim7v1I/AAAAAAAAB0A/1WS3VCcJ7Uc/s1600-h/sjc+chapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/S20Eqim7v1I/AAAAAAAAB0A/1WS3VCcJ7Uc/s400/sjc+chapel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005454197178194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 6 years now since I left school (April 2004). Time is exactly 1:19 pm when I entered the gate and came out at 1.49 pm. Just as I enter the gate I thought that things would look the same as in the past.  But, unfortunately I was wrong.... Just as I try to pass the security zone, it's like entering a High security zone, where I had to get a n ID card and fill out a form as well. Ohh... Gosh! That's crazy. Rules seemed to have become very strict, seems like not even a fly could enter the area without a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I sneaked in and just went around the premises to see the surroundings. Many things have changed..... Almost everything! except the staff rooms. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environment seemed to have dried up and no grass in quadrangles at all. Quadrangles were like deserts... But, the small trees which we used to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Gus maaru'&lt;/span&gt; have grown big, just like us. I straight away went to the staff room to find Pius Sir. Along the way while I was passing the classrooms, I saw some of my old great teachers at some classes teaching the last few minutes of the day. When I left school, they had black dark hair, but now..... It has come gray or white and some of them have lost their hair completely. It was a nice feeling to have a walk on those corridors. Old wonderful memories of all sorts of crazy things we did, were going through my mind on every step I take. (Places where I was punished-kneeling down for hours, playing 1-bump in class rooms, hide-outs, everything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait till the end of days academic work to meet Pius sir. Until that time I went to the canteen to have a snack... During our days, on the way to the main canteen there was a danger zone where we had to pass a dog cage. Fortunately it has disappeared. Some canteens have changed their places and have become modernized. The staff at canteens were the same as in the past, except that they have grown old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking along, I saw that some of buildings have disappeared and new tall ones have come up. Seems odd to me. And some of them seemed like old ruins. Not painted for years.... Also I behaved just like the way I used to be (According to my rituals in the past-washrooms, drinking water taps etc.), going to some places doing all the stupid stuff like in the past... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the final bell rang&lt;/span&gt;, it was just like the old days for me. I was watching everyone rushing to class rooms, picking up books and getting ready for the final prayer. Everything wonderful and precious. What a moment!&lt;br /&gt;The prayer ended and I was waiting near the staff room. Some of the teachers recognized me at a glance and I had a small chat with them. I was very glad to have a word with them. (Everyone asked the same set of questions, except my name) It was very nice to see that they are still there, doing their invaluable service to make lives better of many generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got what I wanted. But, upto now I missed out one special place where I was sometimes afraid to go because it was always dark (because they don't turn on the lights all day). But it's the most sacred place in the entire school - The Church. I entered the church from that unique door which I always enter in the past (out of the 24 doors) and sat down on my favorite  same old seat, prayed for few minutes. Church was also full of crazy memories, even though it is sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, time has come to go back!&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to leave this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonderful Dreamland&lt;/span&gt; which gave me the chance to live back 30 minutes of school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-8379055129586573397?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/8379055129586573397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=8379055129586573397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/8379055129586573397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/8379055129586573397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-school-for-30-minutes.html' title='Back to School for 30 minutes'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/S20Eqim7v1I/AAAAAAAAB0A/1WS3VCcJ7Uc/s72-c/sjc+chapel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-5707889150872996545</id><published>2010-02-05T22:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:26:23.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>The Perfect end for a Horrible semester....</title><content type='html'>It was a Friday and thus, I had to wait about two weeks to see these horrible days full of exams come to an end. All in all, the last subject was also very bitter to me, "Communications Theory". Yuk! I performed very  very badly, I'm sure (less than 40%). Somehow, it ended at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/S3BByYGU0TI/AAAAAAAAB0M/n9kejr10tJk/s1600-h/avatar+movie+poster+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/S3BByYGU0TI/AAAAAAAAB0M/n9kejr10tJk/s400/avatar+movie+poster+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435917083954434354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I came out, two friends (Anuvinda and Lucky) came out asking me join them to watch the movie "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;". That was the forth invitation I got. I was very happy to join them. I had to attend an urgent matter. But I arrived very early before all of them at the cinema. So I went to Liberty Plaza for Shopping.... Actually it's "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Window Shopping&lt;/span&gt;" :D to past my my time. While I was just wasting my time at Liberty Plaza, I realized that I'm not the only one going shopping when I met few more of my batch mates doing the same thing as I (A, L S and S). Infact 'L' was looking for a Rolex watch... :D There also I had a great time alone and with them walking around fooling around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we went in to get the tickets. I just went in and sat. There was about 20+ from our university ready to enjoy Avatar. Wow! That was really nice..... The movie itself was also very nice. I really love that type of films full of Siraa realistic animations and fanzy colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the movie was over and I was getting ready to go home. Then, there was another opportunity to have some fun when Ganganath asked me to join them to go to the beach. I was thrilled! I joined them without any hesitation. We went to the Mt. Lavinia beach. We also had an Ice cream on the way to the beach. Even though it is dark and not good to go for a sea-bath, still almost all of them had a sea-bath in the dark. Also played some "Gudu gudu" game (something similar to kabadi). I too was enjoying their company until 7.45 pm before I left the beach to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how the last day of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Level 4 semester 1&lt;/span&gt; of my degree program ended with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Joy, Happiness and Entertainment&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A whole bunch of Wonderful Memories&lt;/span&gt; after having a horrible start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-5707889150872996545?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/5707889150872996545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=5707889150872996545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/5707889150872996545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/5707889150872996545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect-end-for-horrible-semester.html' title='The Perfect end for a Horrible semester....'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/S3BByYGU0TI/AAAAAAAAB0M/n9kejr10tJk/s72-c/avatar+movie+poster+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-1412196115252447160</id><published>2009-09-24T08:30:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:36:40.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>A Glance back at University Life</title><content type='html'>It's been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 years, 3 months, 3 weeks and 3 days&lt;/span&gt; since I've first stepped into University a long time ago. Today is the end of the first week of my final year at University of Moratuwa. I've been following a BSc. Engineering degree course, specializing in the field of Electronic and Telecommunications. I thought about writing a note about the University Life memories and experiences I have come across so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first entered University on 31st May 2006 there were so many new Aspirations and thoughts about how wonderful it would be based on the things I've heard from society. They were  full of wonderful thoughts filled with happiness and smiles all around. But, things I thought didn't not become a reality just as I thought in the past. But, I'll still say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"University Life is Awesome!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just state few thoughts I initially had in my mind when I first entered university,&lt;br /&gt;"I thought that it would be a wonderful period of my life where I would find alot of new friends in all parts of the country of different culture, religion and diversity, where we all live together, share together and enjoy life  very happily. And I wanted to get involved in extra curricular activities as much as possible. A life without pressure, tension and huge responsibility with atmost freedom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the reality,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During the first few weeks, university life was just the way I thought and it was Rocking awesome!&lt;/span&gt; No doubt at all. I found a lot of friends of variety. And also went on a trip which was so memorable. Even now, all those friends I met in Level 1 are very good friends of mine. But, after that, the competition for academics started and everyone suddenly changed quicker than the weather. The differences and up-downs as in normal society started to rise up widening the gap of rural and urban society among us, along with internal political battles. Everyone was much more concerned about books, assignments and exams too much. Only a few got involved in club activities, sports. Fortunately I too was able to be active in a club and did few projects which was again a wonderful opportunity and achievement in my life. I'm not saying that University life turned into a nightmare. But, suddenly the portion I had interactions were reduced dramatically upto about 50%. And not much time for fun as I thought.....&lt;br /&gt;But there were alot of good happy days here and there, where we had small get-together's, hanging around the canteen and other places until  laughing and chatting till dark falls.&lt;br /&gt;Go to the grounds and play cricket at unexpected times etc. and many more. And especially some experiences of very good strong friendship.