<?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-35828576</id><updated>2012-01-25T10:09:58.269-08:00</updated><category term='Chocolates'/><category term='Thanks Giving'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Bangalore'/><category term='Social Stigma'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Happenings'/><category term='ILP at Trivandrum'/><title type='text'>My Scribbles</title><subtitle type='html'>For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-1065079888211284565</id><published>2012-01-02T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T05:15:48.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year - 2012</title><content type='html'>Most anticipated year because of the movie 2012. Also you can't stop the time anyways. I didn't get much time sit and reflect on the year 2011 during the last week of 2011, which I generally do. Glad I am able to do today. A day alone to rest, reflect. The year 2011 started but little gloomy during the first few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My B'day was not happy and I spent almost 2 months alone in the PG. One good thing is I was able to get trained in Apologetic through the fingerprints program. God was walking with me in each and every step. I lost my miss during the first part of the year. Marital life started with a bliss and continuing with God as guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta write a few words about the miracles and God's providence through out all this. One thing I witnessed in my life for my past 26 years, GOD NEVER FAILS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words of the psalmist stated in Psalm 23:4, "Though I walk through the valley of shadow of death I'll fear no evil".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this New Year 2012, we, stepped into the New Year holding the hands of God who knows the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a Blessed New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-1065079888211284565?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1065079888211284565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=1065079888211284565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/1065079888211284565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/1065079888211284565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-2012.html' title='New Year - 2012'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-3717168057222027235</id><published>2011-05-21T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T20:20:21.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning at IMC</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful Sunday Morning!!! It was very nice as I rode in Dio to Church in the early hours of the day when it was drizzling gracefully. I was thrilled by the chillness of the morning, beautiful trees with flowers which adorn the 80ft road of Indiranagar, smell of wet soil and the cool breeze which brushed my hair. My heart was filled with gratitude for the Lord for His beautiful creations and the free gift to live in this Beautiful world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was filled with cheer by His presence in the church. Fellowship over a cup of hot coffee made me feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout for joy in the Lord, O you righteous!! Praise befits the upright. Psalms 33:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-3717168057222027235?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3717168057222027235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=3717168057222027235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3717168057222027235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3717168057222027235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-morning-at-imc.html' title='Sunday Morning at IMC'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-2957440929240435614</id><published>2011-01-21T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T18:03:15.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>We hear this phrase often. But do we realize what does this really mean. I came across this anonymous Poem. I'd like to share this. I believe this phrase, can't be described more clearly than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are forgotten, neglected, or purposely set at naught, and you don't sting or hurt with the oversight, but your heart is happy being counted worthy to suffer for Christ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your advice disregarded, your opinion ridiculed, and you refuse to let anger rise in your heart or even defend yourself, but take it all in patient, loving silence;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lovingly and patiently bear any disorder, any irregularity, any annoyance; when you can stand face to face with waste, folly, extravagance, spiritual insensibility, and endure it as Jesus did;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are content with any food, and offering, any raiment, any climate, any society, any solitude, any interruption by the will of God;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation or record your own good works or itch after commendation, when you can truly love to be unknown;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can see your brother prosper and have his needs met, and can honestly rejoice with him in spirit and feel no envy, nor question God, while your own needs are far greater and you are in desperate circumstances;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can receive correction and reproof from one of less stature than yourself and can humbly submit, inwardly as well as outwardly, finding no rebellion or resentment rising up within your heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is dying to self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-2957440929240435614?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2957440929240435614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=2957440929240435614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2957440929240435614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2957440929240435614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2011/01/living-sacrifice.html' title='Living Sacrifice'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-6109196728693043716</id><published>2010-12-29T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T07:50:47.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live for Jesus and Die for Jesus</title><content type='html'>I know the title of this post is intriguing to most of the readers. This is very easy to utter but very difficult to practice. The same message echoed in many martyrs lives through out the history of the world. From the times of Caesar Nero to the Regime of Communism to the many who are enduring persecution across the world. Esp in India due to many Hindu Extremists. I am damn sure, they are very happy now in heaven and singing along with all the saints in Heaven. What a Glorious thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share a true incident that happened in Orissa, August 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the riots against Christians sparked in Orissa, many families ran out of the villages to save themselves from the angry mob. There was one such family which comprised of a father, mother and a small baby. After 3 days, this family decided to return to their own house in the village. The unruly mob of around 20 surrounded them and forced them to deny Jesus. The man refused. After hours of torture and compulsion, he was firm in his conviction. All of a sudden, one among the mob hit the man in his head with a club. Blood flooded out of his head and he fainted. The mob tied him to a 2 wheeler and dragged him for kms. His wife pleaded with the mob to let him go and wept and ran behind the 2 wheeler carrying her baby. Those men bathed him in kerosene and lit him with fire when he was still alive. Wife reached the spot only to find the corpse of her husband. She and her baby was stranded. None was there to help her and she cried her heart out. She's still alive living with the Christians in the jungle. When she was asked what is she going to do. She had declared, she's gonna raise her kid for the glory of God and to live till the end for the Lord. Hallelujah." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether I'll be able to stand firm for the Lord like her. This is a challenge to all my Christian brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think over it this year end!!! What would be our response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna stand on our knees and cry out to God for the lost souls in the world. Are we gonna stand firm in the tribulations that await us.&lt;br /&gt;Are we still seeking the comforts and chasing after the worldly things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6109196728693043716?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6109196728693043716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=6109196728693043716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6109196728693043716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6109196728693043716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/12/live-for-jesus-and-die-for-jesus.html' title='Live for Jesus and Die for Jesus'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8881495046011235601</id><published>2010-11-15T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:13:43.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolves within!!!</title><content type='html'>An old grandfather, whose grandson came to him full of anger at a schoolmate who had done him an injustice, said, 'Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times.'&lt;br /&gt;He continued, 'It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.'&lt;br /&gt;'But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit.'&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked intently into his grandfather's eye and asked, 'Which one wins, grandfather?'&lt;br /&gt;The grandfather solemnly said, 'The one I feed.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8881495046011235601?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8881495046011235601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8881495046011235601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8881495046011235601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8881495046011235601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/11/wolves-within.html' title='Wolves within!!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-138999292541385636</id><published>2010-10-30T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:53:35.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible - written by men, why do I trust?</title><content type='html'>I have encountered situations where in people asked questions like why do I need to trust in Bible, it was written by men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this devotion by "Our Daily Bread". This would answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ: 2 Timothy 3:14-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be diligent to present yourself approved to God. —2 Timothy 2:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve often witnesses to his co- workers. But when he mentions something directly from the Bible, someone frequently responds: “Wait! That was written by men, and it’s full of errors just like any other book.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following letter to the editor in our local newspaper expresses a similar thought: “Believers cite that the Word of God is infallible, but I see no apparent reason to believe that the words written in the Bible by man are any more infallible than the words written in a science journal by man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we respond when the Scriptures are so readily dismissed as being just man’s words with errors? Most of us aren’t biblical scholars and may not have an answer. But if we do some reading (2 Tim. 2:15), we’ll find the evidence that it’s God-inspired (3:16) and therefore trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, consider this: Over a period of 1,600 years, 40 different authors wrote the 66 books of the Bible. There were 400 silent years between the 39 books of the Old Testament and the 27 of the New Testament. Yet, Genesis to Revelation tell one unified story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we accept the Bible by faith, there’s plenty of evidence that it’s true. Let’s be diligent to study and share what we learn with others. —Anne Cetas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Further Study&lt;br /&gt;To understand more about why we can trust the Bible, read Can I Really Trust The Bible?&lt;br /&gt;at www.discoveryseries.org/q0402&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a skeptical world you can trust God’s reliable Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-138999292541385636?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/138999292541385636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=138999292541385636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/138999292541385636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/138999292541385636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/10/bible-written-by-men-why-do-i-trust.html' title='Bible - written by men, why do I trust?'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-2428027776983512408</id><published>2010-07-17T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:54:58.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CMC - Dr. Ida S Scudder</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jV-HYXbXvho&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jV-HYXbXvho&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-2428027776983512408?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2428027776983512408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=2428027776983512408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2428027776983512408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2428027776983512408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/07/cmc-dr-ida-s-scudder.html' title='CMC - Dr. Ida S Scudder'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-3220435235368211083</id><published>2010-07-16T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:32:18.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Christ the Solid Rock I stand ...</title><content type='html'>Life is not fair!! That's the heart cry of the most of us. But when we put our trust in the Lord and let Him take control, and live in the light of the eternity, these momentary things won't affect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a beautiful real life incident which would strengthen your faith. I dedicate this to all my friends who suffered for no reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3BHL1pyFVY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3BHL1pyFVY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-3220435235368211083?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3220435235368211083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=3220435235368211083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3220435235368211083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3220435235368211083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-christ-solid-rock-i-stand.html' title='On Christ the Solid Rock I stand ...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-2622912779262131128</id><published>2010-03-01T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:40:42.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what faith can do - Kutless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTr8mB--sZw"&gt;Here is the song &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;Everybody falls sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find the strength to rise&lt;br /&gt;From the ashes and make a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can feel the ache&lt;br /&gt;You think it’s more than you can take&lt;br /&gt;But you are stronger, stronger than you know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you give up now&lt;br /&gt;The sun will soon be shining&lt;br /&gt;You gotta face the clouds&lt;br /&gt;To find the silver lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen dreams that move the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Hope that doesn’t ever end&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve seen miracles just happen&lt;br /&gt;Silent prayers get answered&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts become brand new&lt;br /&gt;That’s what faith can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter what you’ve heard&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is not a word&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a reason for someone not to try&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s scared to death&lt;br /&gt;When they decide to take that step&lt;br /&gt;Out on the water&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Life is so much more&lt;br /&gt;Than what your eyes are seeing&lt;br /&gt;You will find your way&lt;br /&gt;If you keep believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen dreams that move the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Hope that doesn’t ever end&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve seen miracles just happen&lt;br /&gt;Silent prayers get answered&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts become brand new&lt;br /&gt;That’s what faith can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world says you can’t&lt;br /&gt;It’ll tell you that you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen dreams that move the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Hope that doesn’t ever end&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve seen miracles just happen&lt;br /&gt;Silent prayers get answered&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts become brand new&lt;br /&gt;That’s what faith can do&lt;br /&gt;That's what faith can do!&lt;br /&gt;Even if you fall sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You will have the strength to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-2622912779262131128?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2622912779262131128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=2622912779262131128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2622912779262131128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2622912779262131128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-faith-can-do-kutless.html' title='what faith can do - Kutless'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-1658029526506396965</id><published>2010-03-01T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:21:37.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When God wants to drill a man</title><content type='html'>~ Author Unknown&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When God wants to drill a man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thrill a man, and skill a man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When God wants to mold a man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To play the noblest part;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When He yearns with all His heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To create so great and bold a man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That all the world shall be amazed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch his methods; watch His ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How He ruthlessly perfects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When He royally elects!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How He hammers him and hurts him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with mighty blows converts him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into trial shapes of clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which only God understands;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While his tortured heart is crying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And He lifts beseeching hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How He bends but never breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When His good He undertakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How He uses whom he chooses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with every purpose fuses him;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But every act induces him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To try His splendor out --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knows what He's about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-1658029526506396965?