<?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-6903726</id><updated>2011-09-02T18:16:41.894+05:30</updated><category term='Romance'/><category term='me'/><category term='General'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='stories/poems'/><category term='Thought Provoking'/><category term='Informative'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Art'/><category term='university'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>The Faraway Tree</title><subtitle type='html'>What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us. 
--Ralph Waldo Emerson .
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This blog attempts to glorify and record the smaller yet enjoyable nuances of life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-3472022382956915491</id><published>2010-01-24T20:03:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:29:49.404+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Joy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The poem collector in me at work again... Came across two really good poems which I liked. Thought will post them here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy : by Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Joy is Everywhere;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is in the Earth's green covering of grass;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the blue serenity of the Sky;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the reckless exuberance of Spring;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the severe abstinence of gray Winter;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the Living flesh that animates our bodily frame;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the perfect poise of the Human figure, noble and upright;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Living;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the exercise of all our powers;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the acquisition of Knowledge;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;in fighting evils...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joy is there Everywhere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time is too slow for those who wait&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Henry Van Dyke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time is too slow for those who wait,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;too swift for those who fear,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;too long for those who grieve,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;too short for those who rejoice,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but for those who love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;time is eternity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Playing: Vinnaithandi Varuvaaya (Karthik) - Vinnaithaandi Varuvaaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-3472022382956915491?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3472022382956915491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=3472022382956915491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3472022382956915491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3472022382956915491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy-time.html' title='Joy Time'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-8349842137644635953</id><published>2009-12-25T05:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-25T05:35:39.646+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from Terminal 2</title><content type='html'>Yay!!! India bound again!!  Really looking forward to it. This is and will be my longest continuous stay in India. The year 2009 has been a year of patience, perseverence and decent amount of fun and has brought about new opportunities.  Year 2010 am hopeful is a year of positive changes and hope to have greater amount of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick snapshot before I sign-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recent Books I have read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Appeal- John Grisham - Gripping and full of strategy. Decent read.&lt;br /&gt;Two States - Chetan Bhagat - Hilarious. Must read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recent Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bef0re Sunrise , Before Sunset - Two Brilliant Romantic comedies. Very conversational. (Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy).&lt;br /&gt;Vettaikaaran - Good laugh and  a decent masala movie. Good to watch with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Anushka is smokin hot!! (Loved the songs Kairgalan and En Ucchi mandai la gir!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recent Sports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumed tennis for the past 3-4 weeks. Game still not to the level as before. Need to improve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really glad that I completed the Standard Chartered Half Marathon (21 Km) on December 6th. This is my second half-marathon and I completed it in around 2hrs 58 min (about the same time as last year).&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now to board AI 447. Until then Merry  Christmas and Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing : Sol Sol avalidam sol (Paiyaa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-8349842137644635953?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/8349842137644635953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=8349842137644635953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/8349842137644635953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/8349842137644635953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-from-terminal-2.html' title='Merry Christmas from Terminal 2'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-136949253665077674</id><published>2009-10-16T16:01:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:12:43.030+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali 2009</title><content type='html'>Standard Fireworks, Peacock Brand, 100 Wala Lar Grand, Snake, Stone, Sparklers, Vishnu Chakram, Thara Chakram, Buswanam, Aerial color-out, Morning Idlis, Patti-Mandram, Deepavali Release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the only faint memories that I have of celebrating Deepavali at home. It has been around 10 years, since I set forth out of home for college and work thereafter. In these 10 years I have been at home for Deepavali only a couple of times. I know for a fact that in the coming few years, there are very less chances of me being at home for Diwali.   So here I am at the airport on the Diwali eve, taking a flight to Chennai. This was a very impulsive booking on my part, and a last minute decision. But I dont repent it. I am sure I will cherish this weekend for ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you guys out there spending your Diwali with your loved ones and family, you should feel very special and lucky!! And those who are far away from their loved ones, gather with your friends and have fun, for this is a season of lights and you should brighten your lives with this light, wherever you are in this world!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-136949253665077674?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/136949253665077674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=136949253665077674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/136949253665077674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/136949253665077674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-deepavali-2009.html' title='Happy Deepavali 2009'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-5927332894651237952</id><published>2009-09-24T19:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:01:25.101+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Snapshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;மூச்சு விட்டு கொண்டிருப்பவன் எல்லாம் மனிதனல்ல.&lt;br /&gt;கிடைசி மூச்சு வரை முயற்சி செய்து கொண்டிருப்பவனே மனிதன்!