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. I'd call "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Level 2 is a year without purpose&lt;/span&gt;" on my words. Seems crazy isn't it? The reason I say it is, We enter to department specialization in the second year. Therefore the big pressure on entering a good field vanishes and freedom again! By then, the bunch of people I interact most reduces further upto about 15% (50). In level 2 I found some new close friends too. Some how my second year had a big purpose, which is to "Play Tennis". I got involved in it. It was a very nice opportunity and blessing. It was a year with new friends; some were weird, some were familiar. Time passed on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Level 3 was one hell of a year yet again&lt;/span&gt;... There were a whole big lot of subjects and I screwed it up entirely..... But there was some special period of time in level 3 as well, "The Training period". Where we have to go for a company as an engineering trainee. It was silly, stupid but a nice time of my university life. I went to Dialog Telekom, where I had a good and happy time. During my training I was able to taste how my future career would look like and how I can develop myself to become "The One" who I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Now, today, at the start of the Level 4, "The Final Year" I think even though University Life was not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;entirely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;the way I imagined, I'd still say it will always be "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A wonderful period of my life&lt;/span&gt;". It always will be forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;So, I got one more year to go. One more year to get the most out of University Life. One more year to earn an invaluable experience and move into the so called world with big challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to very specially dedicate this to all my University friends who have been so close to me through out... It's because of you all, this university life has become such a wonderful and memorable experience to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-1412196115252447160?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/1412196115252447160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=1412196115252447160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/1412196115252447160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/1412196115252447160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2009/09/glance-back-at-university-life.html' title='A Glance back at University Life'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-7763070897708184257</id><published>2009-09-17T20:56:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:40:58.236+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Princess who plays hide and seek with my Heart</title><content type='html'>Morning sunshine is bright,&lt;br /&gt;          But not as bright as my sweet little princess's face.&lt;br /&gt;Songs sung by birds are always pleasant to listen,&lt;br /&gt;          But not as pleasant as her sweet amazing voice.&lt;br /&gt;Cats eyes are like glittering stars,&lt;br /&gt;          But not as shinning as her sparkling eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A candle brings light to a small dark room,&lt;br /&gt;          But she can enlighten anyone's life with her beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;Velvet skins are soft and smooth as comfortable can be,&lt;br /&gt;          But it is still  unmatchable to the feel of her touch.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of a Jasmine perfume attracts anyone's attention unknowingly,&lt;br /&gt;          But the smell of those perfumes remain unnoticed when she is around.&lt;br /&gt;Calm waves of the ocean brings peace to our mind,&lt;br /&gt;          But the only thing that brings relief to my heart is the wave of her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-7763070897708184257?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/7763070897708184257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=7763070897708184257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/7763070897708184257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/7763070897708184257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-who-plays-hide-and-seek-with.html' title='Princess who plays hide and seek with my Heart'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-689327331410488889</id><published>2009-07-26T18:47:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:31:27.270+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaks &lt;/span&gt;because it’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brittle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stony &lt;/span&gt;because ice burgs are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong &lt;/span&gt;because it’s a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cool &lt;/span&gt;because it’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adaptable &lt;/span&gt;because it can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt; to vapor or gas&lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rarely Angry&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boiling water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flexible &lt;/span&gt;like the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shape of Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pure &lt;/span&gt;because it’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transparent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recover &lt;/span&gt;any faults instantly like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changing Phases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clean&lt;/span&gt; your Heart because it’s made of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Heart is like Water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SmxsH7bvA-I/AAAAAAAABx0/RXpM0UUvLNM/s1600-h/Dr_12342_912-%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SmxsH7bvA-I/AAAAAAAABx0/RXpM0UUvLNM/s320/Dr_12342_912-%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362780139760321506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-689327331410488889?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/689327331410488889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=689327331410488889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/689327331410488889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/689327331410488889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SmxsH7bvA-I/AAAAAAAABx0/RXpM0UUvLNM/s72-c/Dr_12342_912-%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-5367383455330705370</id><published>2009-03-17T18:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:03:37.060+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Fate, Destiny and Reality of Universal Vishwa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine long years have passed. But the condition of the situation still remains 'Critical' .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to forget her&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forget her&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' she is always around me&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's my fate!&lt;br /&gt;I still want to forget her&lt;br /&gt;I tried to deceive my heart&lt;br /&gt;It still doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stay away from her&lt;br /&gt;But everyone around me reminds her to me&lt;br /&gt;I still want to forget her&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's my destiny!&lt;br /&gt;'The One' thing I want to say is,&lt;br /&gt;"Reality is different from Fantasy"&lt;br /&gt;Only we both know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Prarthana' has no value over my '?Vasana'&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;'Vasana' never gave me 'Prarthana'&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's the reality!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only S.Man can understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-5367383455330705370?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/5367383455330705370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=5367383455330705370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/5367383455330705370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/5367383455330705370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2009/03/fate-destiny-and-reality-of-universal.html' title='Fate, Destiny and Reality of Universal Vishwa!'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-4965550885430416411</id><published>2009-03-01T21:38:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:07:36.984+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>The Birthday I never wanted anyone to remember!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special note about Sunday, 1st March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time &amp;amp; Place : 10.42 am close to the gul guhaawa at St. Joseph's Sunday School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you must be wondering what am I trying to tell you this time? Actually, aaaa......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year I didn't want anyone to remember my birthday&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why? May be cuz' I wanted to save the money to be spent on a party or may be.... Somehow, I just wanted to be unnoticed in every way this year in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we all like to get wishes from everyone around us for our birthday. Even I do like it. But this year for some reason I feel like I don't want it this year. So I even told Nadeesha not to tell it to anyone because she remembered it at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today something very strange happened.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Sheruni came walking to me with a smiling face and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vishwa aiye, apita party ekuk one. Mee week eke oyage birthday ekane."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I was shocked!&lt;/span&gt; And started to wonder 'How on earth did she remember that? It can't be!'. I asked her how did she get to know it? She replied, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We both know it. Shihani and I&lt;/span&gt;.' I was really amazed about those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sheruni&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Shihani&lt;/span&gt; are two of my students who was in my class last year. They were very good with me. Had almost all the fun we can have. But not with me always comparing with the other children in the class. It is really weird that those two remember my birthday. But they do! I simply can't believe it. It's unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering about this all day about this amazing, wonderful but strange thing happened to me. I realized a lot of things. In situations like this. I mean on our birthdays, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;we want our most special and closest friends, relatives, or even girlfriend/boyfriend to remember us, because they are so special and precious to us.&lt;/span&gt; What would happen if one of them forgets us on a special day like birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sometimes even though they are so special to us, but we are not as special to them as we think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ya.... I agree that it's a stupid statement. But, what I'm trying to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes some people in our lives who are less-noticed to us, see a value and specialty in each of us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On an instance where a stranger remembers your specialty and appreciates it, you will also feel the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; amazing unexplainable feeling&lt;/span&gt; that I passed through today. A moment like this would certainly brighten up an entire season in your life for sure. Just like mine. Simply ...... (Don't know how to say it!)