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1658029526506396965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=1658029526506396965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/1658029526506396965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/1658029526506396965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-god-wants-to-drill-man.html' title='When God wants to drill a man'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-2441673514857069243</id><published>2010-02-14T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T10:39:53.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Valentine !!!</title><content type='html'>This is just another valentine's day, which is of no significance to me. But then I knew all along Jesus loves us so much. We should love him more than anything in this world. That's the first commandment of the Lord our God. (God never forced us into the LOVE, but it's our choice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to spend few quiet moments alone with him. Yes I did, it was really amazing. My heart was filled with JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share the words of an e-card I found at dayspring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A DIVINE VALENTINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A Valentine may play a love song for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But God plays you the sweetest love song in the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"The Lord your God... rejoices over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A Valentine may give you flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But God sent you the beautiful rose of all JESUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I am the rose of sharon and the lilly of the valleys. Songs of Solomon 2:1"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A Velentine may take you to dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But God has invited you to the most amazing feat ever given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the lamb. Revelation 19:9"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A valentine may provide you with chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But God provides with you something even sweeter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!! Psalms 119:103"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A valentine may be far away. But God is always with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I am with you always. Matthew 28:20"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A valentine may give you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But God has given you everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"God...gives us richly to enjoy all things. 1 Timothy 6:17 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A valentine may love you for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But God loved you before you were born and will love you for all eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love...With loving kindness I have drwan you. Jeremiah 31:3"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Praying you are blessed by the wonderful Love of God this Valentines Day and Always!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-2441673514857069243?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2441673514857069243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=2441673514857069243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2441673514857069243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2441673514857069243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-valentine.html' title='True Valentine !!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-7349070043583737624</id><published>2010-01-25T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T10:47:48.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last few hours before my Birthday !!!</title><content type='html'>I was at my hometown with my parents. The day was very loooooooong. I didn't get to talk with any of my friends. Few disappointments. I've decided to spend considerable time with my dear Lord Jesus before I step into this New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glaciers of disappointment&lt;br /&gt;The rivers of joy&lt;br /&gt;The downpour of responsibility&lt;br /&gt;Earthquakes of Grief&lt;br /&gt;The forging fire of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not trust these are all honing tools in the hands of the perfect sculptor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just don't happen with God&lt;br /&gt;Never fear friend&lt;br /&gt;you din't happen&lt;br /&gt;He knew that you would come this way&lt;br /&gt;You're a plan in God's Great trustful board of time&lt;br /&gt;You didn't just happen&lt;br /&gt;He planned you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in Glory all these sufferings would be forgotten. How faithful is our God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the clock struck 12, my dearest friends called me up and wished me. I was upstairs at my home. But then the eerie silence didn't scare me but enabled me to have a wonderful fellowship with my Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-7349070043583737624?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/7349070043583737624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=7349070043583737624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/7349070043583737624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/7349070043583737624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-of-24th-year-in-my-life.html' title='Last few hours before my Birthday !!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-6862824754286636553</id><published>2010-01-16T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:39:29.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Saturdays '10 @ B'lore so far ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BPBDBkdVkSw/S1H-fAZo8SI/AAAAAAAADVI/IeIlM3Ui4dA/s1600-h/DSC03857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BPBDBkdVkSw/S1H-fAZo8SI/AAAAAAAADVI/IeIlM3Ui4dA/s320/DSC03857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427398834595098914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BPBDBkdVkSw/S1H9tJcA-BI/AAAAAAAADVA/_p4qgcUkkkE/s1600-h/DSC03856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BPBDBkdVkSw/S1H9tJcA-BI/AAAAAAAADVA/_p4qgcUkkkE/s320/DSC03856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427397978027522066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BPBDBkdVkSw/S1H8gm24LmI/AAAAAAAADU4/EukYXdix3jk/s1600-h/DSC03855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BPBDBkdVkSw/S1H8gm24LmI/AAAAAAAADU4/EukYXdix3jk/s320/DSC03855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427396663074893410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BPBDBkdVkSw/S1H1ynzehAI/AAAAAAAADUw/Qgpy__AndpU/s1600-h/DSC03854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BPBDBkdVkSw/S1H1ynzehAI/AAAAAAAADUw/Qgpy__AndpU/s320/DSC03854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427389275985314818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09 Jan '10:&lt;/span&gt; I was yearning to eat some good home food. I ran outta plans as the plan I had got cancelled. I decided to cook and treat myself ;). I finished my shopping around 12:00 PM and kick started off at 12:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The menu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice&lt;br /&gt;Sambar&lt;br /&gt;Beans Fry.&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Ada Payasam&lt;br /&gt;Curd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a great experience. I was alone @ home doing the cooking and finished around 3:30 in the evening. I enjoyed utterly delicious food ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 Jan '10:&lt;/span&gt; Yet another saturday alone @ room. Today I din't have much plans. I just had to return few books to the British Library. Out of the blue, this idea struck me. It's nothing but cleaning and arranging my room. It was a Himalayan task though, I enjoyed it. Lotta challenges I faced. Coz I had to use HIT to HIT the cockroaches Yuckkkkk... My Room reached this state "Clean &amp;amp; Order" (Dunno how long that's gonna stay). This time I resolved that I'd maintain this state of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a quick lunch. Oats and egg. Left for British Library. I love visiting this library :). I was really happy tp pick up my favourite Writer's Novel (P.G.Wodehouse). I had this Donut in my mind ;). So found my way to Brigade road. I got distracted to an old "Food World" @ MG Road. I did buy some groceries for the next week. Sitting at the Donut Baker, watching the busy crowd in the Brigade Road, I finished off the Choco chip Donut. My lonely roomie in the PG felt an urge to eat a Pizza and called me up to get one. That's enough excuse for me to get one for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading my P.G wodehouse @ Pizza Hut while awaiting the order. With Hotel California as a backdrop, it was nice reading that (Coz the novel also started with a lady @ a restaurant reading a book. What a coincidence). Pondering those wonderful moments of the day, I made my way back to PG. It was really tough carrying all the weight ;). Nothing can be compared to this lonely venture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6862824754286636553?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6862824754286636553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=6862824754286636553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6862824754286636553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6862824754286636553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturdays-10-blore-so-far.html' title='Saturdays &apos;10 @ B&apos;lore so far ...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BPBDBkdVkSw/S1H-fAZo8SI/AAAAAAAADVI/IeIlM3Ui4dA/s72-c/DSC03857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-6200360688436391858</id><published>2010-01-16T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:01:42.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Stigma'/><title type='text'>Open your eyes to the world around us ....</title><content type='html'>I came across this video in one of &lt;a href="http://myalpinepath.blogspot.com"&gt;my very good friends' blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like y'all to watch it. It really has affected me and lead me to find a way to do something for this cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeOumyTMCI8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeOumyTMCI8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more about this read &lt;a href="http://sunithakrishnan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunitha's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6200360688436391858?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6200360688436391858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=6200360688436391858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6200360688436391858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6200360688436391858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-your-eyes-to-world-around-us.html' title='Open your eyes to the world around us ....'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-3127287375501635942</id><published>2009-12-30T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:44:40.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This can happen only at tvl ... lol ;)</title><content type='html'>During Christmas it's always a trend in South India, among Christians to wed. My parents had invitations from 5 different wedding parties. The weddings are supposed to happen on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to cover all the wedding parties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with one for breakfast. We were the first ones to have the food. The menu goes like this Idli, Chutney, Sambar, Kesari, Pongal. Delicious it was. My mom and myself gave the small gift to the groom's mother and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, mom and myself visited the another wedding party in another half hour. The breakfast was served at the time of our arrival there. I was forced to have my second breakfast. The menu goes like this Idli, Chutney, Sambar, Vada. I couldn't control myself from laughing about what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day I didn't feel like eating. But then I had to visit another wedding function in the afternoon. Oh Man!!! I couldn't eat anything over there. Since this is a Christian wedding, it's non-veg food. I had lil of it and wasted rest of them (I know I'd be regretting about all the food I wasted this week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the other 2 I couldn't make it. My dad went and gave away the gifts to the marriage parties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can happen only in South India that too southern part of Tamil Nadu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-3127287375501635942?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3127287375501635942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=3127287375501635942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3127287375501635942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3127287375501635942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-can-happen-only-at-tvl-lol.html' title='This can happen only at tvl ... lol ;)'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-4306677396115383412</id><published>2009-12-30T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:09:11.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post of the year 2009</title><content type='html'>2009 has been yet another dark year in my life. Many turning points as well. First half of the year was a great Blessing to me. Next half was full of violent storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did learn a painful lesson in my life. My best friend had become the reason for the pain for the rest of my life. I walked with darkest My life is full of uncertainties as of now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is the world is also in lotta turmoil. Rumours of war, environment instability, science advancements,decay of morality describes the current status of the world. By the end of 2010, we might reach a fate like the movie 2012...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all this, we can be secure in God's safe hands...I'd like to quote my favorite hymn... (I might've quoted it before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Because He Lives I can face tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hymn goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;On Christ the solid rock I stand all other ground is sinking sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With that assurance I'm gonna step into 2010... Wish you all a Blessed New Year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-4306677396115383412?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4306677396115383412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=4306677396115383412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4306677396115383412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4306677396115383412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post-of-year-2009.html' title='Last post of the year 2009'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-5347962552240995674</id><published>2009-12-21T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T04:56:01.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of Advent</title><content type='html'>I don't know, for how many of you this word "Advent" make any sense. Those of you who don't know, it's "Arrival of an important thing". It's nothing but the arrival of Jesus in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month so far has been so exciting. Week end full of carols, shopping, loitering in the MG Road, Brigade Road, Malls and Shops just to have a look at the decorations over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days at work before my vacation were too exciting. Last day @ office I didn't work at all. ;) ... (I should not be saying this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did take some time off and spent alone with God. The realization that God loves us so dearly thrills me... He sent His son to die for our sins. What a great God He is !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this season bring a meaning and Joy to all of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-5347962552240995674?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5347962552240995674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=5347962552240995674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5347962552240995674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5347962552240995674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/12/season-of-advent.html' title='Season of Advent'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-4135518252698559530</id><published>2009-11-17T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:34:31.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosebud, a flower of God's Design by Georgy</title><content type='html'>I happened to read this Poem as one of my good friends have forwarded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.turnbacktogod.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/rosebud-a-flower-of-gods-design.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://f79.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f856%5fAE0EVsoAARLcSwLTvwjh21ac8MY&amp;amp;pid=2.2&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" alt="Rosebud, a flower of God\'s design. " title="rosebud-a-flower-of-gods-design" width="239" border="0" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It is only a tiny rosebud, a flower of God’s design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I cannot unfold the petals with these clumsy hands of mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And the secret of unfolding flowers is not known to such as I.&lt;br /&gt;God opens this flower so sweetly, when in my hands it dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If I cannot unfold a rosebud, this flower of God’s design,&lt;br /&gt;Then how can I have the wisdom to unfold this life of mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;So I’ll trust in Him for leading each moment of my day.&lt;br /&gt;I will look to Him for His guidance each step of the pilgrim way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The pathway that lies before me, only my Heavenly Father knows.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments, just as He unfolds the rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-4135518252698559530?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4135518252698559530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=4135518252698559530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4135518252698559530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4135518252698559530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/11/rosebud-flower-of-gods-design-by-georgy.html' title='Rosebud, a flower of God&apos;s Design by Georgy'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-651213958160208577</id><published>2009-11-12T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:57:07.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks Giving'/><title type='text'>Thanks Giving !!!