&lt;br /&gt;A man is not defined by the fact that he is constantly breathing. One who persistently keeps trying until his last breath maketh a MAN!&lt;br /&gt;(Heard this on Vijay TV rendered by a Tamil Poet and lyricist called Pa. Vijay).&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book Recommendations: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Unaccustomed earth - Jhumpa Lahiri&lt;br /&gt;Very moving stories, but most of the stories have a sad undertone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My Days - A Memoir - RK Narayan&lt;br /&gt;My Guru, My role model, my God, my constant companion. His life is as interesting as his books.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recent Good Movies : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Unnai Pol Oruvan - Kamal Haasan - Need I say more.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kaminey&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recent Board Game discovery:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered an awesome game called RISK. The objective of this game is to conquer the world. A board game with skills similar to Age of Empires.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurants :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chutney Mary (East Coast Road)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWS of the Month &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sensex kicking some ass now.&lt;br /&gt;* 1 year anniversary of Lehman brothers collapse and world economies showing some signs that the recession is coming to an end (touch wood, in fact touch an entire forest ).&lt;br /&gt;* Signs of water on the moon discovered as part of the Chandraayan moon mission.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the Singapore F1 night race this weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-5927332894651237952?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-9171203020319477822</id><published>2009-07-30T18:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:56:25.103+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>The Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My fingers are dancing over the qwerty&lt;br /&gt;I really want write something from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my hands dirty&lt;br /&gt;And make yet another start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is either a famine or a flood of ideas in my cerebrum&lt;br /&gt;There are times I cannot write a single word&lt;br /&gt;And times where I disgorge incoherent ideas in cryptic conundrum&lt;br /&gt;That are worth only to be interred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers flop down on the keyboard due to lack of work in shame&lt;br /&gt;They do what they usually do in such times without fail&lt;br /&gt;I end up googling my own name, how lame,&lt;br /&gt;And set forth on my usual meaningless web trail.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-9171203020319477822?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/9171203020319477822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=9171203020319477822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/9171203020319477822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/9171203020319477822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2009/07/writer.html' title='The Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-4960027257649429660</id><published>2009-06-09T18:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:06:39.544+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Dead-ends - Where New life begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was on the highway sooner than I had realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are part of the race whether or not you want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I set forth at full gear with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wind on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The music on my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The feel of absolute power in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew know fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were no strings attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I braved many distractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was important to keep driving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ignored the exits and short-cuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They were only for quitters and losers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ignored the warnings and the signals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They were only for the faint-hearted and weaklings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were many obstructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it was important to keep driving on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I started this journey with a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A dream that when I reach the end of my journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where there are no more roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where no man has driven to before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall erect my flag of success on virgin grounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And bask in the glory of my achievements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the roads never come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roads will never come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is for you to find that happy nook that others call the "Dead-end"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where you need to carve a niche for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That happy place where only your car can go through the gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where other cars can come, but they have to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is funny in that sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The journey does not come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because your destination has arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rather it comes because you can no longer drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or make a conscious choice to end the journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am still driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But wisely so now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I am aware that I need to find my dead-end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where a happy new life awaits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-4960027257649429660?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-6741454830408907528</id><published>2009-05-09T08:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:19:26.756+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Mi Primer Poema Espanol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;La señora es mucho bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mi me gusta la señora. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algún día voy a hablar con ella&lt;br /&gt;ese día voy a cantar la la la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That girl she is really beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I like that girl a lot&lt;br /&gt;Some day I will talk to that girl&lt;br /&gt;That day I will sing la la la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-6741454830408907528?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6741454830408907528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=6741454830408907528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/6741454830408907528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/6741454830408907528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-primer-poema-espanol.html' title='Mi Primer Poema Espanol'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-2698416903400968499</id><published>2009-05-09T07:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:43:10.