&lt;br /&gt;And by this, I also would like to remind you that,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You, Me and all of you are special. Special to someone in the world and no one is left out, no matter who you are, what you do and where you come from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally what I would like to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you so much Sheruni and Shihani for making this birthday an unforgettable day in this year of being unnoticed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would also like to wish Shihani a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"Very Happy Birthday with loads of happiness in everything you do"&lt;/span&gt;. (Because today is Shihani's Birthday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-4965550885430416411?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/4965550885430416411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=4965550885430416411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/4965550885430416411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/4965550885430416411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-i-never-wanted-anyone-to.html' title='The Birthday I never wanted anyone to remember!'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-4256633443643705497</id><published>2009-02-14T10:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:47:15.297+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal Concepts'/><title type='text'>Life is all about...</title><content type='html'>Life is all about &lt;b&gt;Focus&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="story_content note_story"&gt;&lt;div class="story_content_data note_content"&gt;&lt;div class="clear_right"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To keep concentration on our goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Life is all about &lt;b&gt;Suffering&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  To understand the struggles people face to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Life is all about &lt;b&gt;Smiling&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  To live happily in every moment of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Life is all about &lt;b&gt;Faith&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;To raise hopes on what we believe in&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about &lt;b&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;To keep us reminded that we are not saints&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about &lt;b&gt;Talents&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;To make our contribution to make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about &lt;b&gt;Mistakes&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;To learn from and correct them and move towards success&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about &lt;b&gt;Gratitude&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;To be thankful to everyone who support &amp;amp; guide us to make our lives better&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about &lt;b&gt;Caring&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;To those who rely on us when they are in need&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about &lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;To love eternally to those who deserve it most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SZZS8uLdLEI/AAAAAAAABpo/DAyzKhiZD8k/s1600-h/ganag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SZZS8uLdLEI/AAAAAAAABpo/DAyzKhiZD8k/s320/ganag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302516814417046594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-4256633443643705497?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://picasaweb.google.com/manganganath/MyBestPhotos#' title='Life is all about...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/4256633443643705497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=4256633443643705497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/4256633443643705497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/4256633443643705497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-all-about.html' title='Life is all about...'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SZZS8uLdLEI/AAAAAAAABpo/DAyzKhiZD8k/s72-c/ganag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-391485490139533573</id><published>2008-12-27T11:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:57:39.488+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts - Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;In many times, your superstitious personal beliefs are what restricts you from succeeding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love affairs fail when it gets filled up with weeds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no better crime than deceiving someone you love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"True Friendship" is an undefinable golden rule rule between two different people of the same kind. (To 333)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Marriage' is spending your entire life attempting to understand one special woman/man who comes into your life for a lifetime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Promises are made along with the instruction manual on how to break them as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without feedback you cannot generate extra torque in your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is said that, "Great minds think alike". Actually, they don't. That's why they are great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rapid Maturity can be achieved, if you can learn from other's experiences without experiencing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love always doesn't include Marriage. But, Marriage should always have love. Or else ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes we meet people in our journey of life to understand how we should not become.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One who knows everything doesn't know what's important at the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Qualifications are useless if you can't perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-391485490139533573?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/391485490139533573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=391485490139533573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/391485490139533573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/391485490139533573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-thoughts-chapter-3.html' title='My Thoughts - Chapter 3'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-3850478298688393611</id><published>2008-10-12T15:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:53:22.450+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>Living in a Coffin for 30 Minutes - MRI Scan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, 5th October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a leg injury since the recent past. It was really painful. I went to treatments to everywhere I can go. Initially, Prathaj thought that it is a ham-string injury and but the doctors thought that it is nerve problem. Somehow, it was a nerve problem. So had to get an X-ray. But, the X-ray wasn't good enough to find out where the actual problem is. So the doctor asked to get an MRI scan. That's just an introduction about the story behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People told me that the MRI scanning machine makes weird noises. Those sounds make the patient afraid and all sorts of thing to destroy the mentality. Actually, they said that it produces sounds of ghosts and so on... Well, I was also aware of them and prepared to meet the ghosts in the MRI scanning machine. And I was also very keen to meet them because, I've never seen any one of them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day arrived.... And I'm ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the room a tall nice nurse came to me and gave me, some sort of a night-gown worn by women and said "Wear this and remove all your metal stuff". Innocently did so. Then, I was asked to sit on a chair close to the room where the MRI scanning machine is. There are too many safety precautions written on it. I hardly could understand them. The only thing I understood was, it is something related to magnetic fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting down in that chair for a while and was bored. So, I decide to take little walk around.&lt;br /&gt;There I saw a doctor doing some image processing and some patients hanging around here and there. I was having my own fun. As soon as I see a nurse I hide my self somewhere or do something silly to avoid them. Also went to the CT scan room where only doctors are allowed and checked that device out. It seem like another coffin according to me.&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like fun. After about 30 minutes of loss, The doctor asked me to go to the fearful MRI scanning room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something like a bed and asked me to sleep on it. And then plugged two ear plugs and asked me to stay still holding my breath while the scan is done.&lt;br /&gt;So, Everything is now ready. And the doctor switched on the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was sent into that machine. The first sound I heard was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gunshot&lt;/span&gt;. Then another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bomb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attack&lt;/span&gt;. And then again and on and on. It was not about ghosts, but about a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt; with gunshots and bombing. It was very amusing and annoying. Sometimes painful. But, sometimes the sounds seem to make a nice drum beat too.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'It was like living in a coffin'&lt;/span&gt;, isolated in every corner. It doesn't seem to end sooner. So decided to have little nap and let the machine take care of the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after about 36 minutes I found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;. It ended!&lt;br /&gt;From that moment, I hardly couldn't hear properly for a while except gunshots echoing in my years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow,"I found no ghost in it". Thus, "Now I know how hard it is to live in a coffin" and "Live in the middle of a War".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good experience and a memorable moment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-3850478298688393611?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/3850478298688393611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=3850478298688393611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/3850478298688393611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/3850478298688393611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-in-coffin-for-30-minutes-mri.html' title='Living in a Coffin for 30 Minutes - MRI Scan'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-5806269362713642547</id><published>2008-10-05T20:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:25:19.086+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>Mora Tennis Victory 2008 - We Are The Champions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 5th October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Past few months!