</title><content type='html'>Today is Novemeber,13, 2009. Time has flown like a spinning wheel. We're almost nearing the New Year. This is also a month of Thanks Giving before we enter into a month of celebration of the Advent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday was observed as Thanks Giving Sunday in our church. Sitting in the pew, I was pondering over the good things God has done in my life this year. No one can deny that fact. Whenever I walk past a disabled person begging for a square of meal, hear about people who tirelessly search for jobs with no luck, managing a family within a tent, sick people who are counting down the days of their life, I feel I'm blessed. But I've been really ungrateful to God many times about the place of stay, etc. which are not worth whining about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how many of you can identify yourself with me. But then, this is the time to ask God for forgiveness and give ourselves to God. Also the time to give the best of what we have to our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Psalm 139:13, 14. The Psalmist says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;For you formed my inward parts; You knitted me together in my mother's womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I Praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works my soul knows it very well.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful verse. These verses clearly depict how our Lord has created each one of us with utmost care. This life is not enough to thank Him for all the blessings we enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this Thanks Giving month and Thanks Giving Day would be meaningful to all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-651213958160208577?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/651213958160208577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=651213958160208577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/651213958160208577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/651213958160208577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-giving.html' title='Thanks Giving !!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-6855969101486879257</id><published>2009-11-11T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:57:45.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolates'/><title type='text'>World Without Chocolates !!!</title><content type='html'>One fine day, I was stressed out in office as usual. Suddenly, I felt the urge of eating chocolates. That was almost dinner time. I persuaded my team members to join me @ Baskin Robins. I had a Dark Chocolate Flavour. I had this thought all of a sudden in my mind. If there were no chocolates in the world how would that be. Lately I've become crazy for choc. With anything and everything I started eating choc. I cannot come out of a supermarket without picking up one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Whatever it is, I can't imagine a world without chocolates. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6855969101486879257?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6855969101486879257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=6855969101486879257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6855969101486879257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6855969101486879257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-without-chocolates.html' title='World Without Chocolates !!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-830201785829114463</id><published>2009-11-09T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:58:04.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>Wet Bangalore...</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 years since I first came to this place. In those days, the roads were really  bad. During rainy seasons, by that time I reach the bus stop, my dress would've become mud sprayed. Thanks to BDA, they laid down the roads. But then, this is a strange thing in B'lore as soon as new roads are laid, another proj would be to dig up the newly laid roads or roads in good condition. So now the road is again back in original bad shape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is worse than before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-830201785829114463?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/830201785829114463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=830201785829114463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/830201785829114463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/830201785829114463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/11/wet-bangalore.html' title='Wet Bangalore...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-6731819144488164341</id><published>2009-10-31T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:05:29.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Rocking Saturday !!!</title><content type='html'>I anticipate Saturday from Monday onwards. That has become a way of life for the last 2 years. I do make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; plans for Saturdays to hang around with my friends. In the recent past it was kinda gloomy. I started staying indoors wishing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; should  never come. But then Life has surprises at times. Today is one such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, which started off as usual at 9:00 AM. (Really early for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.). I had to return some books to the Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way, I met couple of my friends&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;. It's been months altogether since we had a day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to many places where we used to hang out. one of my friends wanted to buy a pet  "Rabbit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the latest technology. Esp "Just dial" which helped us to locate a Pet shop. We found everything from "Love Birds" to "Cats" of all sizes to "Fish" of every size and color, except the "Rabbit" which we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up walking couple of miles, but had a nice time which we can reminisce in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rocking Saturday which was a surprise, a suspense and a gift from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day deserves the chance to be spent "Joyfully" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;in spite&lt;/span&gt; of the trials and temptations we go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible says "This is the day the Lord has made, Let's rejoice and be glad in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of Halloween ended in a very happy note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6731819144488164341?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6731819144488164341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=6731819144488164341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6731819144488164341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6731819144488164341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/10/rocking-saturday.html' title='Rocking Saturday !!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-3703446278416445465</id><published>2009-10-29T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:05:48.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lived Happily Ever After...</title><content type='html'>Guess many would've come across this "They Lived Happily Ever After" by the end of all the fairy tales. It's been a trend nowadays to direct movies related to the Fairy Tales. Shrek, Enchanted, etc many fall  under this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my dream that life should be like a Fairy Tale. But the reality is pain, challenges, hurdles, hatred. There's really no Fairy God Mother :(. There's no body called Prince Charming, sigh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But living the reality, facing the problems and converting the challenges into success stories, would bring the fairy tale into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible only with the help of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-3703446278416445465?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3703446278416445465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=3703446278416445465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3703446278416445465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3703446278416445465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/10/lived-happily-ever-after.html' title='Lived Happily Ever After...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-733033967500954676</id><published>2009-10-26T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:06:08.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness frees the forgiver...</title><content type='html'>I've heard this many times, I didn't understand it till I experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anger is like burning goals. It hurts the person whoever is holding it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgiveness is a bridge, through which everyone need to pass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-733033967500954676?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/733033967500954676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=733033967500954676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/733033967500954676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/733033967500954676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgiveness-frees-forgiver.html' title='Forgiveness frees the forgiver...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-6745705874127760645</id><published>2009-10-14T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:33:04.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life Style...</title><content type='html'>I've been observing lately one strange behavior among all my friends. One day I was surfing late night around 1 AM. I asked my friend who was online, when she'd be off to bed. She said "After Harvesting...". A weird response. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of the application in FB "Farmville". Guess many of you'd have known about this. Even I do play at times. Life has become virtual nowadays. To escape from the stress of reality, we find this virtual world soothing...what a life style it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how the next generation is gonna be with all the Internet and Computer gadgets....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6745705874127760645?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6745705874127760645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=6745705874127760645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6745705874127760645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6745705874127760645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-life-style.html' title='New Life Style...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8077213265127562350</id><published>2009-10-03T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:54:58.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in these storms</title><content type='html'>The very &lt;strong&gt;storms &lt;/strong&gt;through which the believer passes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;will only strengthen him to take a firmer hold of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;As the same wind that blows down the &lt;em&gt;poplar &lt;/em&gt;tree, only&lt;br /&gt;establishes the &lt;em&gt;oak &lt;/em&gt;tree; so the very &lt;strong&gt;storms &lt;/strong&gt;which&lt;br /&gt;uproot the shallow professor, only root the child of&lt;br /&gt;God more firmly in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;strong&gt;these storms&lt;/strong&gt; may shake off some of his&lt;br /&gt;leaves, or break off some of the rotten boughs, they&lt;br /&gt;do not uproot his faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;but rather strengthen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;It is in these storms&lt;/span&gt; that he learns . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;more of his own weakness, and of Christ's strength;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;more of his own misery, and of Christ's mercy;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;more of his own sinfulness, and of super abounding grace;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;  more of his own poverty, and of Christ's riches;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;  more of his own desert of hell, and of his own title to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;It is in these storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that the same blessed Spirit who&lt;br /&gt;began the work carries it on; and goes on to engrave&lt;br /&gt;the image of Christ in deeper characters upon his heart;&lt;br /&gt;and to teach him more and more experimentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;truth as it is in Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;PS: This is a fwd I received from one of my sweet friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8077213265127562350?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8077213265127562350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8077213265127562350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8077213265127562350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8077213265127562350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-in-these-storms.html' title='It&apos;s in these storms'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-2383368178220067367</id><published>2009-09-27T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:08:01.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's crucial decisions</title><content type='html'>This is the time in life, where the cupid's touch make or break people's life. I've been observing people around me, who have very sad stories. There were people who were cheated by their so called lovers. There are couples separated because of the horoscopes mismatch, etc. For all my friends who've been broken by life's unfairness, I'd like to dedicate this song. A song by James Blunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to add this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand Still and let God move. God has taken away the good to give you the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Goodbye My Lover"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a dreamer and when i wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I will bare my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-2383368178220067367?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2383368178220067367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=2383368178220067367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2383368178220067367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2383368178220067367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-crucial-decisions.html' title='Life&apos;s crucial decisions'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-3242882267407167886</id><published>2009-09-06T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:05:12.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Movies dubbed in Tamil</title><content type='html'>It's a trend nowadays in Tamil entertainment channels to dub the famous Hollywood movies and telecast. It's a good initiative that would create awareness among Tamil people about movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always found the dubbed movies to be funny. I've never watched one until today. It happened to be the movie "The Solomon's Mines"  and "The Shanghai Knights".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, we enjoyed like anything. The dialogues were real funny. Our eyes were filled with tears because of laughter and stomach hurt. It was real fun. You won't get bored even if you watch  it 100 times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-3242882267407167886?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3242882267407167886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=3242882267407167886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3242882267407167886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3242882267407167886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/09/movies-dubbed-in-tamil.html' title='Movies dubbed in Tamil'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-908435419754880376</id><published>2009-09-05T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:17:23.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TCE Alumni Association Bangalore Chapter</title><content type='html'>The day started at 9:40 AM, coz I opened my eyes at that time. Late break fast and I was loitering here and there to kill the time. I remembered somebody saying about the Alumni meet  that was about to happen later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly few friends teamed up and decided to attend  it. It was a nice feeling to see all the professors again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our principal shared about the various development activities in College. I was amazed at the rapid development happening at college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one of the events stayed in my mind. It's the introduction part.1989 passed out lady looked like 2006 passed out student. 2000 passed out guy,looked like 1980 passed out... It was funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met many alumni personally. I was inspired by most of them. I dunno where I'll  be ten years down the line. But do want to make a positive impact on the lives around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-908435419754880376?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/908435419754880376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=908435419754880376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/908435419754880376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/908435419754880376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/09/tce-alumni-association-bangalore.html' title='TCE Alumni Association Bangalore Chapter'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8454874696028412772</id><published>2009-09-05T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:53:17.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of this year</title><content type='html'>This is the first blog I'm gonna post this year. It has been a bitter year till now. Came to know a lot about myself and about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costliest lesson I learnt in a painful way. If God was not there all these days I would've perished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lesson I learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 118:8. It is better to trust the Lord than to put confidence in man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized God's Love is unfathomable. No matter how badly we hurt HIM, He's always there to receive us back into His Kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8454874696028412772?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8454874696028412772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8454874696028412772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8454874696028412772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8454874696028412772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-post-of-this-year.html' title='First post of this year'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-749243127793095777</id><published>2008-12-30T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:27:30.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back at 2008....