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>My Day in Brands</title><content type='html'>Colgate&lt;br /&gt;Listrine&lt;br /&gt;Garnier&lt;br /&gt;Pears&lt;br /&gt;Nivea&lt;br /&gt;Johnson &amp; Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Cole&lt;br /&gt;Alain Delon&lt;br /&gt;Woodlands&lt;br /&gt;Seven Eleven&lt;br /&gt;Magnolia&lt;br /&gt;HP&lt;br /&gt;NEC&lt;br /&gt;MS Windows&lt;br /&gt;Redoxon&lt;br /&gt;Google&lt;br /&gt;Java&lt;br /&gt;Samsung&lt;br /&gt;Starhub&lt;br /&gt;Akira&lt;br /&gt;Acer&lt;br /&gt;Ikea&lt;br /&gt;Listrine&lt;br /&gt;Himalaya&lt;br /&gt;LG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-2698416903400968499?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2698416903400968499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=2698416903400968499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2698416903400968499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2698416903400968499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-day-in-brands.html' title='My Day in Brands'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-4475156967915844605</id><published>2009-04-03T16:35:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:08:19.225+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Tiger Awaits</title><content type='html'>Keeping with the tradition of my airport blogging, this is yet another 1-hour-before-flight blog. (first time from the Budget terminal @ Singapore though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected something really bad at the Budget terminal. I should say that it is not that bad, except that I really miss the free leg-massagers in terminal 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough banter. Let us talk about something intellectual. How about the third-law of thermodynamics: that the entropy in the universe is ever increasing. (hopefully I still remember it correct from Thermo-D 101)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am part of the universe (or maybe the universe is part of me :D ) then I am certainly a good contributor to the increase in entropy.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my actions recently definitely fall into the distribution of entropy contributing activities from the set : {weird, abnormal, eccentric , crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the really "entropic" things that I did recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night at 2 AM I had a strong craving for hot spicy noodles and a keen desire to watch Michael Madana Kamarajan. Thanks to the Gracious God and Myself I had both accessible at home. And BOY I did really enjoy both at that Ghastly, ghostly hour!!! &lt;li&gt;I suffer from a chronic disease called "IMPATIENCE" and the doctors have given up on me. Recently at the LRT Station (light rail transit) I really got impatient waiting for the lrt and I started walking round and round the platform ("the Pentathol" scene from Gunaa). A concerned SMRT Railway employee stopped me and asked if all was OK. I retorted saying that this is my way of exercising since I don't get time to exercise after work. (which was partly true btw.) He went away chuckling to himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually made a "Check-list" before this trip for my packing and the list of items I had to do before departing. Now is that a sign of AGEING or really a &lt;em&gt;Curious Case&lt;/em&gt; of my extraordinary Project management skills applied to daily living. Weird!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: Confusion confusion (Kotha Bangaru Lokam)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-4475156967915844605?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4475156967915844605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=4475156967915844605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/4475156967915844605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/4475156967915844605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiger-awaits.html' title='The Tiger Awaits'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-4449380204836171913</id><published>2009-02-01T07:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:48:29.142+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Snapshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The following two books are my recent good reads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gifted - Nikita Lalwani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about an Indian immigrant family in Cardiff (Wales). The head of the family is an Indian mathematics professor and the main character in the story is his "gifted" daughter who is a maths prodigee. The family's aspirations are centred around the girl and the whole plot is about how this affects the normal living of the girl. I really enjoyed reading this book,especially understanding the psyche of the girl. For example there is an instance where the girl prays to God to get her out of a problem by counting to 30th digit of "Pi", the transcendental number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show Business - Shashi Tharoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Excellent parody of the Bollywood industry and closely resembles the life of Amitabh Bachchan. Shashi Tharoor has devised an intelligent structure to the book, with chapters resembling film-shooting takes. I really enjoyed the monologues of each character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other reads&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction to Freud - comic series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was quite an eye-opening read. Came across some shocking theories like the &lt;strong&gt;Oedipus complex. &lt;/strong&gt;Overall the book was a good introduction to Sigmund Freud's theories some of which are quite relevant. Freud says that &lt;strong&gt;reason&lt;/strong&gt; is not an obvious outcome of the mind but an outcome of a struggle between the ideal and raw-inconscious mind and the practical conscious mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now playing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kangal Irandal&lt;/strong&gt; - Subramaniyapuram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams on Fire&lt;/strong&gt; - Slumdog Millionare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-4449380204836171913?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4449380204836171913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=4449380204836171913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/4449380204836171913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/4449380204836171913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2009/02/snapshot.html' title='Snapshot'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-7803496441074773602</id><published>2009-01-28T19:02:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:15:26.309+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>X-Ray of a Confused Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scariest place in the world at times is within your head! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SYBg7c-7aMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/F7CS8RVk1UU/s1600-h/black_dots_clipped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296339736296384706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SYBg7c-7aMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/F7CS8RVk1UU/s320/black_dots_clipped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SYBftBXG_NI/AAAAAAAAAm0/gHVj961mzrM/s1600-h/black_dots.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SYBfdSt416I/AAAAAAAAAms/YvmocDk6kvg/s1600-h/black_dots.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-7803496441074773602?