&lt;br /&gt;It was in April, when the Mora tennis team lead by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Niren Neydorff&lt;/span&gt; started out practices to retain our trophy for the year 2008. Two new members were recruited to the team. We practiced hard and strong to face our favourite rival (You know who!).&lt;br /&gt;So, the great day came along. And we were physically and mentally 1000% fit to make the way towards our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mora Tennis Team 2008 Comprised of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Niren (Cap), Prathaj (V.Cap), Kicha, Nimantha, Chira, Dasa, Thilan and Parinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SSPJqj8EFNI/AAAAAAAABj8/gSgu-XgWUQc/s1600-h/mora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SSPJqj8EFNI/AAAAAAAABj8/gSgu-XgWUQc/s400/mora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270277721992467666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had the privilege of hosting the entire tournament at our home, Mora courts. It means we are going to have more fun too. On 3rd and 4th Oct, we played with the teams from J'Pura and Pera universities, So our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Big artillery's 'Thaaj and Kicha'&lt;/span&gt; fired at the start and was able to win the rounds very easily marching our way to the top to reach the finals. Saturday 4th October was also a memorable day. Because we had to play till 8.30pm to get the win from Pera. It was a very tiresome day, it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the great day came along. The day of the final. Yet again, it was the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; great and ancient battle between the Mora's and the Colombo's&lt;/span&gt;. I was a little late arriving to the courts on 5th. Somehow, I managed to get there on time. By that time there was a lot of supporters to cheer our boys. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Past Cap's, past players, enthusiasts of Mora tennis and of course the online supporters&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time :10.30am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all, the Gigantic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mora family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gathered together as usual to start the days proceedings. The  Cap called out the meeting to motivate the players and everyone to boost up the spirit in us. It always will be a historic mark in our team. I'm sure that everyone around just shivered with fear when we gave out the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mora&lt;/span&gt;' roar. All in all everyone is excited and anxious to see whats happens in the matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes! the great big Final matches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kicha's single:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started off in style, but initially, it was 1-1 in the first set. And people were a little worried, whether the Colombo guy would give us a good game. Then things started to go the other way round for them, when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kishanthan started to butcher the guy in to hell&lt;/span&gt;, beating him in all the 11 games left towards our first victory. Even we were so amazed about it. Their coach was boiling I guess. To be honest, he has no where to hide his face under the heavy and unforgiving attack. Honestly, it was a genuine piece of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Classy Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So, Kishanthan won the first game&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6-1, 6-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Next up is Prathaj's single:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that Prathaj is our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Power Horse!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(Prathaj's Theme:) Size doesn't matter for him, Big or small he doesn't care. Young or old, still doesn't matter. No respect and No sympathy when he is playing. Only thing what matters is Smashing it Hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is afraid of him, especially when he is playing close to the net. Even Kicha has got hammered few times from his smashes.&lt;br /&gt;The match started, the score is 2-2 in the first set. The Colombo guy seemed to be giving a good fight back. Still, we weren't much worried, because it's Prathaj who is playing. The score went on  with, Prathaj down 4-2. Prathaj seemed to have lost his concentration when he started to play the ball very nicely out of the courts instead of keeping it inside. He was unable to win even the easiest finishers gifted to him. And we were puzzled, wondering&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'what on earth is going on?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then only, we started to feel the heat in big bulks. All of us were feeling the pressure. Honestly I too was feeling all sorts of stuff; fear, thirst, everything... I just can't explain how I felt in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We believed that Prathaj will recover and go on to win the set. But, He didn't! He Lost! &lt;/span&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6-4&lt;/span&gt;  down. Our faces were like crushed tomatoes. And the Colombo supporters started to celebrate their brave victory over our trump.&lt;br /&gt;Our fellow coach called us continuously and got the updates. When he heard this news he was shocked and got dehydrated, I guess. And immediately came to the courts.&lt;br /&gt;So, all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the great people in our family went to Prathaj and motivated him with advice to build up his mentality to make a come back in the next set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next set started! Prathaj won the first game. We were all cheering as loud as we can for every single point. Then he won the next one. And the next one and on and on.... It was, Prathaj leading with 5-0. It was an awesome and unexplainable feeling when &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he started to rise up! &lt;/span&gt;So wonderful. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;won the second set in style &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;And we were,....(I don't know!)&lt;br /&gt;The third set started, he won the first one, second one. Just the same what happened in second set. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Again a great &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6-0&lt;/span&gt; victory bringing us the win. Cleaned up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was the Greatest Single's match I've ever seen in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Loosing the first set under thousands of hopes and going on to win the next 2 sets 6-0, 6-0. At the end he just showed who we are to the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chira's fight back, single:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was upto Chira to bring us the final victory.  He couldn't win a set out of the matches he played before. Still we had faith in him, that he will do it this time for us. In the first set, it was neck and neck. He gave a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;promising show to all,&lt;/span&gt; showing out that he doesn't give up and won't let us down, where he&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;won the first set. It was a great feeling once again. But, he couldn't keep the momentum going in the next sets. So, couldn't reach the win. Honestly it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;another great fight back. &lt;/span&gt;Everyone appreciated his drastic improvement in this tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Niren and Kicha's wipe washing Double:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This double seemed a little tight when the Colombo's  really did give a good fight at the start leading 4-1. Then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Niren got pissed off and Kicha started to fire up&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went on to win the first set &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6-4&lt;/span&gt; winning all 5 games. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely a wonderful piece of fight back from our boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second set we were down 2-0.  Yet again, we taught the same lesson, winning the all 6 games winning the set &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6-2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was the greatest double's match I've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;left everyone speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It was a nice show by Niren and Kicha. It's been a long time since they were partners (in every aspect) and made the most out of their experience and understanding. Honestly, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;opponents were destroyed by Kicha's stunning placement and smashes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kicha marked the victory with a remarkable ace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;proving that we deserve to be the champions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hurray! We won! We are the Champions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our great victory with pride and happiness, screaming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"MORA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, even though I was only a supporter, still I felt like I was playing. These few days will always be memorable for us forever. Finally! we went out to celebrate our great victory!&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the meeting to appoint the next Captain. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Prathaj and Kicha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was assigned as the Cap and V.Cap for the next year by the Old men of our Mora family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end of that great day we all waited for in this  year!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, All I have to say is, as I always say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tennis means Mora and Mora Only!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-5806269362713642547?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/5806269362713642547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=5806269362713642547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/5806269362713642547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/5806269362713642547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/10/mora-tennis-victory-2008-we-are.html' title='Mora Tennis Victory 2008 - We Are The Champions!'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SSPJqj8EFNI/AAAAAAAABj8/gSgu-XgWUQc/s72-c/mora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-3982600328275181763</id><published>2008-09-18T18:42:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:57:51.032+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>7 Weired things I like to experiment!