</title><content type='html'>11 months and 30 days have gone by in 2008.It's time to pause for a moment and reflect.As I flipped through the pages of my memory about the year 2008,I found it to be a tough year and filled with gloom.I can count the number of times I laughed and giggled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few remarkable things  happened in my life.My life at the corporate life was at its low.I learn t lotta lessons about different kinds of people.To be successful in corporate life, it's not your skills that really matter,but knowing how to handle tough people and tackle them.Yeah,it's true.Rather I will wait for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year,in which I made few friends.I realized,the people whom you like and love won't be around you all the time.Instead,we should learn to like the people who are around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually,I had become too lazy.I had become more or less like a Dead Sea.I thank God,He made me to realize that.In the past few days I was working on my relationship  with God.Our Lord Jesus is a Good Shepherd,who reaches out for the "one lost sheep" among the one hundred ,found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can consider this year as a year of disappointment and a year of Back Sliding.But the lessons learnt are worth compared to that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words of this hymn comforts me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Because He lives I can Face tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Because He lives all fear is gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Because I know, yes I know,HE holds my future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My life is worth the living just BECAUSE HE LIVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note,this year  had been memorable and precious year.I had spent lotta happy and memorable moments with my dearest friends.I'll treasure these moments and cherish them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a preacher saying this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As you stand in the gate of the new year of  darkness and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;uncertainty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;,it's better to put your hand in God ,who designed your future and trust Him ,to lead you into the future,than to have a light of your own&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with the preacher and abide by his word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the few words of encouragement from the scripture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few verses from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm  23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I walk through the shadow of valley of  death I fear no evil.Your rod and your staff they comfort me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this assurance I step into the New Year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I wish you all a Blessed and Joyful New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-749243127793095777?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/749243127793095777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=749243127793095777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/749243127793095777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/749243127793095777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-back-at-2008.html' title='Looking Back at 2008....'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-552420118090486607</id><published>2008-12-26T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:57:29.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Vacation!!!</title><content type='html'>This is the first time in my whole life,I've got a long Christmas Vacation.This is mere God's Grace.My vacation started on 20th of this month and will go on till Jan 4.I anticipated this vacation since November.I had lotta plans for this hols.I was able to execute most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more week to go.I am really sad to go back to work again.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for this vacation.Coz I desperately needed a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-552420118090486607?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/552420118090486607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=552420118090486607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/552420118090486607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/552420118090486607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-vacation.html' title='Long Vacation!!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-6560390050702040610</id><published>2008-12-24T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:40:45.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Story - Part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I came across this story in a Blog.This clearly depicts the Love of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu." Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country.People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders. And then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing:&lt;br /&gt;Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home."&lt;br /&gt;You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on and if this is the end of the world. Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard.&lt;br /&gt;What? He yells it again! And your &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt; tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. Wait a minute. Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another-some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;'s blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying.But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and you wife aside and says, "May we see you for moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need ... we need you to sign a consent form."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty. "H-how many pints?" And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says,"We had no idea it would be little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all."&lt;br /&gt;"But-but...You don't understand." "We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We need it all!"&lt;br /&gt;"But can't you give him a transfusion?"&lt;br /&gt;"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"&lt;br /&gt;In numb silence, you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk back?&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say, "&lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt;, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"&lt;br /&gt;And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've-got to get started. People all over the world are dying."&lt;br /&gt;Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why, why have you forsaken me?"&lt;br /&gt;And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care.&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to jump up and say, "MY &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;SON&lt;/span&gt; DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?"&lt;br /&gt;Is that what &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; wants to say? "MY &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;SON&lt;/span&gt;(Jesus Christ) DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great Love you have for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May Your Love touch our lives and keep us from sinning against you and help us to spread your Love to this fallen world,this Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6560390050702040610?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6560390050702040610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=6560390050702040610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6560390050702040610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6560390050702040610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story-part-2.html' title='Christmas Story - Part 2.'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-450556089515478306</id><published>2008-12-23T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:06:46.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through a Man "Adam",the mankind lost its relationship with God.After the fall of mankind,God tried to communicate to humans through many men of God,like Abraham,Moses,David,etc.But then that was not enough.Still the people were in darkness of Sin.God decided to send His own son to earth to be born,work and live along with humankind and experience life's temptations and sufferings.He lived as man yet without sin.That man is "Jesus Christ" himself.He suffered,died,was buried and rose again from the dead.He's alive now.He became the way and truth of life.There's no other way to heaven but Jesus.He'll come again to take His Believers to Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Gift of God is the reason for Christmas,which many of us are not aware.I wish Christ be born in your heart this Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I wish you all a Very Merry Christ Centered Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;PS:To know more about this,you can feel free to contact me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-450556089515478306?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/450556089515478306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=450556089515478306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/450556089515478306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/450556089515478306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story.html' title='Christmas Story...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-5914734133197441795</id><published>2008-12-23T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:25:36.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics in Corporate World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Though work ethics,Vision,Mission,Values are defined as part of Companies policies.It is hardly followed in Indian Companies.In particular,the largest Indian IT firms.I was in a project which has seen the worst of politics in the whole of IT industry.I wonder whether people of this age do have conscience?Whoever tries to climb up the ladder at the expense of others should know this fact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT YOU SOW,SO WILL YOU REAP&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-5914734133197441795?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5914734133197441795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=5914734133197441795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5914734133197441795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5914734133197441795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/politics-in-corporate-world.html' title='Politics in Corporate World...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-4858136419925516686</id><published>2008-12-22T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:18:48.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dummy Santa Clauses...</title><content type='html'>From my childhood I've seen many many kinds of Dummy Santa Clauses.Of course I do like Santa Claus.I do love "Jingle Bells".I just wanted to discuss about the various Santa Clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These are the people who are dressed up like Santa Claus during a carol service or a carol round.I dunno the real purpose,but atleast to amuse the kids,even the adults at times.:).The dressed up Santa,must be enjoying or doing it as a service to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These are the real Santas,who don't wear the costume.But really spread the joy of Christmas by giving gifts to the needy people without other's knowledge.I wish many fall in this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are some people who are really paid to be Santas.They are made to stand in front of the shops or malls and amuse the customers.I really pity them.Yeah,we need amusement.But doing that for a commercial reason,stains the holy purpose of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In western countries,the parents act as a Santa Claus to their kids,just to keep the mythical character alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Real History behind Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know how many of you all know who is this mysterious,jolly fat Santa Claus,who loves to gift people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St.Nicholas is the primary inspiration for the Christian figure of Santa Claus. He was a 4th-century Greek Christian &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bishop" title="Bishop"&gt;bishop&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myra" title="Myra"&gt;Myra&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lycia" title="Lycia"&gt;Lycia&lt;/a&gt;, a province of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Byzantine_Empire" title="Byzantine Empire"&gt;Byzantine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anatolia" title="Anatolia"&gt;Anatolia&lt;/a&gt;, now in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkey" title="Turkey"&gt;Turkey&lt;/a&gt;. Nicholas was famous for his generous gifts to the poor, in particular presenting the three impoverished daughters of a pious Christian with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dowry" title="Dowry"&gt;dowries&lt;/a&gt; so that they would not have to become &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prostitute" title="Prostitute" class="mw-redirect"&gt;prostitutes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What inspired him?It was God who gave us the greatest gift  on Christmas day.His only son to this world.In remembrance of this,gifts are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God so loved the world,He gave us His only begotten son,that whosoever believe in Him shall not perish.But have eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-4858136419925516686?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4858136419925516686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=4858136419925516686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4858136419925516686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4858136419925516686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/dummy-santa-clauses.html' title='Dummy Santa Clauses...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-5545769406738456560</id><published>2008-12-22T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:36:08.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping again...</title><content type='html'>t's Christmas!!!The time of the year.I always love Christmas Season.Reason being...yeah..lots of reasons are there.One thing that gives me excitement is shopping.Today mom and myself started off for lil shopping.Both of us thought of buying a silk saree.The price exceeded the budget.But then,we made our choices,but waited for my dad to come and give the approval.It's sad that dad approved only one saree.Obviously that's mother's saree which got approved.So I was forced to select a chudi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I selected one optimal price dress material,which gave me the satisfaction that I didn't spend lavishly.Really thank God for all the Blessings He has showered on me and my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-5545769406738456560?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5545769406738456560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=5545769406738456560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5545769406738456560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5545769406738456560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping-again.html' title='Shopping again...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-1099792708582402587</id><published>2008-12-21T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:13:36.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto Ricks in Bangalore.</title><content type='html'>Bangalore is the second city where I'm residing alone without my family,next to Madurai.I find commuting between places is one of the biggest problems and most annoying thing in Bangalore.BMTCs,except for the crowd,it's okay.I meant the bus fare.It's the maximum of Rs 10 and a minimum of Rs.5 (At times it is upto Rs.2 if the conductor takes a commission.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to take a rick to my office for many reasons.But these Auto Rick drivers are an complicated beings.Though they are supposed to use the meter or whatever that is fixed in their vehicles.Almost 50 % don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If you wanna go to your office esp an IT office,forget using a rick,they'd ask 3 times the original fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.If a driver asks for Rs.10 or Rs.20 extra,ignore him.He'd keep on fighting with you or he'd make the metre to read in such a way you'll end up paying minimum Rs.30 extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when India will develop.:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-1099792708582402587?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1099792708582402587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=1099792708582402587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/1099792708582402587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/1099792708582402587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/auto-ricks-in-bangalore.html' title='Auto Ricks in Bangalore.'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-3886116786172540828</id><published>2008-12-21T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:30:34.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Tongue or English??</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a year now,since I went to B'lore for working.The culture in Bangalore is, quite different than the one in which I was raised.I don't dislike mine.Rather I respect the old Tamil Culture.In churches and in  Christian Fellowships "English" is used as the medium of communication.It is unavoidable though.Coz church shleters all people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But One thing that saddened me is that the small kids are taught to talk in English rather than in their mother tongue.I'd be really comfortable only in Tamil with my loved ones....How will it be if parents cannot talk with their kids in their mother tongue.I invite all my friends to comment on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-3886116786172540828?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/3886116786172540828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=3886116786172540828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3886116786172540828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/3886116786172540828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/12/mother-tongue-or-english.html' title='Mother Tongue or English??'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8579646073363689886</id><published>2008-11-19T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:22:04.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of End Ages.</title><content type='html'>Recently I attended a seminar on "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signs of End Ages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" in our church.Mrs.Bharthi Moses was the speaker.Guess,this title must be intriguing to many of you.Though I've heard lots of sermons about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; second coming,this one was a bit different.Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;List of primary events that would happen before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earthquakes,Floods,Plagues and diseases,Nations against Nations,Kingdoms against Kingdoms.Lawlessness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peace would be taken away from earth.People would be more self centered,money lovers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increase in the persecution of the church.20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; century is called the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"century of Martyrs".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;After hearing all this,Many won't believe Jesus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus said "Take heed that no man deceive you. For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To name a few,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siberian Jesus &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;           &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6OknlMk2Cw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6OknlMk2Cw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One in Florida &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;         &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvElky4Qwe4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvElky4Qwe4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebuilding of Solomon's temple in Jerusalem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     Since the rebirth of "Israel" as a nation in 1948,Jews from all over the world are moving back to their home land.Almost 3 million Jews have emigrated to Israel.They are getting ready to build the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Solomon's&lt;/span&gt; temple.All these are fulfillment of prophesies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfYVZY6ImHk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfYVZY6ImHk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the signs of end ages.We are living in the last moments .