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/7803496441074773602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=7803496441074773602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/7803496441074773602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/7803496441074773602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2009/01/x-ray-of-confused-mind.html' title='X-Ray of a Confused Mind'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SYBg7c-7aMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/F7CS8RVk1UU/s72-c/black_dots_clipped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-651954671946625273</id><published>2009-01-16T22:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:18:56.642+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>The Climb Resumes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For years I have been climbing steep mountains&lt;br /&gt;I have never feared hanging off steep ledges&lt;br /&gt;The sharp rocks have seldom hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I was undeterred by the pain my arms&lt;br /&gt;And the ache in my legs&lt;br /&gt;I was steady in my resolve&lt;br /&gt;To keep climbing higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Until I reached the ultimate summit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine until my recent fall&lt;br /&gt;The fear of failure has crept into me like poison ivy&lt;br /&gt;Self infliction is nothing but an easy solution&lt;br /&gt;I seek pleasure in pain&lt;br /&gt;I seek solace in my solitude&lt;br /&gt;I seek refuge in my goblet&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to drown in the rednesss of the wine&lt;br /&gt;That liberates my inner spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faint voice within me frantically calls out&lt;br /&gt;Begging me to just hang in there&lt;br /&gt;And that the tide will turn&lt;br /&gt;I hear the voice of reason calling out loudly to&lt;br /&gt;Pull myself out of this abyss&lt;br /&gt;For I have  been at greater heights&lt;br /&gt;The climb now should be faster and easier&lt;br /&gt;The perils are not strangers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may now hold on to my rope tighter&lt;br /&gt;Every step of mine might take longer&lt;br /&gt;I may rest after each exertion and my breath may be heavier&lt;br /&gt;But at least I have resumed my climb!&lt;br /&gt;And I vow that I shall keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;As after every fall the only way is UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-651954671946625273?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/651954671946625273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=651954671946625273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/651954671946625273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/651954671946625273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2009/01/climb-resumes.html' title='The Climb Resumes...'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-7041213285406606317</id><published>2009-01-04T21:43:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:47:04.227+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; I stare out of my window at the grey night sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And see a lone faint star in the distance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The clouds annoy me for this reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do they want to deny me the simple pleasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of gazing at the bright stars  and counting them? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A finite entity attempting to grasp the infinite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is not that I want the stars all for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not wish to roll up the sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hang it in my living room to adorn my wall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is just a momentary lapse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I am filled with brimming gratitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For it is the clouds that bear the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that paints the earth in hues of green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that ensures my thirst is quenched.&lt;br /&gt;I quietly close the window making a vow to myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I shall consciously try to be content with what I have!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-7041213285406606317?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/7041213285406606317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=7041213285406606317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/7041213285406606317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/7041213285406606317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2009/01/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-7372608320366279019</id><published>2008-12-10T17:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:12:12.705+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>The Long Awaited Journey</title><content type='html'>Blogging from the airport has now become a tradition for me :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a year of very few trips or journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jakarta in January&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;India in Jan / Feb &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malacca and Mt Ophir (Malaysia) in September&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;India again now in December. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am now going to India(chennai) after almost 10 months, my longest strech away from home. Hopefully the next year brings a lot of good change !!&lt;br /&gt;Till then Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual a verse to end it all, based on a real experience today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shook my hands with an old neglected gentleman and he felt happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wished him good luck and seasons greetings and he felt elated.&lt;br /&gt;He came towards me and embraced me and I was almost in tears!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-7372608320366279019?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/7372608320366279019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=7372608320366279019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/7372608320366279019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/7372608320366279019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-awaited-journey.html' title='The Long Awaited Journey'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-3618355332248292179</id><published>2008-11-09T20:09:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:50:38.219+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Forgotten Face - Aasai Mugam Marandhu</title><content type='html'>Excerpts from one of the many gems of Bharathiyar. I heard this song recently in a concert and was totally moved by it. Apparently Bharathi had written this song when he lost his mother's photograph (the only photograph and memory he had of her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ஆசைமுகம் மறந்து போச்சே - இதை யாரிடம் சொல்வேனடி தோழி?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have forgotten that lovely face, whom shall I share this grief with ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;நேசம் மறக்கவில்லை நெஞ்சம் - எனில் நினைவு முகம் மறக்கலாமோ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart has still not forgotten the love, alas how can I forget that memorable face?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;தேனை மறந்திருக்கும் வண்டும் - ஒளிச் சிறப்பை மறந்துவிட்ட பூவும்&lt;br /&gt;வானை மறந்திருக்கும் பயிறும் - இந்த வையம் முழுதுமில்லை தோழி&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One cannot find in this whole world :&lt;br /&gt;Bees that have forgotten honey&lt;br /&gt;Flowers that forgotten the splendor of light&lt;br /&gt;Crops that have forgotten the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;கண்ணன் முகம் மறந்துபோனால் - இந்த கண்களிருந்து பயனுண்டோ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I forget the face of krishna, then what is the use of my eyes?&lt;/em&gt; (Krishna is a placeholder for his mother here).&lt;br /&gt;வண்ணப் படமுமில்லை கண்டாய் - இனி வாழும் வழியென்னடி தோழி?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I no longer have your photograph, now what is left in life,tell me my dear friend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-3618355332248292179?