</title><content type='html'>I've been eagerly waiting to experiment at least one of these in my whole life before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ambulance Driver &lt;/span&gt;for 7 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend 7 days at a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refugee Camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Occupy as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scavenger&lt;/span&gt; for 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Street Racer&lt;/span&gt; for 1 race.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live in the world of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beggar&lt;/span&gt;s for 7 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prisoner &lt;/span&gt;for 7 days with heavy hard work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 hour at a Cemetery at midnight &lt;/span&gt;alone&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;- Mind Hacker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-3982600328275181763?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/3982600328275181763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=3982600328275181763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/3982600328275181763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/3982600328275181763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-weired-things-i-like-to-experiment.html' title='7 Weired things I like to experiment!'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-7919865939855314537</id><published>2008-06-30T11:00:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:17:08.134+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>Unluck strikes me again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, 26th June 2008,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about writing a post like this in my blog to spoil it's value. But, still I thought sometimes it might be a reminder to me in future, for not to let something like this happen again.&lt;br /&gt;I expect none of you to read it. So, don't you dare read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about a recent incident happened to me. It's about a Hope. Actually, I realized that I had a hope on that after it ended. You can consider it as anyway you want. But, on my side, it's like living without a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me get to the story straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered to study in the university (University of Moratuwa), I wanted to do a sport during my stay at the university. My favourite sport was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as you all know. On the second day I saw the Tennis team of the university practicing . So, I was very to keen to join them. Due to competition in academics, I had to sacrifice one year of my sporting career. All in all, Somehow, I was able to start my practices in the second year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards, I sacrificed everything to get to a good level in the game. Carrying the damn heavy racket bag, motivating all the new comers, attending and organizing extra practice hours, cutting lectures, some days I purposely went back home to get a short or shoes and especially getting scolded heavily from my parents for concentrating only on Tennis and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that I was very successful. I was able improve very well. I kept my heart on the racket when I was practicing. I always took advice from the great masters of our team and concentrated very very hard. So, somehow as a beginner, I was good. Well, actually I was able to be in the top (not No.1) out of the beginners list.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I enjoyed the game and the company of my team mates to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I and my fellow new comers got the chance to play for the trials to get into the official tennis team. I badly wanted to get there. There was 7 to compete and only two were selected.&lt;br /&gt;Just before this mini-tournament was announced, a stupid hamstring injury struck me. And I couldn't move my feet on the court like I used to. It showed signs, that I'm about to get into trouble. And then I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those matches I was only able to beat one opponent. I lost the rest of the matches very badly. I never thought that I can perform as poor that. Hopeless! I hardly had a chance. Thankx to my hamstring.  And so was my luck. It always acted against me.&lt;br /&gt;Finally in simple form "I couldn't make it".&lt;br /&gt;More than one year of very hard work and sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was upset, in fact a lot upset about what happened. Because I had nothing to do about it. I wouldn't have felt such a bad feeling if I wasn't so bounded to it. So, then only I felt that I have failed yet again because of my own hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today I don't consider this as a bad memory, but as a good learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel a lot free about this. Just concentrating on the usual practice.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I perform well when nobody expects anything from me.&lt;br /&gt;And I also feel a lot proud and happy about being in the best sporting team in the university.&lt;br /&gt;By the way I also have to mention about the two great cap's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tharaka aiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Roshan aiya&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; who motivated me 'not to give up' and keep on fighting. Their guidance just gave me a super-strength to practice harder than ever.&lt;br /&gt;After all, this is just nothing, because more disastrous things happening  to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'll always remember this wonderful incident in future as well, which will give me courage and strength in whatever I do to make things happen for me or you!&lt;br /&gt;After all, 'middle path rule' is always the key to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at last, this is kind of another victory for me. Because I have never experienced the feeling of 'defeat in a sport' before. So,  it's a bonus.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Tennis means Mora &amp;amp; Mora only!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-7919865939855314537?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/7919865939855314537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=7919865939855314537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/7919865939855314537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/7919865939855314537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/07/unluck-strikes-me-again.html' title='Unluck strikes me again!'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-7450086460045429816</id><published>2008-06-17T10:54:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:51:38.796+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts! - Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are only a limited number of opportunities in life. If you let go of one, you won’t get another again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't hide light in darkness &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(To 999)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without stars the world would be full of darkness for ever! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(To 333)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you depend too much heavily on your closest friends,then your end will also depend them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(To 777)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendship is eternal when is doesn't rely on anything or any reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hopes and faith interconnects people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love is a word of war. Because you never know when it will strike you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(To Iyesha Akka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing and understanding how to enjoy life is truly a blessing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(S.man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who have hearts like flowers have beautiful thoughts, but they can easily be crushed as well. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(To 333)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your greatest strength is always your greatest weakness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your vision in life is a measure of your success.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't let the time decide your destiny, let yourself decide your destiny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes in society were built because of rubbish called status.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most people have instantaneous hearts, that's the main reason for heart-attacks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to make other people's lives better, but I don't have time to do it for myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best thing I do is 'make people happy', The end result of that is ending up labeled a 'Joker/Clown'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Human kind will never civilize until they let go of the social-class system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-7450086460045429816?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/7450086460045429816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=7450086460045429816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/7450086460045429816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/7450086460045429816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-thoughts-chapter-2.html' title='My Thoughts! - Chapter 2'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-1606311118409551650</id><published>2008-06-13T09:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:49:00.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal Concepts'/><title type='text'>Universal Friendship - A Different view about Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all this post may seem a little weired to many of you who are reading this. But, just think about what I am saying. I'll be very glad if you can leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard many times that,&lt;br /&gt;'A true friend is someone,&lt;br /&gt;Who is always there with you when you are in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;Who lends you a shoulder when you are crying,&lt;br /&gt;Who always cares about you and protects you from evil,&lt;br /&gt;And bla bla bla....'&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have heard things like that about friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Of course they are true and very correct. And are really nice when you experience them.&lt;br /&gt;But, I call this "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Traditional Friendship&lt;/span&gt;". Because concepts in this definition for friendship would lead you to be more and more emotional and heavily dependent on your friend, such that if some little misunderstanding happens sometimes your everlasting friendship is in danger. I personally had seen people being like this and had experienced it myself too. Actually, there is nothing wrong being like that. But, I think that friendship is more broader than that. Something more complex than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you what I/we think what "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Universal Friendship&lt;/span&gt;" is all about.&lt;br /&gt;The friendship I am talking about, only depends on 'mutual understanding'.