<?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-2608342772467865715</id><updated>2011-07-19T07:53:30.915-07:00</updated><category term='imagination is more important than knowledge'/><category term='EXCITEMENT'/><category term='grandchild'/><category term='frunky'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='imagination is better than knowledge'/><category term='busy'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='kulkuls'/><category term='digging'/><category term='snow'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='bandra'/><category term='garden genie'/><category term='days'/><title type='text'>Frunky Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-6137453682612241493</id><published>2011-07-19T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:53:31.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FAVORITE TV PROGRAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like most children, my leisure time is spent watching TV. But TV is disconnected from my house and I make up for it in other ways. It helps me and my family spend more time together than fighting for the television remote. It helps me spend more time outdoors enjoying nature. I can read books and gain knowledge from them. I can study without the urge to watch TV. I think not having TV has benefitted me and my family – I like not having&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;TV in the house because there is more involvement between me and my family. We are more healthy because we go out to play more often. We save electricity by not watching TV and do our bit to save the earth. Even though we miss TV, we are happy to live without it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-6137453682612241493?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/6137453682612241493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=6137453682612241493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/6137453682612241493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/6137453682612241493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-favorite-tv-program.html' title='MY FAVORITE TV PROGRAM'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-5943773830408491985</id><published>2011-07-19T07:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:53:01.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Historic Tidy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:2"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was once a girl who could really use a little tidying. There were so many things on the floor, she could hardly move around without standing on something. She was frightened she might stand on something precious and break it. So on Saturday morning she decided to tidy everything away. First she picked up all her books and put them on the bookshelf. Next, she put her doll’s house furniture back in the doll’s house, and all the little dolls as well. Then she picked up her other toys and put them in the toy basket in the corner of the room. And then what did she see on the floor? The stone! The one that she had brought from Egypt so many years ago. She had gone there as a little girl. “Oh well,” she thought ‘might as well keep it instead of throwing it out’. She then switched on the television. On the news channel, there was a story about an ancient seal gone missing from the pyramids. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Stone! She saw a picture of the stone she had held in her hand just a few minutes ago. That stone might be worth lakhs of rupees! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She decided to go the Archaelological Society. When the archaeologists saw the seal they wer overjoyed! The rest was just a blur. Who’d think she’d earn the jackpot.. just by cleaning her room!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-5943773830408491985?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/5943773830408491985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=5943773830408491985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/5943773830408491985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/5943773830408491985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2011/07/historic-tidy.html' title='Historic Tidy'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-759417626621673498</id><published>2011-07-19T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:52:32.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VERY STRANGE DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:2"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night I had a very strange dream… I was in a land where I could see no one but tall, ancient, buildings. They were from the time of Julius Ceasar. All around me were trees and paved roads. The buildings were well constructed with arches to support them. Then I saw a familiar building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was the Colloseum, and I could hear cheering from it! I ran in and right before my eyes, the gladiators were fighting with each other. The cheer got louder when I entered. They placed me on a chair and carried me to the best spot in the house. I was their emperor! No, I was Julius Ceasar!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ordered everyone to bow to me. Then I woke up and realized it had all been a dream. I had fallen asleep while studying history!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-759417626621673498?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/759417626621673498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=759417626621673498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/759417626621673498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/759417626621673498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2011/07/very-strange-dream.html' title='A VERY STRANGE DREAM'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-3440239301472165161</id><published>2011-07-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:51:57.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A SHOE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was just a small piece of material joined together. One day a worker picked me up and put me in a machine where I was cut up into two pieces and then stitched together in the form of a shoe. Then, laces were threaded and there I was – An Adidas football shoe!