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bible:Revelation 22:18-20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I(John-One of Jesus' Disciples) solemnly declare to everyone who hears the prophetic &lt;a class="alink" href="http://www.allaboutgod.com/truth-topics/words.htm"&gt;words&lt;/a&gt; of this book(Bible): If anyone adds anything to what is written here, God will add to that person the plagues described in this book.(Bible)&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone removes any of the &lt;a class="alink" href="http://www.allaboutgod.com/truth-topics/words.htm"&gt;words&lt;/a&gt; of this prophetic book, God will remove that person's share in the tree of life and in the holy city that are described in this book(Bible).&lt;br /&gt;He who is the &lt;a class="alink" href="http://www.allaboutgod.com/truth-topics/faith.htm"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt; witness to all these things says, "Yes, I am coming soon!" Amen! Come, Lord Jesus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8579646073363689886?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8579646073363689886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8579646073363689886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8579646073363689886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8579646073363689886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/11/signs-of-end-ages.html' title='Signs of End Ages.'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-62587963164001668</id><published>2008-08-12T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:43:18.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grams and Litres :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;COOKING!!!... When I was a kid,may be 8 or 10 years of age.I used to help my mom in the kitchen coz she had to catch the bus at 7:15 AM.But then I'd be dozing off while preparing a Dosa or watching the milk boiling.I always hated cooking.Till 12th class,my parents never asked me to any house hold chores.Later on I had a flare for preparing murukkus.I mastered that as well.Then Cakes,Jelly,etc.Times have changed.In the recent past,many a times I'd been in a situation where I had to cook.I was mocked by my friends at times for my pathetic cooking.Nevertheless murukkus and cakes had always turned out to be a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a Tamil Proverb "Yanaikum adi sarukkum"(It can't be translated to English.I couldn't find a similar one.).I am not that good in baking cakes.But then it never got spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;With that confidence,I started kneading the dough for cake in my Senior's house.We mixed everything.It was almost one and a half hours.We poured the mix into beautiful china clay molds and kept it inside the Oven.Both my senior and her hubby waited impatiently,to taste the cake,unaware of what's inside the oven.I was not that much excited.We sat together in the kitchen watching the cake as if it were a TV serial(Serial is always boring and slow) hoping to have a bite of the hot cake.After 45 long minutes,we took it out and found the cake was too oily.It must be because of butter.We don't add oil in the cake dough.There was no cake at all.There was a void inside all the bowls.I was puzzled,embarassed(It has become a way of life now...Anyways...),found that mixture was not in correct proportion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;In fact,I understood the real difference between grams and litres,after that experiment.We measured the flour but didn't weigh it.We should have done the other way round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple lessons in life are always expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-62587963164001668?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/62587963164001668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=62587963164001668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/62587963164001668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/62587963164001668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/08/grams-and-litres.html' title='Grams and Litres :)'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-4946434275642697910</id><published>2008-08-12T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:43:51.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>commemoration of Friendship Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;People come and go in our lives.Though our e-mail and g-mail,help us to be in touch with our friends,once in a new moon,we meet our friends face to face.Even if we meet,that can't be matched with our good old days.I'm really fortunate to have couple of my dear friends around,whom I meet at regular intervals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I got a chance to visit one of them, who's married last year.We had a wonderful day cooking,chatting,sharing,rediscovering our good old days.But then it was not like those days we've spent together in College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized the value of time.We may not feel the value of the loved ones,who're around us.Live each day to the fullest.Enjoy each moments with your loved ones.You may not get it back later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-4946434275642697910?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4946434275642697910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=4946434275642697910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4946434275642697910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4946434275642697910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/08/commemoration-of-friendship-day.html' title='commemoration of Friendship Day!!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-7037663289388417643</id><published>2008-07-27T10:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:49:46.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3,5,6,7...</title><content type='html'>It was Friday.The most exciting day for me.Count down for 5 PM has already started.After having a spicy lunch from the nearby  Andhra Restaurant,we(Subi,Deba and myself) reached the ODC around 2 30 PM.I was happy it was just 2:30 hrs to go.I've planned to leave for TN that day evening.Since morning ACs were switched off and the windows were let open just to cope up with the power crisis,but then I felt people are behaving in a mysterious way.yeah everybody was trying to reach somebody over phone with a puzzled expression.I heard someone saying there were 3 blasts in B'lore.Ahhhhh...Reflex action...I tried calling my loved ones.First I couldn't reach my brother.The network was jammed.I checked in the net...The count has risen to 5...After couple of trials,I was relieved after hearing my bro's voice on the other end.I heard some one saying it was 6 actually.Deba confirmed that it was  7.I felt the uncertainty.This is the first time ever in my life,I experienced this.Though it was very mild compared to other terrorist attacks in the world.Still...I thanked God for His protection."My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus's Blood and His righteousness".I reached the railway station along with 2 other friends.The journey back home was safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-7037663289388417643?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/7037663289388417643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=7037663289388417643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/7037663289388417643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/7037663289388417643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/07/3567.html' title='3,5,6,7...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-368785730520009190</id><published>2008-07-20T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:42:58.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 20,1969</title><content type='html'>On this day 39 years ago,Neil Armstrong landed on the moon.39 years&lt;br&gt;have passed since then.Humanity has undergone many changes.Scientific&lt;br&gt;Inventions changed the life style of mankind.Moral Laws are&lt;br&gt;sacrificed.The word &amp;quot;LOVE&amp;quot; lost its meaning.A nuclear war would reduce&lt;br&gt;the whole world into ashes within moments.Man may reach for the&lt;br&gt;stars,but only when man realize creator&amp;#39;s intervention is needed,the&lt;br&gt;world would become a better place to live in.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Jesus Loves you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-368785730520009190?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/368785730520009190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=368785730520009190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/368785730520009190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/368785730520009190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-201969.html' title='July 20,1969'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-284210727674957667</id><published>2008-07-20T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:15:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpse of the good old days...</title><content type='html'>It was yet another Saturday morning.But I was busy getting ready.I was not getting ready for any Interviews,not to office(Of course)...I was getting ready to meet my buddies from college.Yeah,it was almost a year since I met them.we planned for weeks together for this get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to visit Mysore,Nandhi Hills...Even Wonderla...But nothing did work out.A "Buffet" treat by LP(though it was an utter waste,nobody did utilize it,except me...).After a heavy lunch...we just hanged around in Forum.We drove the man in the Land Mark soft toy's section,mad.;).just to find a B'day gift for LP.She wanted all the toys in Land Mark.Even Land Mark would have had a bit trouble in shipping all the toys.Finally she settled down for a Dog and a duckling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for a shopping spree in Commercial Street.It was 10 PM when we left commercial street.I was giggling laughin all through the day,which I missed everyday in office.I talked with my best pals,to my heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Lalbagh on Sunday.The visit took us back through time to our Industrial Visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole week end was like a dream.We cooked dinner in the night and had loads of fun.I wished the time should stop and I wanted to dwell on those days.But nothing happened.They all left for Chennai,back to work,back to the same boring World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I was lucky to have such wonderful friends.I really thank God for all my friends...&lt;br /&gt;I thank Ananthi,Lakshmi Priyadharshini,Leelavathi,Gomathy(My Sweet Buddies) for adding spice to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-284210727674957667?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/284210727674957667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=284210727674957667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/284210727674957667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/284210727674957667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/07/glimpse-of-good-old-days.html' title='Glimpse of the good old days...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8182810903862179295</id><published>2008-07-19T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:00:09.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year in Corporate World....</title><content type='html'>On July 23,2007,I stepped into the corporate world,with an excitement and lots of expectation.Its almost a year now.Nothing has  changed much except a few.I was bubbling with joy all the time before I entered the corporate world.But not anymore.I didn't make much friends in the past year.But I should be happy for one thing.My sweet old buddies from college are still in touch.It's because of God's Grace,I'm sustaining in this corporate world.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He(Jesus) Lives I can face tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Because He Lives all fear is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know Yes I know He holds my future.&lt;br /&gt;My life is worth the living just because He lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8182810903862179295?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8182810903862179295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8182810903862179295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8182810903862179295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8182810903862179295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-year-in-corporate-world.html' title='One Year in Corporate World....'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-5006610040471805245</id><published>2008-04-06T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:34:34.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Summer Vacation???NO VBS :-(</title><content type='html'>In addition to December,April &amp;amp; May also brings joy to me.Because in these months I shun myself away from all the homework stuffs.My childhood is filled with sweet memories of summer vacation.This is the first time ever in my life I'm gonna miss the Summer Vacation.When special announcements about VBS(Vacation Bible School) was made in the church today,sadness gripped me.I cannot attend it,I cannot contribute it.I'm hoping to attend the VBS final program at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go back through time and attend this VBS...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were days when I was a kid,I wished I were a lady.But not anymore.Because already I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-5006610040471805245?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5006610040471805245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=5006610040471805245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5006610040471805245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5006610040471805245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-summer-vacationno-vbs.html' title='No Summer Vacation???NO VBS :-('/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-7450561296562234757</id><published>2008-03-21T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:05:10.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again...</title><content type='html'>It's been five months since my last post.Lotta things'd happened in my life since then.Sometimes we become too busy to sit and stare or to reflect.This reminds me of a cool definition which I heard in one of the PC meetings.B.U.S.Y-Being Under Satan's Yoke.But I assure you that's not the reason that kept me from blogging.I hope,there'll be regular updates in my blog from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last but one day of this Lenten Season.This Lenten Season helped me,to come closer to Jesus.Thanks to IMC(Indira Nagar Methodist Church)'s Lenten services.Especially the Passion Week meetings,in which Rev.Arun Andrews was the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also owe much to my friends,who accompanied me to the services.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-7450561296562234757?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/7450561296562234757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=7450561296562234757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/7450561296562234757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/7450561296562234757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-again.html' title='Back Again...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8940810324685310801</id><published>2007-10-20T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T03:24:37.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day @ office</title><content type='html'>After an hour long journey in the cab,we reached the destination,the office where I was asked to report at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came for me to say good bye to my parents and brother.I felt so bad.But the sight of few familiar faces from ILP, was consoling to me.We were waiting for more than an hour, in the reception for the MATC to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was observing my senior colleagues,who were hurrying into the ODCs.Most of them were wearing Jerkins.But many weren't displaying their identity cards,rather it was in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wear it(ID card) with pride".&lt;/em&gt;A seniormost person uttered these words in ILP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10:30,we had a short interaction with MATC.Then we dispersed.Rest of the dayI was in cafetaria...(I never knew,this's gonna be my routine for the next 2 weeks);-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day,I hired an auto to my house.That auto guy cheated me.He charged me 1.5 times more than the actual amount.I decided,at any cost I should not let the auto drivers fool me anymore.But I lost a big amount some days later:-( )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8940810324685310801?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8940810324685310801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8940810324685310801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8940810324685310801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8940810324685310801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-day-office.html' title='My first day @ office'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-5182005411144678866</id><published>2007-10-07T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T02:04:08.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deutsch Class....</title><content type='html'>Guten Tag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the First word uttered by our Deutsch Facilitator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich heisse Kamath.&lt;br /&gt;Ich komme aus B'lore.&lt;br /&gt;Ich rouche Marlbaro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were his few introductory lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first self introduction in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich heisse Annie.&lt;br /&gt;Ich trinke wasser.&lt;br /&gt;Ich rouche nicht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our facilitator taught Deutsch through Deutsch.&lt;br /&gt;                                                          ..&lt;br /&gt;The one word we all liked is Tschus.It means bye...&lt;br /&gt;Fieraband as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Deutsch classes were real fun.We were taught about the Deutsch Culture as well.We had an oral test in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to talk about a topic given to us.The topics may be ...Mein/e freund/in,Meine Lieblings personlichkeit,Meine Familie,etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to talk about the topic...minimum 7 sentences.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone used 2 filler statements....&lt;br /&gt;ie....Er ist verhairatet&lt;br /&gt;so er ist glucklisch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is married.&lt;br /&gt;So he is happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person was not married,then it was the other way around.;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys if u wanna learn spoken Deutsch,just talk wid me,you too will talk in Deutsch;-)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-5182005411144678866?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5182005411144678866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=5182005411144678866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5182005411144678866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5182005411144678866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/10/deutsch-class.html' title='Deutsch Class....'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-5256286121327296496</id><published>2007-10-07T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:36:28.