&lt;br /&gt;And almost all the conditions of Traditional friendship are violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your friend would &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;remain with you unchangeable in all situations&lt;/span&gt;. i.e. He would &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;not be showing out his sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when you are sad. I say it because, if you also become sad and fall mentally when your friend is sad, then sometimes you won't be able help him to over come his problem and recover back fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;not sensitive to your emotions&lt;/span&gt; emotionally. But, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;sensitive to you via understanding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Behaves as an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;ordinary person in public&lt;/span&gt;, apart from being special every time everywhere. But, shows his  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;specialty  at the right time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And Universal Friendship is totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;independent from gender, age, region and social status&lt;/span&gt;.  And has no restrictions and boundaries due to culture and other reasons. It doesn't mean that there are no secrets within them, of course they may have their own personal things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And their friendship &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't only benefit themselves&lt;/span&gt;, but to everyone around them who needs help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Listening and understanding comes first&lt;/span&gt; before advising.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;no reason why he/she is your friend&lt;/span&gt;. i.e. your friendship doesn't rely on any condition. Because when you decide a reason for friendship and when it is violated your friendship has no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After all, the things I mentioned may be incomplete, because of low details.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my entire life upto now, from things I experienced, from things I've heard and from things I analyzed I/we think this is the best way a friendship should be to be eternal, precious and sacred.&lt;br /&gt;Simply, it's just unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understood what my point are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I would like to dedicate this special posting for my Best friend "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sudantha&lt;/span&gt;" who has been my friend for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;18 years&lt;/span&gt; of the 23 years I lived so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Powered by Sudantha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Universal Vishwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-1606311118409551650?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/1606311118409551650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=1606311118409551650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/1606311118409551650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/1606311118409551650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2007/12/universal-friendship-different-view.html' title='Universal Friendship - A Different view about Friendship'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-5998570641991489824</id><published>2008-05-15T14:45:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:09:42.786+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>My Favourite Car! - Nissan Skyline GTR</title><content type='html'>This is one the most attractive cars I have ever seen. The Nissan Skyline GT-R 34 came popular after creating the movie ‘Fast and Furious’. This is also one the best cars Nissan has ever built. It really is a car with good performance. This car is supposed to entertain anyone who drives it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we take look around the car, it seems like it's big, but actually it’s not. And the narrow, clear and canted headlights give it a threatening look of a falcon. Skyline GT-R is also actually one of the few top-performers that are quite useful in normal day driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/RzA6vhWgpUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0VH3qJgmmrs/s1600-h/skyline+GTR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/RzA6vhWgpUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0VH3qJgmmrs/s400/skyline+GTR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129664563656041794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Looks:&lt;/u&gt; This car doesn’t have the typical babyish car look, but the aggressive, threatening and attacking look of a Warrior. Also have all sorts of looks, sport, normal and especially decent as well. Modifications to the will certainly add a unique reputation to this GT-R to enhance its attractiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Engine:&lt;/u&gt; Smooth and quite 3.2 liter engine generating 328 bhp at 8000 rpm max., improved valve timing and exhaust system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Transmission:&lt;/u&gt; 6-speed gearbox with close ratio shifting, limited slip differential. Transmission is precise and offers good feel with a clutch that is sharp, large and progressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Brakes:&lt;/u&gt; has one of the world’s most sophisticated brake systems featuring race-ABS. Brake cooling is improved by large ducts in the front spoiler to channel air to front brake disks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aerodynamics:&lt;/u&gt; The front and rear diffusers regulate the air flow along the car’s underbody creating down force. Improves handling and stability at speeds of 80 kmph enhances stability in corners and braking. The dual level-type rear wing features a stiff main-wing adjustable in four angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Handling:&lt;/u&gt; Has better handling ability especially in cornering and high speeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Interior:&lt;/u&gt; Quite comfortable and bucket seats holds the driver tight when driving fast and cornering. All controls are in easy reach for the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Specialty:&lt;/u&gt; What really distinguishes the Skyline from any other car though, is ATTESA, the GT-R’s all-wheel-drive system. ATTESA-ETS usually operates in rear-wheel-drive setup, but when necessary (i.e. when a wheel spins); it can electronically shift up to 50% of the engine’s torque to the front wheels. In effect, the GT-R behaves like a RWD rather than an AWD car, just with some more front-end bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other:&lt;/u&gt; The technologies used in uneven weight distribution, dynamic torque distribution and ABS enhancements ensure the safety of the driver to a higher level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I don’t like Nissan cars. They just don’t seem to have the looks and passion when you are driving them. But of course, this “Nissan Skyline GT-R” is exceptional. That is why it is my Favorite Car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal VIS&lt;br /&gt;References: www.jbskyline.net/R34/GTR/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-5998570641991489824?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jbskyline.net/R34/GTR/' title='My Favourite Car! - Nissan Skyline GTR'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/5998570641991489824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=5998570641991489824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/5998570641991489824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/5998570641991489824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-favourite-car-nissan-skyline-gtr.html' title='My Favourite Car! - Nissan Skyline GTR'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/RzA6vhWgpUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0VH3qJgmmrs/s72-c/skyline+GTR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-5379653342472848262</id><published>2008-02-25T16:36:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:41:24.499+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Driving your Life like a Car!</title><content type='html'>Life is like driving a car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see what's ahead of you in the whole world (future) from the big windscreen. Also you can see what's behind you from the three little rear view mirrors (past).&lt;br /&gt;Without them you can't drive. You need to balance your focus to drive properly;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't look back, you never know who will overtake you.&lt;br /&gt;Also if you don't look ahead you don't know where you are going.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you drive too fast, you may face an accident very soon.&lt;br /&gt;If you drive too slow you might not be able to complete the journey of life (and win it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take the shortest path in a difficult roadway, you will be exhausted at the end of the journey. Or,&lt;br /&gt;If you choose a long comfortable high-way, time will run away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't maintain your car properly, you might run out of fuel and will certainly have to push it by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only drive your life depending on the type of your Ride!&lt;br /&gt;If your car is a "Morris Minor", you hardly can do anything with it at present.&lt;br /&gt;If your car is a Super car like "Ferrari 599 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(264, 333 and 999)&lt;/span&gt; or Bugatti Veyron&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(777)&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you can drive your life at the speed of sound. It is very fast but, it certainly doesn't suit Off-road conditions.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a "Bus", you can certainly do a lot of good to many others by providing transport to them. But, it certainly is slow, because you have take them with you too.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a "Defender &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(464)&lt;/span&gt; or a Hummer", you can drive it under any circumstances,  no matter what the conditions of the environment, even though it is not the fastest-best ride to get to your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-5379653342472848262?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/5379653342472848262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=5379653342472848262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/5379653342472848262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/5379653342472848262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/02/driving-your-life-like-car.html' title='Driving your Life like a Car!'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-3109383815182137210</id><published>2008-02-22T14:07:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:34:43.306+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts! - Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You may be an expert  when you  play with other people's lives. But, you will always  loose when you  play with yourself."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Types of Hearts :&lt;br /&gt;                        Some people have hearts like Butter.&lt;br /&gt;                        Some people have hearts like Stones.