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3618355332248292179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=3618355332248292179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3618355332248292179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3618355332248292179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/11/forgotten-face-aasai-mugam-marandhu.html' title='Forgotten Face - Aasai Mugam Marandhu'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-2320099763517021699</id><published>2008-11-01T10:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:25:54.391+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Con-Verse-sation</title><content type='html'>17:28 VK: arz kiya hai.....&lt;br /&gt;17:28 VK: &lt;strong&gt;Tairna hai to samundar Mein tairo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:28 VK: &lt;strong&gt;Nadi naalo Mein kya rakha hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17:28 VK: &lt;strong&gt;Mohabbat karni hai to apne watan se karo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17:28 VK: &lt;strong&gt;In bewafa hASino Mein kya rakha hai......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(If you want to swim, do so in the ocean. What is there in the ponds and rivers.  If you want to Love someone,  find someone from your own country. What do you see or what is there in these disloyal damsels?). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:32 Me: wah wah...may i kindly ASk you to qualify these bewafa hASinAS..&lt;br /&gt;17:33 AS: this shair is for the NRI&lt;br /&gt;17:33 VK: indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:37 Me: in continuation with VK's effort with my rusty hindi :&lt;br /&gt;17:38 AS: best of luck to us&lt;br /&gt;17:38 Me: here you go..&lt;br /&gt;17:38 Me: &lt;strong&gt;tairna aata to samundar kya aASman Mein tairunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17:38 Me: &lt;strong&gt;pyar karna aata to ek nahi hazaaron hASinon se karunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(If I could swim then i would do so in the skies. And if I was capable of love, I would love not one but a thousand damsels.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:38 AS: aaage?&lt;br /&gt;17:39 Me: this is like kabir ke dohe...2 liners&lt;br /&gt;17:39 AS: dohe still follow a format&lt;br /&gt;17:39 AS: a reply to a shair should be a shair&lt;br /&gt;17:39 AS: 4 liner on 4 liner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:41 Pak Poet: &lt;strong&gt;Gul hui jaati hai afsurda sulagti hui shaam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17:41 Pak Poet: &lt;strong&gt;Dhul ke niklay gi abhi chAShma-e-mahtab se raat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:41 Pak Poet: &lt;strong&gt;Aur mushtaaq nigaahon ki suni jaaye gi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17:41 Pak Poet: &lt;strong&gt;Aur un hathon se mAS: hongay yeh tarse huay haath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:42 Me: translate plz&lt;br /&gt;17:42 Pak Poet: Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:42 Pak Poet: &lt;em&gt;The morose evening is lost in the silhouette of a fading sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;17:42 Pak Poet: &lt;em&gt;But soon, it will coMe out bathed in the moonlit night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;17:43 Pak Poet: &lt;em&gt;And those eager eyes will be heard to, one more tiMe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;17:43 Pak Poet: &lt;em&gt;and these longing fingers will be entwined with those fingers again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:43 Me: whoa ur verse is it?&lt;br /&gt;17:43 Me: awesoMe&lt;br /&gt;17:43 Pak Poet: no... faiz ahmed faiz&lt;br /&gt;17:43 Pak Poet: Pak Poet:&lt;br /&gt;17:43 Pak Poet: winner of Lenin prize, 1985&lt;br /&gt;17:43 Me: nice&lt;br /&gt;17:45 Pak Poet: correction: Lenin Peace Prize, awarded in&lt;br /&gt;1962...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-2320099763517021699?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2320099763517021699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=2320099763517021699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2320099763517021699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2320099763517021699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/11/con-verse-sation.html' title='Con-Verse-sation'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-4331210900468781469</id><published>2008-10-23T23:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:27:44.472+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Timestamp</title><content type='html'>Amazed at how some things that never bore you, such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Midnight maggi (from the old ANC times)&lt;br /&gt;2. Godavari (still to figure out my fixation with this movie)&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunday morning Top 10 movies (with dosa substituted by bread-omlette and coffee)&lt;br /&gt;4.  RK Narayan and PG Wodehouse (doing a revisit now)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pudhu Kavidhai - Mini Verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The markets may be bearish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But never lose the bull within you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feed him with some positive thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And reap profits lifelong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-4331210900468781469?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4331210900468781469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=4331210900468781469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/4331210900468781469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/4331210900468781469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/10/timestamp.html' title='Timestamp'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-8478678498074047565</id><published>2008-09-04T21:52:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:34:43.510+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Oxygenic Verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines  from Tamizh MA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SMAM9u9xm5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/z_0qzdAAQ9E/s1600-h/Clipboard01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SMAM9u9xm5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/z_0qzdAAQ9E/s200/Clipboard01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242204220977945490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exchanging our stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We blended into the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if our conversations end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am content and happy in the shadows of your silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.S. :  Tried my hand at tamizh after a long long time. I still enjoy writing in Tamizh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SMAQmPR9QbI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bUKijwaTXaI/s1600-h/DSC04283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SMAQmPR9QbI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bUKijwaTXaI/s200/DSC04283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242208215382180274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEISURE  - Excerpts from the famous poem Leisure by W.H. Davies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,&lt;br /&gt;And watch her feet, how they can dance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  No time to wait till her mouth can&lt;br /&gt;Enrich that smile her eyes began.