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILP at Trivandrum'/><title type='text'>Fire Exercise...</title><content type='html'>It was a friday evening,around 4:30.The entire T38 batch was seriously taking notes about the project,that was assigned to us a short while ago.We were in the fourth floor lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we heard, someone shouting "FIRE!!!FIRE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;When I peeped out of the door,I saw the smoke coming out of the fire extinguishers as well as the water being splashed all over the place.Everybody started making their way towards the entrance.I took my bag and started running.There was silence everywhere,except the noise of water being splashed by the firemen(We were asked to maintain silence whenever there's a fire accident).I was not able to see anything when I came out of the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only I sensed,its just an exercise and everybody around me were so cool.But I was able to feel the shock in my nerves.I got drenched in the water.We came out of the CLC(Corporate Learning centre) laughing at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we came to know,that they evacuated the building within 3:45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was real fun.I wish,this fire exercise should not become a reality...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-5256286121327296496?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5256286121327296496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=5256286121327296496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5256286121327296496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5256286121327296496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/10/fire-exercise.html' title='Fire Exercise...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-2186942654962519650</id><published>2007-10-07T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:18:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story...</title><content type='html'>Today in the sermon the minister shared this funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Doctor an Engineer and a politician were having a discussion about "Which Profession is the primitive one?Doctor or Engineer Polititcian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said..."In the beginning God created man(ADAM) in His own image,then he did an operation and created EVE.So Doctor's profession is the primitive profession."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Engineer putforth his argument, "In the beginning there was Chaos and confusion.God brought everything to order.So there goes the Engineer.So our Profession is the first and primitive one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enraged by the Doctor's and Engineer's arguments,Politician said,"Hey Engineer,repeat your argument.You said "In the Beginning there was chaos and confusion....".Who created the Chaos and confusion???Wherever we are there'll be chaos and confusion.So ours is the Primitive profession".&lt;br /&gt;He grinned with a pride in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineer and Doctor astonished by his ------?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-2186942654962519650?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/2186942654962519650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=2186942654962519650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2186942654962519650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/2186942654962519650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8442292836399129417</id><published>2007-10-06T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:25:21.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILP at Trivandrum'/><title type='text'>Kovalam Trip...</title><content type='html'>One Sunday afternoon,Myself and 7 other friends started for kovalam beach.&lt;br /&gt;Last time when I visited a seashore(kanyakumari) I was in 9th std.At that time I was very much excited(Though I'd gone there a number of times).But this time I was busy chatting with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to give a visit to the  "Light House" straight away.But we had to walk all along the shore crossing numerous foreigners who were taking sunbath,beautiful resorts,restaurants etc.Suddenly I was attracted by the charm of the angry tides(May be the Tsunami made me to assume that the tides were angry).I wondered about the God's creation.It reminded me of a Bible verse,which says God put a  boundary for the ocean so that,they cannot cross it.It is also applicable to humans.When we cross certain limits,we have to face the consequences(Tsunami).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed up the stairs and reached the Light house.The view was breathtakingly beautiful.I was amazed by the God's Creation as well as the mighty God who created all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ananthi(my best friend) couldnt control herself from playing with the tides.I was thinkin at that time," May be that's gonna be the last time,for us together in a beach"(Let me keep my fingers crossed for another chance;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with all these sweet memories to treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8442292836399129417?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8442292836399129417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8442292836399129417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8442292836399129417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8442292836399129417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/10/kovalam-trip.html' title='Kovalam Trip...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-1483161924857041978</id><published>2007-10-06T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:27:56.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILP at Trivandrum'/><title type='text'>Strange thing about Trivandrum Buses!!!</title><content type='html'>I and few of my friends planned to attend the church service on Sunday.So we found a busstop nearby and waited there.It was a bright sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The width of the so called road is lesser than the width of my street in Tirunelveli.I wondered how a bus can be driven in this without hitting(Kerala bus drivers know the trick to ride without hitting) the compoundwalls of the houses or the hedges of the vilai(Its a malayalam word...find its meaning;-)).Really Kerala bus drivers are talented to drive the buses in these roads,which is having dangerous curves,ups and downs.I was really scared to death on my first ride.Later I got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed,almost everyone had umbrella(Even guys.Its a rare scene in Tamil Nadu...).Later that day I understood why they were having Umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast a city bus came(Even we cannot distinguish between moffusil buses and city buses...when you travel in one you can find the reason;-)).The moment I got into the bus,it took off like a knight bus(Had u seen the movie ...Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkhaban you can visualize that).I was about to fall,my friends couldnt help me even,coz they too were in the same state.It actually gave us an experience of riding in a roller coaster without any security belts.Somehow we managed to get seats.It took nearly an hour to reach the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find two kinds of buses in Trivandrum.Beautiful "White and blue" coloured buses, and "Red and yellow" old fashioned kerala buses.What do you think would be the difference between these two kinds of buses....&lt;br /&gt;Think!!!Think!!!Think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just the "colour",nothing else.;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the church service was over,we came out.Cool air brushed our faces and delighted us.Suddenly it started raining and we got drenched in rain.Within five minutes or so,SUN started grinning at us.Almost everyone is using the "multipurpose" Umbrella to tackle the rain as well as sunshine.Later I too started doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIPS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can get into any one of the two kinds of buses.Coz both will take same time to reach your destination.Fares too almost the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont forget to carry umbrella with you,when you go to kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-1483161924857041978?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1483161924857041978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=1483161924857041978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/1483161924857041978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/1483161924857041978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/10/strange-thing-about-trivandrum-buses.html' title='Strange thing about Trivandrum Buses!!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-955551607424814915</id><published>2007-10-06T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:00:51.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILP at Trivandrum'/><title type='text'>ILP@Trivandrum-Peepul Park.</title><content type='html'>On a fine sunday morning I started my journey towards Trivandrum along with my parents in Ananthapuri Express.That's on July 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerala,God's own country,welcomed us with a pleasant weather.I met one of my friends in Trivandrum railwaystation and made our way to Technopark in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in at Peepul Park Hostel(TCS's new Corporate Learning centre).I met lot of Northi's(Never knew that we'll become frnds soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technopark(Harmony at work...that's the caption)....is Ecofriendly ITpark.I was really amazed to see that.Even the architecture of peepul park  is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and my friend got accommodated in the same room(#20).Next to the TV room.(Never imagined I'll enjoy watching T20 cricket there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met nine other friends of mine in the canteen.We had a wonderful time together.We sat near a pool and talked for hours together,that brought back our college memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first day at Peepul Park-that never sleeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-955551607424814915?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/955551607424814915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=955551607424814915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/955551607424814915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/955551607424814915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/10/ilptrivandrum-peepul-park.html' title='ILP@Trivandrum-Peepul Park.'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-5127135279590716848</id><published>2007-07-11T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:49:54.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Saint...Son of Nate Saint-An Inspiring real story.</title><content type='html'>Dunno how many of you knew Nate Saint.He's one among the five who were killed by the Acau tribals in the jungles of Ecuador in 1956.I read about his only son,Steve who was aged 5 when Nate died as Martyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve was born to Nate and Marge Saint in 1951.Nate died in 1956.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1986,Steve Saint was on a factfinding trip to Africa for Mission Aviation Fellowship.He got stranded in a village called Timbutku in Africa.He felt the hostility of the locals towards the westeners.(Since the locals are hostile towards christians as well).Temperature was so high,westeners rarely survived at such a weather.He thought his life is going to end just like his father's.He had a question to ask his dad,that had lingered in his mind for long.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;why did dad die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminded of about the existence of a church there.Explored and found it.A young African with a bright face and beautiful smile welcomed him.His name is Noau.with the help of Interpreter he started interacting with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noau shared his salvation experience.When Noau was a lil boy he went to steal some carrots from the missionary's garden who then lived there.The missionary caught him red handed,instead of punishing him,he gave the carrots as well as some books.Noau accepted Jesus Christ.This made his family and the society furious.Once his mom poisoned him using food but miraculously the  poison didnt have any effect on him.Instead his bro who stole the food and ate it got paralyzed permanently.None tried to harm him from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve asked him the ques he'd longed to ask his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your faith worth dying for?&lt;br /&gt;Noau replied...God loves me I can live with him eteranlly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve again queried How you were able to stand alone?where there is no believer to encourage you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed some books.He also said that the book about 5 men who laid down their life for God in the jungles of Ecuador encouraged me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve got the answer for the question.His dad didnt lose his life in vain.Rather it is strengthening the faith of many all around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve revealed his identity.Noau got excited.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The story is real&lt;/span&gt;.Both got strengthened in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing inspired me is Steve is a  successful Business man,still he's following his dad's footsteps and working for Missions most of the times along with an Auca Indian who is one among the killers of his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ask you to ponder over one thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we forgive the  people who'd hurt us or wronged us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be Christ like...The very words that came from the mouth of our Saviour on the cross of calvary is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FATHER FORGIVE THEM FOR THEY DO NOT KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-5127135279590716848?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/5127135279590716848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=5127135279590716848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5127135279590716848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/5127135279590716848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/07/steve-saintson-of-nate-saint-inspiring.html' title='Steve Saint...Son of Nate Saint-An Inspiring real story.'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-6350090472980425309</id><published>2007-07-05T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:40:27.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation comes to an end!!!</title><content type='html'>Ya..Exams were over by April 26.And Viva on April 28...So D long hols which seemed like unending (Me was looking at d horizon for d glimpse of shore....bt nothing did show...) took off.Now its gonna end soon(Like a bolt out of the blue THE SHORE did show itself;-)).Yup M joining TCS on July 23 @ Trivandrum(D place I dreamed abt...not like Anne of Green Gables thoughI've been haunted by Anne shirley Lately ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During d hols I went on to hostel(TCE) for 20 days stay there(Not a picnic...A Training by our Employer...).Then a trip to karunya for BIBLE SEMINAR.(You wud've known if u read my last post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 4(Americans Celebrated Independence day bt myself got the enslavement order:-( )&lt;br /&gt;I was in my car driving class.Msges started pouring in stating they've got d mail from TCS,some didnt get it.I was thinking whether I'm in d first category r in d latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem solved itself ven I returned home after more than half an hour and checked my mail.Thank God inspite of all the difficulties I had in my mail id I got d mail stating my entry day into d corporate life(Seniors r telling me ..its boring out there.My frnds joined earlier this month too, saying the same.But lemme be optimistic;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think  I wont be able to post anything in my blog in August and september.I'll Try to....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6350090472980425309?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6350090472980425309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=6350090472980425309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6350090472980425309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6350090472980425309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacation-comes-to-end.html' title='Vacation comes to an end!!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-429756573382803478</id><published>2007-06-29T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:50:48.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMMYSWINDOW.com</title><content type='html'>Recently I came across &lt;a href="http://tommyswindow.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;.A must visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this site you can find really a lotta ppts(ya... Power Point Presentation),which will inspire you,console you,Motivate you,and vat not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering,"Why this name "TOMMYS WINDOW?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Tommy's story that has inspired some ppl to host this site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tommy was a little crippled boy, whose mangled body lay almost helpless on a pitiful pallet by the third story window of an old rickety tenement on a busy street of a large city! He'd asked a newsboy friend of his to bring him the book about a man who went about everywhere doing good! The little lad searched and searched for this unnamed book for his crippled friend, until one book dealer finally recognized that he must be talking about the Bible, and the story of Jesus! The tiny lad scraped together the little money he had, and the kindly bookseller gave him a copy of the New Testament, which he rushed back to Tom on his third-floor pallet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They began to read it together, till Tommy was saved through the word that he read in the Book, and he, too, wanted to do good, like the Man in the Book--but he was crippled, and could not even leave the little one-room apartment of his old aunt with whom he lived! So he prayed and asked God to help him, and the Lord showed him a plan! He began to scribble laboriously, helpful verses from the Bible on tiny scraps of paper, which he would then drop out of his third-floor window to flutter to the busy street below! Passers-by would see them fluttering down and curiously pick them up to see what they were, only to read the words of a Man who went around everywhere doing good--Christ Jesus! Many were helped, encouraged, comforted, and even saved, through this simple little ministry of this little lad and his Bible and tiny window! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day a wealthy businessman was wonderfully saved through reading one of these little verses. After finding Christ, he returned to the spot where he had found the tiny scrap of paper that had led him to the Lord, seeking some key as to how it got there! Suddenly he noticed another little bit of paper fluttering down to the sidewalk from above; and a poor, tired, old woman stooped painfully to pick it up, and he watched her countenance brighten as she read it--and there seemed to be new strength in her&lt;br /&gt;step, as she journeyed on! The businessman now, transfixed to the spot, kept his eyes glued upward, determined to find the source! He had to wait a long time, for it took poor little, crippled Tommy many painful minutes to scrawl even one verse on one of those bits of paper! Suddenly the businessman's eyes were riveted to a certain window, as he saw a thin, little, scrawny hand reaching outward to drop a like piece of paper, as the ones he had seen before, and the one that had brought a whole new life to him! He carefully noted the location of the window, dashed up the stairs of the dirty tenement, and finally found the little one-room hovel of tiny Tom, the sidewalk missionary!