&lt;br /&gt;                        Some people have hearts like Dust.&lt;br /&gt;             &amp;amp;        Some people have hearts like Glass.&lt;br /&gt;         But,        I have a heart like Water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The best thing I like about this world is that I cannot understand what it is, how it goes and where it is going."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Emotional people are low in strength. Emotion-less people are Hard &amp;amp; Brittle. Average people are Ductile. But, I am an Elastomer."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fall in Love. But, don't fall because of Love."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“I hate humans because of their inhumanity. But, I love them because they are still humans.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People say, “Love is blind and deaf”. But I say “Lovers are blind and deaf.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Private comment; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(By 333)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone says ‘I speak 1000 words by writing one’. But, why do I feel. ‘I need to speak 1000 words to explain one.’&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Life is an entangled ball of multiple threads. You can only sort out few. Or sometimes tighten all of them.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“I am an ordinary person, if I can do it, why can’t you?”&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sudantha Victoria and Universal Vishwa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      People say ‘Time is the best medicine’. But, still it wastes time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“If you smile from outside and cry from inside. You are nothing more than a flame.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Too many hopes increases weight.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Think about the future and live for the moment.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“The value of a person doesn’t depend on his/her past or future. But, on what he is doing now at present.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“You can’t change the world. But the only thing you can do is change yourself, to change the world.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“You cannot win battles only with a sword. Shield is also essential.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Incidents change the path of Life."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Everyone is beautiful. But, only few people are blessed with eyes to see it."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It is a foolish thing to convince to people that you are not lying  when you are not lying."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-3109383815182137210?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/3109383815182137210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=3109383815182137210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/3109383815182137210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/3109383815182137210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts! - Chapter 1'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-9213189682925644544</id><published>2008-02-18T14:31:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:43:05.414+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>The Best and Worst Rainy day of my life!</title><content type='html'>It was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, 16th February 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                   Previously I had only seen results of rainy day on TV. But , that day I really did experience how nice and crazy it is to get caught to couple of hours of a rowdy rain. Personally, it was a a super experience to me. So here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I was on my way back home after tennis practices from St. Peter's College. The time was exactly 5.10 pm. I was walking down the streets of Nugegoda as the sky was getting darker. I felt that I'll have to have a great bath before I go home. And then I did. It started to rain very very hard in no time. So, I ran for shelter. There was a shop which was on repair, about 10 people hurried close to it. The rain was so windy that, some of them even were trying to cover their whole body with their umbrella under that shelf. Well, what I meant was, I was getting a  bath under the shelf. My legs were shivering and my bag was also wet. At about 5.48pm, I could hardly identify the pavements, the road was like a river. I felt sorry for those who were doing little businesses in the pavements (people who were selling CD's, hair band, newspapers, etc.). Well, they were trying to protect what ever they have to live the next day of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;At about 6.32pm the rain stopped, infact slowed down a little. So, I decided to go to the bus stand, or else I won't be able to go home for few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Well, the real fun started then. it was really a hard task to walk for 100 meters without stepping into a sewer. So many people were shouting at cars, buses and trucks to slow down, because the waves generated by them were making the people go crazy. Really fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/R76Do-NEnlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LWVMJ_DQQ18/s1600-h/Image%28419%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 232px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/R76Do-NEnlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LWVMJ_DQQ18/s200/Image%28419%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169714162183741010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how, when I reached the halt there was no buses. And one love-couple was having a cold-icy fight with each other in this windy rain under one umbrella. It was the most funny scene I saw in that day. I even took a picture of them. That is what you see in this article.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly one bus arrived. I just flew to it. And the driver was staring at me. Cuz' I was so wet that he pretended not to take me to the bus. Somehow, all in all, after about 15 minutes I could reach home.&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I thought how worst would it be to face a storm or hurricane. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be more fun than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-9213189682925644544?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/9213189682925644544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=9213189682925644544' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/9213189682925644544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/9213189682925644544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-and-worst-rainy-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Best and Worst Rainy day of my life!'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/R76Do-NEnlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LWVMJ_DQQ18/s72-c/Image%28419%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-9024331124491191672</id><published>2007-12-09T10:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:34:29.817+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgettable Moments'/><title type='text'>The Worst and Best Prize Giving</title><content type='html'>This year, I got a group of students who I've taught 2 times before. I've been their teacher in grades 4 and 6. This time I'm teaching them as their grade 9 teacher. This batch of students had some stunning abilities, in fact almost everything about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Super talents&lt;/span&gt;. You name it, they have it! Even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I enjoyed very much teaching this bunch of fun lovers&lt;/span&gt;. This year I also added more to their lives with extra super lessons too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SS_IukY4ZUI/AAAAAAAABmE/0Sio6yDTXM8/s1600-h/28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SS_IukY4ZUI/AAAAAAAABmE/0Sio6yDTXM8/s400/28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273654391041713474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught them very well. Better than ever before. And they were expected to perform excellent in every aspect. Plus+, we wanted to do a very nice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;rocking performance &lt;/span&gt;for the prize Giving at the end of the year. Somehow, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;there was one small issue, in fact it was a big issue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, it is the class teacher who decides and controls what to be done in the prize giving. But, this time, I thought that I should ask my students and get their involvement in deciding it. We wanted to do a drama that includes a song to have a dance scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked few students to join with me to write up the play. There were about 5 writing the drama with me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We had loads of fun during those days. Fun to the extremes! Sometimes I had stomachaches at night as a cause of laughing for hours. &lt;/span&gt;Somehow, because of the exams for them, we had only 3 days to practice. Most of them questioned me out, how I am going to do it in three days. There were parents (&amp;amp; ...) who came asking me this over and over again.  Everything worked out well. Because, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we believed in ourselves very badly and had the faith that we can do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And during those three days, we had even more fun. Joking , laughing, chatting, dancing, everything about fun. We were all together. Those few days will always be in my mind forever. Simply unexplainable. And of course we did our performance very well too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you must be wondering why I called it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Worst prize giving'&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;In fact, here is that sad story. The day of ultimate fun came along. It was Sunday, 9th December 2007 @ 3 pm. It was really a good day till about 5.30pm. So great! But after wards everything started to go wrong, when the prizes were given away. A lot of them was expecting a prize because they answered the examination very well. But unfortunately, some of them missed out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;And simply, some of them tried hard to hide their tears. It's not all about exams, I know. But, they do count as well sometimes. Believe me they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the the ceremony I thought that I Lost! All my effort was of no use.  Actually, I thought that I let them down. But, I would like to mention some things happened after wards.&lt;br /&gt;Some students came to me and thanked me. The only thing they said was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thank you aiye for what you have done for us. We learned a lot and enjoyed your company very much. It's true that we couldn't get good marks for you. But, today we bow to you because we are lucky enough to be your students for this year." (This is just the compressed idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tank of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt; came to my eyes on that moment (but, I hid them inside as always) and I really couldn't control my feelings when I heard those words. Honestly, it really touched my heart very badly and still makes me ...