&lt;/p&gt;P.S. : Shot that sunset picture from the house, on one pleasant evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SMAUAfllWaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/JZ6aPqXxYvo/s1600-h/colors_capsq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SMAUAfllWaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/JZ6aPqXxYvo/s200/colors_capsq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242211964970949026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lines from A Song in Jab We Met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ham Jo Chalne Lage Yeh Raasthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The route that we have treaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kho Jaye Hum Kho Jaye Hum yun la pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We  are lost and are clueless where we are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janaa Kahaan Na ho pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Neither do we know where we are heading to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Par Manzil Se Behether Lagne Lage yeh raasthe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But yet this journey seems to better than the final destinations themselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.S. :  Lights outside Capital Tower Tanjong Pagar, Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-8478678498074047565?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/8478678498074047565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=8478678498074047565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/8478678498074047565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/8478678498074047565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/09/oxygenic-verse.html' title='Oxygenic Verse'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SMAM9u9xm5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/z_0qzdAAQ9E/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-2760324498141502</id><published>2008-06-03T21:09:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:35:42.346+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informative'/><title type='text'>Bullet Points</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health Survey &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A recent health survey in India by Nielsen Company consisting of 20,000 respondents revealed that among various conditions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;54.4% (~11000) of the respondents had a household member affected by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;High BP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;45.7% (~9000) of the respondents had a household member affected by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diabetes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12.2% (~2400) of the respondents had a household member affected by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I believe that among the various conditions, depression is the most sinister, as it has a significant impact on the home ecology. It is the combined responsibility of the entire family to rescue the affected person out of the condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source : Reader's Digest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mittal Trivia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Richest man in UK and 4th richest in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vanisha Mittal (Mittal's daughter) had the world's most expensive wedding in France. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mittal built his first plant outside India in Surabaya Indonesia at the age of 26. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source : Wikipedia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spirit-ed Women &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent article I read in a magazine (Outlook) states the following about women and drinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women are more likely to get addicted to alchohol even with casual drinking. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women get intoxicated with even lesser amounts of alchohol. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women account for the annual 25% increase in alchohol consumption in India. (this does shadow the fact that Males are causing the rest 75% )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you also know that:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alchohol dehydrogenase is the enzyme that digests (metabolises) alchohol and this is secreted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by the liver which is the largest human internal organ)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in lesser quantities in Women. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 gm of Protein or Carbohydrate contains 1 Calorie. Whereas 1gm of Alchohol contains 7 Calories. (1 gm Fat contains 9 Calories)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I am not being judgemental nor in advisory mode here. It is just a reminder to all us spirited individuals that we are one hell of a live-r (deliberate malaproprism) and while living life to the fullest we should use our judgement while revelling in high spirits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-2760324498141502?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2760324498141502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=2760324498141502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2760324498141502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2760324498141502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/06/bullet-points.html' title='Bullet Points'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-1641865343805833078</id><published>2008-05-31T10:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:40:27.023+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Life is Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1 : Nationality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A guy talking to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you Indian ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl replied back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes of course I am Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was flabbergasted. It was like they show in the movies. The trees stopped swaying, the birds stopped in mid air, the waves in the sea froze for a second and the whole world came to a stand still&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ask why?&lt;br /&gt;This whole scene took place in the Indian High commission in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2 : SMS Eavesdrop Monday Morning&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;( I happened to eavesdrop (of course accidentally) on a lady messaging her boy friend on the train.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janice:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh am so sleepy this morning. It was a tiring night yesterday and it got pretty late ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes it was tiring but good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janice:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for organizing the friday gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter:&lt;/strong&gt; Hope you enjoyed my friends on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janice:&lt;/strong&gt; I did. But I enjoyed you better yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Singlish is too short to convey the meaning. Just remember to change "you" to "your company" in the above conversation to get the right meaning. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 3 : S-Team Boat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Conversation in a office meeting to organize an event. Of course the names have been changed but are indicative of their place of origin.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irodov Vadapava:&lt;/strong&gt; Let us think of some idea to organize the company yearly event for team building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pierre Fries :&lt;/strong&gt; I had thought about it. How about a cruise on a ship and a boat party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jollygood Steak:&lt;/strong&gt; That seems to be a nice idea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akram Kebab:&lt;/strong&gt; Company Compliancy Policy IPC Section 666A does not allow this stating this as Employee Loss risk. What if the ship sinks drowning more than half our employees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jollygood Steak:&lt;/strong&gt; Is that bad after all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-1641865343805833078?