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a true story and I wish I could remember the man’s name, but as I recall, he was a hat manufacturer in the city of Philadelphia! He and Tom immediately became fast friends, and he brought Tom all the help and medical attention that he could, and finally invited Tom to come live with him in his palatial mansion in the suburbs! But much to his surprise, Tom answered, "I'll have to ask my friend about it "--meaning Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;The next day the businessman returned, eagerly awaiting Tom's reply! Oddly enough, Tom asked him some strange questions: "Where did you say your home is?" "Oh", said the businessman, "It's far out in the country on a large and beautiful estate: you'll have a beautiful room all your own, and servants to care for you, delicious meals, a good bed, every comfort and attention, and anything your heart desires; and my wife and I will love you dearly, and rear you as our own son." Hesitantly Tom queried again, "ARE THERE ANY FOLKS THAT WOULD PASS UNDER MY WINDOW?" Surprised, and somewhat baffled, again the businessman replied, saying, "Why, uh, no, only an occasional servant, and perhaps the gardener! You don't understand, Tom, this is a gorgeous estate, way out in the country, far from the busy noise of the city, and the tumult of people! You'll have quiet there, and be able to rest, and read, and do all you want--away from all this filth and smoke and noise and busy throngs."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a long and thoughtful silence, Tom's face looked very sad, for he hated to hurt his new-found friend; but finally he said quietly, but firmly, with tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry, but you see, I COULDN'T LIVE ANYWHERE WHERE PEOPLE DON'T PASS UNDER MY WINDOW."&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the true life story of someone ignorant, so helpless, and so isolated, you might never have thought they could have had any ministry at all, and would seemingly have had every excuse for not ministering to others, but rather needed to be ministered unto; BUT LOVE FOUND A WAY! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story inspired me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do inform ur frnds abt this site...Who knows it may encourage or inspire or motivate a desperate soul...Though we may not be like Tommy..Let us do little things for these little ones.:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-429756573382803478?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/429756573382803478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=429756573382803478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/429756573382803478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/429756573382803478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/06/tommyswindowcom.html' title='TOMMYSWINDOW.com'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-4195517750606416854</id><published>2007-06-16T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T07:18:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Seminar 2007</title><content type='html'>When I heard that "BIBLE SEMINAR"camp, I thot a detailed study abt all the books in the Bible 'll be done in d camp.So thot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of attending it.My bestfrnd and sister Bella prayed for me.Because of some reasons I,Elsie and Rathi were not able to attend the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first 3 days.We started for CBE from Elsie's home at around 9:30 pm on 28th of May.Earlier on dat day v enquired abt the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation there.Heard that the buses were so crowded.We witnessed that in the busstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 30 we got into a bus by God's grace.Got seats too.But I was not able to sleep.Reached Gandhipuram around 3:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM.We were the first ppl to open the busstand's gate.We just whiled away the time till 6 0 clock.Got into Siruvani Bus and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the campsite by 6 45.Joshua anna the co ordinator came and invited us.Felt sleepy.But I was thinking in my mind I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should not cut any sessions.I didnt come here just to sleep in the room.Oh...Gosh...Felt so sleepy.But was attentive in almost all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sessions.Weather was so cool.It was Drizzling all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We three ppl got many new frnds.There were group activities.When we heard that there s sermon presentation.I thot I shud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escape from the place.I thot I'm not worthy to give a sermon and all.God really spoke to me "IF I DONT DO THAT GOD'LL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ME ON JUDGEMENT DAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna just stand and blink rather I decided to commit my life in God's hands and do vatever he wishes me to do.Sermon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presentation went well by God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful fellowship there.We went to Kovai kutralam for oneday picnic.No water in the falls eventhen we had a nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time.Everyone showcased their talents in the talent show.It was real fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all left the campsite with precious moments to cherish,equipped minds for building the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 days...Blessed days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back in home.Pondering over those days.Whispered a prayer "Lord let me be faithful with what I'm having.Let me use that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Your Glory."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-4195517750606416854?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4195517750606416854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=4195517750606416854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4195517750606416854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4195517750606416854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/06/bible-seminar-2007.html' title='Bible Seminar 2007'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-4794881976146192403</id><published>2007-05-26T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:45:49.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Since the day I entered the college,I used to think y there s no convocation in our college.Even I raised the question in one of the interactions with Princi.Atlast the dream came true for The TCEians may be because of d thousand reasons like many ppl urged d coll,Soon d coll gonna be upgraded as University,etc .May be the past 46 batches missed it.We ppl were lucky to have the graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO of ITTIAM,Alumni of our coll was the chief guest.I enjoyed each and every moment of the ceremony.Listened to every word spoken during the ceremony.Was so senti abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Formalities started with the issuing of tokens around 12 PM in d dept followed by issuing of robes around 1:30 PM.We all made our way into d audi after wearing the robe and took our respective places.Me really looked a bit funny because d robe(black) was  a bit long.(Imagined dat me got admission into Hogwarts.coz of the robe.;-)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procession of the acadamecians marked the opening of the simple ceremony.CEO as well as the Vice Chairman of our coll gave excellant Speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna specify the 4 points of the Chief Guest's Speech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Class Excellance&lt;br /&gt;National Impact&lt;br /&gt;Team success&lt;br /&gt;Personal Integerity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me listened to all the speeches keenly.)Mobile eg quoted by him was inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dat...The presentation of the cert ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V were one of the last depts to get dat.Me was worrying abt my Name...Coz ppl used to mis pronounce it...Thank God..still our HOD committed the mistake...it was not the usual mistake(It goes like this...Chelliah...haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief Guest...wished me congrats and said God Bless You..too...(For all the students...he did the same thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While returning via the red carpet...I was just Thanking God for having given me the opportunity to participate in one of the important moments in the History of TCE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dat v had foto session...Finally returned the robes...had snacks in the dept(Think the last one in coll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said GOOD BYE to some of the frnds(Doubted whether I'll c them again r not...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today it was kinda Get-together...The next time may be in any of my frnds' wedding r ven v come to collect the degree cert...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of these 4 yrs coll life will remain fresh in all our memory....:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-4794881976146192403?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/4794881976146192403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=4794881976146192403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4794881976146192403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/4794881976146192403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/05/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day!!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-6442209958434169311</id><published>2007-05-12T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:07:14.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY MOM....Vat do ya think abt celebrating Mother's day in India?</title><content type='html'>Ya...Its a western thing.Many of my frnds argue wid me dat in western world they remember their parents only once in a yr.We should not be like dat.Vat they're saying is absolutely right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not wrong to tell ur mom r dad dat u love them ,care for them.That's the good thing about the western culture.They express their gratitude even if we bestow a small benevolent thing over them.That's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day when we tell our mom dat she's special she really gets overjoyed.Not only dat ,v can compliment d tasty food she prepares everyday etc.She'll really feel satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India most of us wont express our love to our siblings or parents.We take things for granted.But when we do that the bond between us gets stronger.We can give a small present as  a token of our love.There's a saying that goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You can give without loving but you cannot love without giving-Amy Carmichael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started wishing my mom when I was in Higher secondary school.First I hesitated.Later after I went to hostel when I wish my mom on dat day or buy her small presents she wud be so happy.Esp when my brother do dat she wud be excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not express the love at right time then it'll be too late to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let the western culture influence ours in a negative sense and look at it in that way all the time.Why dont we take the positive things out of it and improve ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Few Quotes that really touched me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweater, n.:  garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.  ~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambrose Bierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I regard no man as poor who has a godly mother.”&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.  ~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jewish Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.  ~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenneva Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE MY MOM&lt;/span&gt;...I dedicate all these quotes to her.Ya it suits her the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Mothers' day to all my aunts,cous sis(who're all moms;-)) and all the mothers I know and dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6442209958434169311?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6442209958434169311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-1563665353571479575</id><published>2007-05-11T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:59:41.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Doak's!!!Good Prayer</title><content type='html'>I encountered this prayer in &lt;a href="http://www.ladydoak.org/"&gt;Lady Doak college website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teach us good Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To serve you as you deserve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To give and not to count the cost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To fight and not to heed the wounds;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To toil and not to seek for rest;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To labour and not to ask for reward;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except that of knowing we do your will;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Think if we pray this prayer,understanding its true meaning...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Complete Submission to God's Will&lt;/span&gt; as well as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unselfish attitude&lt;/span&gt; towards the people around us...will change our planet Earth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is void of love,fear of God&lt;/span&gt;.. into a paradise...&lt;div 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Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-1165835348256411805</id><published>2007-05-09T21:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:10:35.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When'll India Change???</title><content type='html'>I applied for a passport(Thinking it'll be useful in the future;-)).The Police verification report was not satisfactory.Since I were in Madurai they wanted me to come to the passport office in person.Decided to go on a tuesday so that there'll be less crowd.So we started off this monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the office premises around 7:45 AM after having a delicious breakfast in my chithi's house.Already around 150 ppl were standing in a queue.Thot I'll not be able to attend the enquiry dat day.Thank God there was another queue for ladies.I joined as 4th.Ppl started pouring in.Waited till 9:10 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many ppl stood in the scorching sun.Even the loaction of the office is unhealthy.The head passport office of a state(TN) s in such a poor condition.No maintenance.That was my first exp in a government office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9:10,one kumastha with the help of few security personnel,imprinted some serial no in d applicants form and allowed them in.The order of line s not strictly followed.The security personnel themselves allowed some ppl who just arrived for reasons we ppl know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man was sent out by the kumastha for not standin in line.Bt learnt from ppl around ,dat man s standing there since 4 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally with d support of d bystanders he was able to got d serial no and made his way into d office.I got mine after letting some ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office was in a kinda chaotic state.No one was there to give directions too.I was able to find the counter and sat next to a lady.It was already 9:30.No sign of any officers inside the counter.Around 9:45 they came leisurely.Around 10 only they called the applicants.No one to direct ppl there too.There was a mad rush.Somehow the order was maintained by ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were not near.The officer in dat counter is courteous enough to help me to fill a form and finish the procedure.But there were nearly thousands waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I found s people are not at all courteous and the officers are reluctant to do their duty.Honesty too missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all three r found...no1 can stop INDIA being the DEVELOPED country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent report by Reader's Digest stated dat India stands last when it comes to "BEING COURTEOUS":-(.Let's change it...&lt;div 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Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-6678851256329392265</id><published>2007-05-03T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:31:40.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things the world doesn't know abt me...</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://nirmalanand.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; frnd of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the world know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I always chant this verse "I can do all things through CHRIST who strengthens me" while studying for exams as well as while writing exams even before doing any tough tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I'm a bit allergetic towards checking d answers after writing exams.So will just shy away from d exam hall widout meeting any1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Crazy abt foreign(white) ppl.Ven I c some1 on d road will just forget where I am for a moment and 'll stare at them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Crazy abt using foreign things.I'll be having atleast one foreign product wid me.A pen r  pencil r handbag r shoes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Books r my very gud frnds.Both spiritual ones and novels(not a tech book).You can find lots in my hostel room as well as in my room in home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging &lt;a href="http://myalpinepath.blogspot.com"&gt;Harini(PSG)&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://hariniv.blogspot.com"&gt;V.Harini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6678851256329392265?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8965154732300864650</id><published>2007-05-02T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:37:24.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin wedding....</title><content type='html'>Its been 6 yrs since one of my cousins got married.This time Nisha,my dad's sis' daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away from my home for 4 yrs.Didnt participate in any of d fly functions.I felt a bit nervous ven I got ready.This s d first fly function m wearing saree.No one'd have cn me in saree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I expected,Some couldnt identify me.Others wondered I'd grown up into a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last cousin's wedding I'd been playing wid my lil cousins.But this time I've been sitting in a place,silently watched all the progs of the reception.Occasionally paid respects to the relatives who came to talk wid me.A bit embarrassing at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I shud've bn like Peter Pan.Always a kid so dat I could always enjoy all d fun.Now d reception hall s full of lil niece and nephews playing around.I envied them.Laughed at their silly jokes.My lil cous Beryl danced...Enjoyed her dance...dat took me back thru time to her dad's wedding.I were at her age...6yrs old.Danced along wid other cous.Time'd flown like anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya dat's life.Have to enjoy all d stages of life.Soon d beauty of youth'll vanish and 've to face lotta  challenges in life.Better be ready...