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then my twin with who I was stitched with earlier and me were shipped to Portugal for the FIFA World Cup! I was very happy. There I was worn by my Number One hero.. Ronaldinho. I was very excited I could hardly contain myself. I was all polised up and ready to go. However, my twin was not half as excited as he was a fan of hockey. Finally the day of the match arrived and I was almost crying with excitement. The match began. I scored the first goal. Another goal was scored by my twin! Then half time came. Ronaldinho threw me in the bag and picked up a clean pair of female shoes while I was muddy and dirty. It was love at first sight! After the match, Ronaldinho threw me and my wife (we had a small wedding in Ronaldinho’s bag) on the loft where we celebrated our wedding and the victory of Portugal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now we live happily in the loft and we are both old now. Our son has just gone to play a match. My twin is also with me and his wife is my wife’s twin. We have each other for company and are very happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-3440239301472165161?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/3440239301472165161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=3440239301472165161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/3440239301472165161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/3440239301472165161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2011/07/autobiography-of-shoe.html' title='AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A SHOE'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-9018654462545369570</id><published>2011-03-23T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T04:36:11.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden genie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digging'/><title type='text'>THE OLD LAMP</title><content type='html'>WHILE DIGGING IN THE GARDEN, I FOUND AN OLD, DIRTY LAMP. I STARTED TO WIPE THE DIRT OFF, WHEN SUDDENLY, A GENIE APPEARED AND PROMISED TO GRANT ME THREE WISHES. I WAS QUITE SHAKEN UP. INSIDE, I FELT EXCITED. I WAS CURIOUS TO KNOW WHO HE WAS. I ASKED HIM AND HE SAID THAT HE WAS THE BROTHER OF THE GENIE WHO APPEARED TO ALADDIN. AFTER KNOWING WHO HE WAS I THOUGHT ABOUT THE THINGS I WOULD WISH FOR.THERE WERE SO MANY THINGS I WANTED. IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO DECIDE. THE GENIE, IN THE MEANTIME, KEPT HIS HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK AND KICKED AT THE LAMP HE WAS IN. ONCE IN A WHILE HE WOULD SPRING UP INTO THE AIR AND FALL BACK INTO HIS BED.I THOUGHT THIS WAS STRANGE. FINALLY, I DECIDED. I TOLD HIM THAT THE FIRST WISH WILL BE THAT I WANT A PERSOMN WHO CAN PASS ALL MY TESTS FOR ME.THEN HE TOLD THAT I WAS ALLOWED ONE WISH A DAY.MY EXAMS WERE ON; I SAID I WANTED THE WISH TO BE GRANTED THE NEXT DAY(I HAD MATH). THE SECOND WISH WAS THAT I WANTED A FOOD MAKER WHICH WOULD MAKE ALL MY FAVOURITE FOOD FOR ME.I WANTED THAT  WISH TODAY BECAUSE MY MOTHER HAD COOKED SPINACH FOR LUNCH.WHIL;E I WAS SAYING THIS HE WAS STILL SPRINGING UP IN THE AIR. THE LAST THING I WANTED WAS TO BECOME4 MONITOR OF THE CLASS. I WANTED THAT NEXT MONTH. ON MY LAST WORD, HE SPRUNG UP HIGH IN THE AIR AND LANDED BESIDE ME WITH A THUMP.I WAS STARTLED. HE STARED AT ME IN DISBELIEF HE ASKED ME IF I REALLY THOUGHT HE WOULD DO IT. I TOLD HIM THAT I THOUGHT ALL GENIES WERE SINCERE.SUDDENLY HE SDOWED HIS HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK. I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT.HE SHAT BACK AT ME SAYING THAT CROSSES DON’T COUNT  THIS WAS TOO MUCH.HE WOULDN’T GRANT ME MY WISH BECAUSE IF YOU HAD YOUR FINGERS CROSSED YOUR PROMISES DON’T COUNT! BEFORE I COULD STOP HIM HE TOOK OFF DOWN THE ROAD AND I WAS LEFT SPEECHLESS!AND THAT WAS THE END OF MY FANTASY FAIRYTALE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-9018654462545369570?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/9018654462545369570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=9018654462545369570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/9018654462545369570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/9018654462545369570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-lamp.html' title='THE OLD LAMP'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-5657830884974039589</id><published>2010-06-21T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:40:12.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination is better than knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination is more important than knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frunky'/><title type='text'>F-F-F-RUNKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought about what to write I thought Pawna was too boring. So I decided to give you a lecture about frunky(unusual) things/experiences. I was in school the other day and a small 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; STD girl tells another girl holding a stone her hand, “I’ll hit you if you do that”. What? Picking up a blade of the coconut leaf and hitting someone with it. Miss Goody-Too-Shoes. I am seriously not kidding. Hmm.Now comes the imaginative part(I know, only 1 real experience, I like to&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;be creative).Imagine if you wake up to the sound of pans clanking and sauce pans clashing. Way to go Full Kitchen band. You sound awesome with my sister blasting your music at six in the morning.(totally no true, of course, but imagination is more important than knowledge).Another IE(imaginative experience).I was walking along the road one day, a peaceful chirp of a bird here and there when I suddenly here a siren. And it’s coming towards me. Shoot. What do I do? Run? Down a pothole? Duck? No. Nothing. I just stand there. Too scared to move. What happens? Do they catch me? No. Do they run me over? No. They just whirlwind pass me. There’s a V.I.P in that car. Whew. That was close. End of experience. Now, coming back to the quote,’ IMAGINATION IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN KNOWLEDGE’, quoted by Albert Einstein. I have a different view. Today in school,Teacher told us that if you get your priorities right you succeed. So it means that ‘SUCCESS=GETTING YOUR PRIORITIES RIGHT+ IMAGINATION. Any declines to this statement please comment on this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-5657830884974039589?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/5657830884974039589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=5657830884974039589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/5657830884974039589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/5657830884974039589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2010/06/f-f-f-runky.html' title='F-F-F-RUNKY'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-3917506050568226881</id><published>2010-02-22T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:04:38.