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1641865343805833078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=1641865343805833078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/1641865343805833078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/1641865343805833078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-like-that.html' title='Life is Like That'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-3114006843600016358</id><published>2008-05-25T00:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:36:58.723+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Life, A Riddle and Ten Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I asked of life what have you to give me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life answered back : What you have to offer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was a poster in our bedroom which has always been there since as far as I can remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you utter my name I disappear. Who am I or What am I?&lt;br /&gt;This riddle was from the movie "Life is Beautiful" (Italian movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two alternative answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;2. Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are we selfish at times (or most times)?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why can't we put others' needs before ours?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do seek recognition from others? (for e.g. why do I feel happy when others leave comments on my blog)?&lt;br /&gt;4. Is there a purpose to life and if so are we doing our duty?&lt;br /&gt;5. Why is money so important inspite of not being important?&lt;br /&gt;6  Why can't we speak our minds?&lt;br /&gt;7. Why is the mind so devious at times?&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there a good and bad side to our brain/thinking?&lt;br /&gt;9. How do I know that I am intelligent? Is it by proving that I can solve a difficult mathematical&lt;br /&gt;problem or by cracking difficult exams or scoring high on an IQ Test?&lt;br /&gt;10 It is 3 AM in the morning and am I crazy to be blogging at this hour?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-3114006843600016358?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3114006843600016358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=3114006843600016358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3114006843600016358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3114006843600016358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-riddle-and-ten-questions.html' title='Life, A Riddle and Ten Questions'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-6624990550340730526</id><published>2008-05-17T16:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:44:27.988+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Pollen Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The school bell rang at exactly 3 PM. Raghu came rushing out of his biology class. Raghu belonged to class 5 in Wesley High School. He was a very bright and inquisitive student. He located his red "BSA StreetCat" cycle in the stands and enthusiastically cycled back home. He parked the cycle by the window and locked. He inspected the reflector at the rear of the cycle. It looked a bit dusty. He kneeled down and started polishing itwith his saliva. It was now gleaming in the evening sun. Beaming and satisfied with his effort,he rushed to find his grandmother in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt; What is up Laddu(sweetums)? Why are you brimming with so much excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raghu:&lt;/strong&gt; Grandma, we had a very interesting lesson today in Biology. It was about osmosis. I am going to do some experiments at home with raisins and grapes. Can you give me some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure you can take it, but tell me what you are going to do with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raghu:&lt;/strong&gt; I am going to put the raisins in water. The raisins should absorb the water due to osmosis and bloat in size. When ripe full grapes are kept in water they lose water due to reverse osmosis. When grapes are preserved in sugar water they will retain shape and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt; For this you need to experiment? I know this more from my kitchen experience than from my Class II education. Do you see those big array of jars there. Those are all different fruits and vegetables preserved in Salt and sugar water for pickling later. I don't know anything about "aash-maashish" though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raghu:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm. Not bad, Grandma, I think I can put your practical experience to some use later. I am off to do my homework now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days later, Raghu is just back from school and finds his grandmother in the garden behind the house, planting some saplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raghu:&lt;/strong&gt; Excellent grandma I found you at the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt; Little Rascal! What weird question do you have for me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raghu:&lt;/strong&gt; Let me put you test. Can you tell me how trees come to existence and grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt; How else, but from seeds sown in the soil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raghu:&lt;/strong&gt; But tell me where seeds come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt; Seeds come from the trees themselves my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raghu:&lt;/strong&gt; Aiyoh! Patti(Grandma)! You don't know anything. Dont you know anything about pollination? Flowers are pollinated with pollen grains and they become fruits. Seeds come from the fruits which grow into trees later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Raghu goes near the hibiscus shrub, carefully picks the stamens from the flower and crushes them so that he has a thin layer of pollen in his hand and carefully blows air over his hand so that the pollen fly above the flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma (amused at his antics) &lt;/strong&gt;: Little Doctor, what are you upto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raghu:&lt;/strong&gt; (Indicating at the two Guava fruits hanging from the guava tree with great pride and his head high up)Grandma do you know who created those fruits? It is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt; What are you blabbering? What do you mean you created those fruits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raghu:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you not see what I just did? I pollinated the flowers myself by blowing the pollens. In a weeks' time you should see some kind of fruit in the hibiscus tree too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt; This is all going way above my head now. And don't try any more of your artificial stuff in my garden. I will preserve it in my own natural way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raghu:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't worry patti I know everything! Next week they are starting Human Physiology and I will learn how babies are born at school. I shall put you to test on subject quite soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma:&lt;/strong&gt; WHAAAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-6624990550340730526?