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8965154732300864650?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8965154732300864650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8965154732300864650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8965154732300864650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8965154732300864650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2007/05/cousin-wedding.html' title='Cousin wedding....'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8709248333940407571</id><published>2007-05-02T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:41:24.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostel Life came to an End...</title><content type='html'>The day I stepped into hostel 4 yrs back on July 27,2003...ya...TCELH...in Tirunagar wid my parents...still fresh in my mind.I missed my home,parents esp my sweet room and all comforts.R2,My first yr room.Full of strangers.When my parents left me there,I felt as if m d loneliest person in dis world.No familiar face around.Time ran so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its April30,2007...The strangers 'd become more than relatives.Ya FRIENDS.When I woke up in the morning around 5:45 AM,I felt so bad.Yes I am gonna leave my SWEET ROOM in TCELH once for all.Cant forget all the fun I had,the frnds I earned...The Annie who entered this TCELH s  not the same one.TCELH moulded d teenager into a fine young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad arrived.Frnds helped me to load all my stuffs into the car.M leaving the hostel wid heavy heart.Saw my frnds' sad faces.Doubted whether I'll c some of my frnds again.There were days ven I wished to go home badly.This s one of d days,dat I dont wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADURAI...TCE...'d become my home for these 4 yrs.Ven I fall sick of home,there were frnds to make me feel at home.The days v roamed round Tirunagar,Periyar, and many other places...cant forget all d fun v had.ABT FRNDS.From first sem to 8th sem,met lotta ppl.Interesting ppl.Also got priceless FRNDS,whom I'll always treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these mixed feelings I said good bye to my frnds and started off.When I caught the glimpse of Tamirabarani river,the first time ever in my life I didnt get excited.Still couldnt believe dat I vacated d hostel.But have to accept the life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SWEET MEMORIES abt my hostel life and the PLEASANT  4 YRS OF  COLL LIFE...I'll cherish them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD BYE ,TCE...&lt;br /&gt;GOOD BYE ,MADURAI...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8709248333940407571?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8709248333940407571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8709248333940407571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8709248333940407571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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heights,some had their time of deir life.Chiken kunia,Dengu and so forth...All just came and ensured d Lord's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of dis now everyone's getting ready to meet dis 2007 wid d same mixed feelings i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Chorus I remember it goes like dis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With Christ in d vessel v can smile at d storm...as v r sailing home"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to give my hands to Christ so dat he'll lead me home.I dont need to fear for anything.Though i went thru many hardtimes  in dis yr I know it's all for  good.My frnd Jesus was wid me.I dunno how to thank Him, for His grace caried me thru....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a happy,Prosperous and Blessed New Year 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna quote one of my fav scripture from Bible&lt;br /&gt;"Though i walk thru d valley of Shadow of death I'll fear no evil for your rod and your staff they comfort me"Psalm 23:4&lt;div 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Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8611367155240001494</id><published>2006-11-18T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T05:47:51.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping...It's d time of d year .</title><content type='html'>I thought it's too early for Christmas shopping but it turned out to be a successful one.It's drizzling all thru d day.I really enjoyed d ride.I always felt thrilled whenever I go over d doubledecked flyover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.This is d first time I guess I and my mom went to shopping alone.Coz my dad had classes.&lt;br /&gt;First we went to Chudi.com (chudithar section of RMKV).We were d first ones.We were given gr8 hospitality.It took 45 minutes to finish mine.We struggled a bit while selecting my Birthday dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to buy sarees for my mom.I lost my patience there coz my mom was too particular abt sarees.Thank God it all went well.V met dad in one of d restaurants and had our lunch there.I ordered an apple juice wid out any forethought.Bless me my stomach didnt burst out:-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God he gave me nice Chudis....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8611367155240001494?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8611367155240001494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8611367155240001494' title='2 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up.</title><content type='html'>I always suffered from headache.Especially during exams.So thought of going for an eye check up.It was decided my mom'll accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started  off around  7:10  in d morning to Aravindh Eye Hospital located a little far away from d banks of d river Tamirabarani.I also felt glad dat I got a chance to have a look over d floods in d river coz of recent rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no traffic.We were there before time.A big crowd already waited there.I and my mom registered and waited for our turns.It went as usual.Bt I felt I'm missing something.That's my mobile.Today morning I resolved not to use my mobile in hospital premises(We should not actually:-)).I felt I was lost.It may sound weird to ya.Except douring exam hours I'm a kinda be wid my mobile all d time.It wud give nice company ven u r travelling alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then onething dat consoled me was my eye site didnt vary since my last check up.Bt d doc said there's some muscle imbalance.He suggested some exercise for my eyes.My mom too finished her check up and v started off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of dilation caused in my eyes by d eye drops I was unable to blink in d lite.Thank God there was no sunshine.Otherwise it wud have turned worse.I prayed and started.I couldnt open my eyes for more than quarter of a sec.I was blinkin so fast dat I clouldnt c anything clearly.God's grace I was able to reach home safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-1933828344124832660?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1933828344124832660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=1933828344124832660' title='0 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the practical exams started  wid Physics and ended wid Software Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was praying to God dat I shud get OV for both d labs on Friday(10.11.06).God's grace i got it.I felt so senti abt d last practicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V did d Software Engineering practicals in LAN lab.That's gonna be 4th one in dat lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was Data Structures using C++.At dat time v had onlyIBM pentium 3 machines.That's d first lab in which I tried d progs on my own.Bt still copied most of d progs.Finally for d externals I came wid my full hope on God.I got  a prog called Josephus problem.I finished first.That's d first lab I came to know I too code well wid d help of God.Coz I came to d practicals by just cing d logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one was microprocessor.In dat external exam too I got a very easy prog.Finished soon.Got OV by God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During d 4th sem hols LAN lab got transfigured wid pentium 4,512 MB RAM HP machines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one was network programming using JAVA.Java is my favourite language.In dat lab too I copied most of d progs.Bt during external exam I got a prog which is not in our cycle.ie to make a ball to roll from a client  to server using applet.By complete God's grace I finished it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then d last one is Software Engineering.I got a prog which is an easy one...ie White Box testing of a program.God's grace got OV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All glory goes to God.Except for "programming in C"...In all d other labs I got OV by mere God's grace.Coz i'm a Bio student in 12.Dunno anything abt coding.Even in C lab I got OV for one and partially verified for d sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered d dept,I was alergetic towards programming.Bt by d end of d sec semester itself I was able to write programs on my own.Thereafter I never scared of dat word "programming".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz "I can do all things thru Christ who strengthens me Phil 4:13"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd bored you.Bt Dis is d fact dat helped me to finish all d lab sessions successfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-6663094709173246277?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/6663094709173246277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=6663094709173246277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6663094709173246277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/6663094709173246277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-more-practicals.html' title='No More practicals....'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-1409626964419101097</id><published>2006-11-13T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:25:55.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First semester exam in FINAL YEAR</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone used to study hard during first year...then slowly the time spent for studying reduces but GPA starts increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my case I dunno vat to say.For the first exam client server technologies I studied wid seriousness.For the next exam OR I didnt feel like m gonna write a semester exam.I just studied like as if it's an internals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sincerity started decreasing for each exam.Finally for Network security d total time i'd spent for studying is around 5-6 hrs.By God's grace I was able to write well all d exams.If it's not for God I cudnt imagine how I wud have wirtten d exams wid such a poor preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I lacked during exams was a peaceful sleep.I slept 6 hrs in d nite.That's it.All d other times I'll try to sleep bt I couldnt.Thanks to God exams all over.Atleast in this sem hols I can sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-1409626964419101097?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/1409626964419101097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Atlast...</title><content type='html'>After a long stay in home.It's time for me to leave for hostel and to face d crucial part of d semester..Yes ...Exams Atlast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this study hols I used to wake up in d morn and have a tasty breakfast then I'll read d book for one hr... again lunch then good nap...Then evening chatting wid my frnds thru online afterdat only I used to study 4 sometime.This has been my schedule so far.But from today onwards I have to put in my hardwork so dat I can survive d battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel bad at d thought of leaving my home.But I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I wont update my blogs for a while.Soon after d exams I'll be back.Till then I wish you great days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8669369991857764966?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8669369991857764966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8669369991857764966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8669369991857764966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/8669369991857764966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-atlast.html' title='Exams !!! Atlast...'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-8658396376982890502</id><published>2006-10-21T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:41:56.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon Rains....</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I'd enjoyed rains in my hometown.Three days it's really cool.One fine evening my mom called me up to pick her up from school.I went in my 2 wheeler.It was just drizzling.Really I enjoyed d ride much.On my way back rain gained it's speed.I got drenched.I really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During d nite I heard d thunders and couldnt sleep well...But it reminded me of our God who is an Almighty God who created d universe.I remembered a chorus .It goes like dis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is d King of d jungles ...who who who&lt;br /&gt;Who is d king of d seas........para para para&lt;br /&gt;Who is d king of d universe&lt;br /&gt;The jungle and d sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's J..E..S..U..S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.He' d king of d sea.&lt;br /&gt;He's d king of d universe d jungle and d sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also reminded me of a beautiful scripture from the book of Job chapter 38.Here The Lord talked wid Job.In verse 24.The Lord Almighty was asking him&lt;br /&gt;"What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed,or the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth"&lt;br /&gt;In verse 28&lt;br /&gt;"Does the rain have a father?Who fathers the drops of dew?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great and Mighty is He really.Also another song i reminded of... it's really a nice one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God of wonders&lt;br /&gt;Beyond our galaxy&lt;br /&gt;You are holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;The universe&lt;br /&gt;Declares your majesty&lt;br /&gt;You are holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I will celebrate the light&lt;br /&gt;And when I stumble into darkness&lt;br /&gt;I will call your name by night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory be to God in the Highest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish God provides the land with necessary rains this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-8658396376982890502?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/8658396376982890502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=8658396376982890502' title='0 Comments'/><link 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wake up call at 5 O clock for the walking.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I had a nice walk.Then I came to my home and had quiet time with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Judges 17.God really talked wid me abt self righteousness.We shud not be cheated by self righteousness.We shud be aware of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got ready for the service.It started with a Hymn at 9 AM.The choir beautifully sang the Hymn in 4 parts.Then d preacher rose to give d sermon.It's about the Good Samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He(Good samaritan) went to him(the wounded man) and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine.He took him on his donkey brought him to an inn and took care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 10:34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we should go to the sick people.(went to him)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we have to console them,pray for them(bandaged his wounds).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we should take care of them.(took care of him)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In the communion service I got the sacrament of breead and wine.I felt d presence of God and remembered How Jesus loves us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's d end of today's service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-179808571967185672?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/179808571967185672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=179808571967185672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/179808571967185672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/179808571967185672'/><link rel='alternate' 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10:30 I along with my parents went to the polling Booth.There was no queue.But the polling officer asked for my identification I simply blinked.Then only i found out I left my id in hostel itself.I thought that's the end.But God's grace I took my bank pass book and went to the booth again.This time they allowed me.After getting the mark in my finger I got the polling paper.When I went to the secret place for voting.There I got a doubt about where to put the seal and I didnt even decide about the candidate to whom I have to vote.Anyhow I managed to vote for the candidate of my choice.Atlast when I left the booth,I felt I had fulfilled one of my duties.Felt I'd become a big lady:-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-726438956499360371?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/726438956499360371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=726438956499360371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/726438956499360371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/726438956499360371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-voted-for-first-time.html' title='I voted for the First time!!!'/><author><name>Ann Sam</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110835027076856231122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WwPMUlJWMHE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFRM/eHuZ75q4iXY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35828576.post-116053254236198339</id><published>2006-10-10T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:31:56.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Holidays...(They told so)</title><content type='html'>Now we are in 14 day long study hols.For me it's gonna be d long stay in home after d 6th semester study hols.So I"m gonna enjoy by roaming around d home city as well as d most important thing is spending time wid my parents whom I miss very much in d hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I have decided to go for walking wid my parents.It's been a long time since I woke up so early.I woke up today at 5 O clock to walk in d early hours of d day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed d walk.As I saw d stars twinkling,which reminded me to praise d God of Heavens.As I heard d sweet music of Birds' songs,I too thanked God for d lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my quiet time, as I read Judges 14,God talked to me about d choices we make in life.It's d choices that makes d diff.So my frnds please make d choices carefully.Take parent's advices also consider God's will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;God Bless you&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35828576-116053254236198339?l=anniechellah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniechellah.blogspot.com/feeds/116053254236198339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35828576&amp;postID=116053254236198339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35828576/posts/default/116053254236198339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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