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCITEMENT'/><title type='text'>THE EXCITEMENT</title><content type='html'>We recently went to Pavna. There was one evening, the evening that we were leaving. Where we went to the village. That evening Dad went out to the lake and was windsurfing. We were studying at home. Some unknown people came to the lake. The EXCITEMENT of ours! We ran to the house and stopped, looking out for the binoculars, I found them and we investigated. We couldn’t recognize them, much to our disappointment. But to bring us to high spirits again the paragliders were here! We were REALLY EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;P.S-I know these topics are really quie  boring but to get our mind away from pi,cubed,square and formulae anything is exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-3917506050568226881?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/3917506050568226881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=3917506050568226881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/3917506050568226881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/3917506050568226881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2010/02/excitement_22.html' title='THE EXCITEMENT'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-4165572299719995873</id><published>2010-02-22T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:04:37.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXCITEMENT'/><title type='text'>THE EXCITEMENT</title><content type='html'>We recently went to Pavna. There was one evening, the evening that we were leaving. Where we went to the village. That evening Dad went out to the lake and was windsurfing. We were studying at home. Some unknown people came to the lake. The EXCITEMENT of ours! We ran to the house and stopped, looking out for the binoculars, I found them and we investigated. We couldn’t recognize them, much to our disappointment. But to bring us to high spirits again the paragliders were here! We were REALLY EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;P.S-I know these topics are really quie  boring but to get our mind away from pi,cubed,square and formulae anything is exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-4165572299719995873?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/4165572299719995873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=4165572299719995873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/4165572299719995873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/4165572299719995873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2010/02/excitement.html' title='THE EXCITEMENT'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-3687362394784943906</id><published>2009-12-08T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:55:11.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>frunky,busy,happy christmas</title><content type='html'>Santa’s busy every time of the year. Making toys, receiving letters (according to geography [northern hemisphere and southern hemisphere]) and grooming reindeers, Grandmas busy till the 25th of December making sweets. Mama sending Christmas cards to everyone, deciding who to order sweets from and buying gifts for everyone. Daddies putting up Christmas decorations and helping organize various events. Babies are busy rehearsing acts for Christmas events. And we are happy. And Christ is happy because at Christmas, the world is one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-3687362394784943906?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/3687362394784943906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=3687362394784943906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/3687362394784943906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/3687362394784943906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2009/12/frunkybusyhappy-christmas.html' title='frunky,busy,happy christmas'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-7086871521538799664</id><published>2009-12-07T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:52:04.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchild'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kulkuls'/><title type='text'>frunky kulkuls</title><content type='html'>What’s your favourite part of Christmas? Was the asked question. Santa, Christmas tree, Midnight mass, sweets? Well, I think sweets are the best. What is Christmas without celebrating it with joy and food? KulKuls, marzipan, jujups, cake and oh….All of this food talk is making my mouth water. Most grandchildren always go to their grandmothers’ house to make sweets. KulKuls are made out of rollers. Where you roll out dough which was the part that was given to the youngest grand child because that was the only thing she didn’t make a mess of. Then came the curling of the KulKuls. Which was given to the second grandchild. Who always made them too thin or too thick. The third one always had to do ‘Finishing touches’ according to nana. Who didn’t want to make him feel bad. Then came putting the curls into the pan for frying. Which was given to the third again. Then the biggest would light the fire. Nana would tell the little ones the fire is hot-hot. Only she and the biggest can go next to it. Then nana would stir it up and leave it to fry. While the two elder ones would play a game of scrabble with nana while the other two will play with the little architect play set nana kept with a string on top of it to keep the pieces from falling out. Then the kulkuls were ready.  Nana would let each try one. After the praises were done, Nana would do the dividing and the big ones dropped the little ones home. This is how you keep the Christmas spirit going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-7086871521538799664?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/7086871521538799664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=7086871521538799664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/7086871521538799664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/7086871521538799664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2009/12/frunky-kulkuls.html' title='frunky kulkuls'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-8029433502442568763</id><published>2009-12-04T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:04:51.