&lt;br /&gt;I was crying for about 10 days after the prize giving. Luckily no one saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, tears are coming to my eyes when I'm typing these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That day I realized how lucky I am. That is why I always thank God for making me a 'Teacher'. It's the best gift I have in this world! It's all about self-satisfaction. It's a wonderful feeling which is very hard to explain. Life can never be more better than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how that unforgettable day passed on. After all, now I realize that everything has worked out well. That is why I named this year as "The Best Year".&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what I have to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"It doesn't matter what you teach as long as you teach it with all your heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my greatest strength and will always be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-9024331124491191672?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://picasaweb.google.com/vishwa264/TheBestYear?authkey=W9B4l6V6IZc#' title='The Worst and Best Prize Giving'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/9024331124491191672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=9024331124491191672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/9024331124491191672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/9024331124491191672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2008/11/worst-and-best-prize-giving.html' title='The Worst and Best Prize Giving'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SS_IukY4ZUI/AAAAAAAABmE/0Sio6yDTXM8/s72-c/28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-4492430354405492209</id><published>2007-11-28T15:14:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:32:40.695+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal Concepts'/><title type='text'>Aspirations, Hopes and Luck!</title><content type='html'>Do you think you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes you might think you are not, or sometimes you may be feeling Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;How do you define your self as a Lucky?&lt;br /&gt;Are you always lucky, or a little luckier or never?&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot say anything about it, let me tell you what I feel Luck is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hopes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Aspirations &lt;/span&gt;to fulfill. So if all of them come true everytime, you certainly may be feeling luckier than anyone else in this universe. But, if they don't come true, (i.e. Nothing seems to be going the way you wanted) then you must be feeling that god has not given you that special blessing called&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; "Luck"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've heard that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hopes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Aspirations&lt;/span&gt; are the two things that humans rely their lives on. It can be your job, family, friends etc. or anything. So for someone who never gets to see his dreams coming true, (I think) life is really a bitter experience . And they seek alternatives to get what they want. (Sometimes escape in challenges in life is also considered an alternative) I too think that Hopes are the keys that makes this world a beautiful place to live. Aspirations are the decorations of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;all of us who saw birth in this world are lucky&lt;/span&gt;, atleast upto a certain extent no matter what the difficulties we face. But, we can only see it if our hearts are not blind. You may be an orphan or an ignored child in your family or any kind who is crushed by the society or etc... But, you still have your life to live happy, the way you want, without relying (too much) on people around. B&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ecause hopes are the ropes that interconnects us (living beings). Also to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;see the beauty of this world you need not be a lucky person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, if I consider my own life, I don't consider my self lucky in the sense of Dreams/Hopes coming true. Because if I dream they never come true. So nowadays I never dream. What a pity. 'I live a life without hopes', but my intention is to make other people's dreams come true. I (only) feel very happy when I see someone's dreams come true. But, I certainly feel lucky, because I can see the beauty and a meaning in almost anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a conclusion I think that, we can only consider our selves lucky according to the way we see our vision of life.&lt;br /&gt;So do you still think you are unlucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lucky VIS 264~464&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/R01EZnQ88SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dcsWc1IiYJo/s1600-h/yin+yan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-4492430354405492209?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/4492430354405492209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=4492430354405492209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/4492430354405492209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/4492430354405492209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2007/11/aspirations-hopes-and-luck.html' title='Aspirations, Hopes and Luck!'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-980093795849420302</id><published>2007-11-26T14:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:24:23.224+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>You never know when your Guardian Angel will be there for you</title><content type='html'>This is an e-mail I received from one of my friends, which touched my heart deep. So I thought I should put this wonderful message on my blog. This really is what relationships are all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;People come into your life for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Reason&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Season&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lifetime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt;, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are.&lt;br /&gt;They are there for the reason you need them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done.&lt;br /&gt;The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;SEASON&lt;/span&gt;, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.&lt;br /&gt;They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;They may teach you something you have never done.&lt;br /&gt;They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFETIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;relationships teach you lifetime lessons,&lt;br /&gt;things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.&lt;br /&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson,&lt;br /&gt;love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment by Universal Vishwa &lt;/span&gt;: I would like to express the idea and message mentioned above in one single sentence by a statement made by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Prarthana &lt;/span&gt;6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"In this journey of life, even though we always like to live our lives with our beloved ones, we will sometimes have to let go of some of them to move on with life, though we love them a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Also, we might have to live with some, who we never wanted to live with, because we have no choice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2928837854765725923-980093795849420302?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/980093795849420302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=980093795849420302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/980093795849420302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/980093795849420302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-never-know-when-your-guardian-angel.html' title='You never know when your Guardian Angel will be there for you'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-4593475669073404451</id><published>2007-11-14T13:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:47:11.479+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>About Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an ordinary guy who lives in the town Nugegoda in Sri Lanka. There are four in my family.  I have one brother. I studied at St. Joseph's College, Colombo 10. And now I'm at University of Moratuwa, following a Bachelor of Science degree in Electronics and Telecommunications Engineering (2006-2010). My passion is to become a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;good Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, even though I am studying to become an engineer. Also I like to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cricket&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;badly. Specially I want  to become a very good tennis player ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;I love to have fun because I can't control my mouth. I love to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Smile, Laugh and Joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;every second I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"I always want to see about life in a different perspective/angle every time I breath."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all about me in a shorten form (simple sentences).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;br /&gt;264~464&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-4593475669073404451?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/4593475669073404451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=4593475669073404451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/4593475669073404451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/4593475669073404451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2007/11/about-me.html' title='About Me...'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928837854765725923.post-3567613190904926255</id><published>2007-06-25T16:06:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:52:32.725+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>Site Under Construction</title><content type='html'>If you are willing to apply for the tender for making up my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Contact me ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Vishwa&lt;br /&gt;264~464&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928837854765725923-3567613190904926255?l=universalvishwa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/feeds/3567613190904926255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928837854765725923&amp;postID=3567613190904926255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/3567613190904926255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928837854765725923/posts/default/3567613190904926255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalvishwa.blogspot.com/2007/06/site-under-construction.html' title='Site Under Construction'/><author><name>Universal Vishwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06789189823394726508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wZGoAUVu5YI/SFdE5DhZu4I/AAAAAAAABH0/Q7XHxxYPpdg/S220/Potriat+1+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