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the frunky spider</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows that Christmas is a time for joy, peace and goodwill. There is the biblical side of it. Where Jesus was born in a manger and the bright star guided the shepards and the three kings to the king of kings. And the rare story of how the tinsel&lt;br /&gt; came on the tree. As soon as King Herald heard there was another king of kings, he killed all the baby boys. But Jesus was saved. Mary and Joseph took him to the cave. Where a spider lived. The soldiers came. Looking out for the right baby. Right up to the cave. Where the spider had spent all night weaving a silver spider web. That glistened in the moonlight. Which covered the mouth of the cave. So the soldiers couldn’t enter. They were quite close though. And because of the spider, Jesus was saved.&lt;br /&gt;So, to represent the spiders web, the tinsel on the tree is put up.&lt;br /&gt;And, when you put up your tinsel, be sure theres a spider there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-8029433502442568763?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/8029433502442568763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=8029433502442568763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/8029433502442568763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/8029433502442568763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2009/12/frunky-spider.html' title='the frunky spider'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-2001849719096140275</id><published>2009-12-04T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:59:28.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>frunky snow</title><content type='html'>Christmas is always happy. Buying gifts. Making sweets. Writing letters to Santa. Santa and Rudolph are always very busy at this time of the year. Mrs. Claus making sweets too. Santa must be taking lots of time to make the toys. He must be giving last years asked gifts this year. That is why you don’t get the things you ask for. There’s only one thing that’s missing in Christmas in Bandra. That’s Snow. But what if…….The curl on the waves on band stand will be snow. Damians will have real snow instead of fake snow(and our Christmas trees too). Fake fire places will have to be made real.The stores will run out of hot chocolate (they hardly had any anyways). The best part- no school for how much ever time the snow remains(snow please remain long). The trees will be forced cone shape(imagine having a coconut tree cone shaped). Driving would be smooth because the snow would fill up all the potholes in the road. Pollution would be replaced by frost(its so cool the cars engine gives out frost).&lt;br /&gt;But we hope………and we have to hope too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-2001849719096140275?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/2001849719096140275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=2001849719096140275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/2001849719096140275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/2001849719096140275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2009/12/frunky-snow.html' title='frunky snow'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-5161982251779760444</id><published>2008-10-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:04:33.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUNKY?</title><content type='html'>One day I got up and thought about my blog,and I thought-what is frunky?It struck me.It means joy, happy ,wonderful.That is why in my first post,I enjoyed myself on that day.So,the Diwali holidays are coming up and we are going to have many frunky days  in  Pawna too.Incase you do not know where Pawna is-it is near Lonavla and is surrounded by mountains.Our house is facing a lake.It is a rural place.We like to go there and  just came back(today morning).It was beautiful and it was green because it rained.My dad went to see a plot of land on the other side of the lake in the afternoon with his agent.When they left there was thunder clashing far off.They went in a wind-powered boat and had to move the tiller(the boats captains wheel)to move  the boat.But when they were coming back there was a little wind at first and then non-stop wind and very hard.Finally,they gave it up and landed the boat some distance away and had to walk back.Just as they reached it started raining.It was so bad that we could leave only today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-5161982251779760444?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/5161982251779760444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=5161982251779760444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/5161982251779760444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/5161982251779760444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2008/10/frunky.html' title='FRUNKY?'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608342772467865715.post-8256095666032555414</id><published>2008-09-28T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:08:29.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TOTALLY FRUNKY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;A totally frunky day is in in Lonavla,Pawna,Thakursai.We have a house over there.It is frunky when I have my spying friends over.We do all types of stuff there.Don't tell anyone but it is our secret clubhouse.We build dams and rivers,windsurf,sail and swim.There is a big lake over there which we all meet at and then go up to my house for a barbeque.So,the starting of a frunky day goes like this-my family and I go there and we call mum and&lt;/span&gt; dads friends.We spend the morning and afternoon with them sailing,windsurfing and swimming with a lunch of yummy goa sausage pulao.At about four o'clock they leave and my spying friends come down to the lake.We swim,sail and windsurf till about seven o'clock.after that we all go to my house and have a barbeque.my friends and me sit inside and watch a movie while the adults are sitting out watching the stars.&lt;/p&gt;Thats it for now bye and hope to see you for a frunky day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608342772467865715-8256095666032555414?l=frunkydays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/feeds/8256095666032555414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608342772467865715&amp;postID=8256095666032555414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/8256095666032555414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608342772467865715/posts/default/8256095666032555414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frunkydays.blogspot.com/2008/09/totally-frunky-day.html' title='A TOTALLY FRUNKY DAY'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