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6624990550340730526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=6624990550340730526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/6624990550340730526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/6624990550340730526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/05/pollen-moments.html' title='Pollen Moments'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-5718308000798541356</id><published>2008-05-04T20:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:41:26.226+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Have You ... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you tried blowing whistles with the petals of a flower&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tasted sweet nectar from the flower's nectary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you streched yourself flat on dew filled grass and tried rolling down a slope&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried climbing trees and swinging on its branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you dug the soft earth with your hands and planted any saplings&lt;br /&gt;Have you drawn water out of a well using a pulley and pail and watered the plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you tasted fresh honey drops from a beehive&lt;br /&gt;Have you quenched your thirst with the cold water from an earthen pot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you inscribed or etched some insignia on the barks of trees&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried cooing back at Mynahs and Cuckoos and listened for their response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to the terrace on a dark starry night and wondered about the universe beyond&lt;br /&gt;Have you stared at your reflection in ponds and tried making faces at yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you opened your mouth to the rainy skies to taste pure rain drops&lt;br /&gt;And cycled in knee deep water and observed the wonderful patterns that the tyres leave on the water surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you spent hours on the beach bathing and collecting sea shells&lt;br /&gt;And building Sand castles, only to jump on them in the end and destroy them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For If you haven't till now it is never too late&lt;br /&gt;And You are never too old!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-5718308000798541356?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/5718308000798541356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=5718308000798541356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/5718308000798541356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/5718308000798541356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-you.html' title='Have You ... ?'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-758970787749247011</id><published>2008-04-26T10:54:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:09:04.305+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Dog's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am not particularly fond of owning dogs and for that matter any pet purely from a laziness perspective. It is quite a dog's work (no offence meant for the dogs) to take care of them, keep them clean and to keep the house clean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But if you think of all the famous characters in cartoons, books or movies you are fond of, most likely some of them will own dogs. Some of my favorite dogs are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hotdog - Jughead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fj8itPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IZpPtivwM9s/s1600-h/hotdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193421670234371314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fj8itPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IZpPtivwM9s/s200/hotdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hutch Dog - Hutch Ads (The Network follows where you go) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fj8itQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zIoXFykydSU/s1600-h/hutch_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193421670234371330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fj8itQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zIoXFykydSU/s200/hutch_dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ruff - Dennis The Menace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fz8itSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/fxmmfDlLts4/s1600-h/ruff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193421674529338658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fz8itSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/fxmmfDlLts4/s200/ruff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pluto - Disney Cartoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fz8itRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/iVJpQ5fYogE/s1600-h/pluto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193421674529338642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fz8itRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/iVJpQ5fYogE/s200/pluto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snowy - Tintin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fz8itTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/iHAH0t4IrHU/s1600-h/snowy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193421674529338674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fz8itTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/iHAH0t4IrHU/s200/snowy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Timothy (George's dog) - Famous Five (Enid Blyton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK-9T8itUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/k0D9gh9Eh8o/s1600-h/timothy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193423280847107394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK-9T8itUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/k0D9gh9Eh8o/s200/timothy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My dream house definitely has a cosy kennel under a tree with the name board of my dog "&lt;em&gt;Einstein&lt;/em&gt;" (not as an offence, but more out of great respect for the great guy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-758970787749247011?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/758970787749247011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=758970787749247011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/758970787749247011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/758970787749247011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/04/dogs-day.html' title='Dog&apos;s Day'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/SBK9fj8itPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IZpPtivwM9s/s72-c/hotdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-7853189318811079348</id><published>2008-04-05T12:45:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:11:53.752+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>The Sthitha-Prajna - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Story so far:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/02/sthitha-prajna-short-story.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/02/sthitha-prajna-short-story.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/03/sthitha-prajna-part-2.html"&gt;PART 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vipra emerged from the cold water wrapped in his saffron dhoti. The world around him was slowly stirring. The early morning fishermen were spreading their nets from the banks of the Bhagirathi. The flow of the river in this season was too rapid for their battered boats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vipra could see sevaks (disciples) were already heading towards the assembly hall. Guruji would soon emerge from his hut and take his seat on the elevated platform of the hall. Vipra rushed to his quarters, quickly changed into dry clothes and spread some holy ash on his bare torso and forehead. He flattened his hair with his hands and tidied his beard by combing them with fingers. He was surprised at the length of his beard which came down upto his collar bones now. He remembered his old barber's jocular remarks and laughed at himself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hare might have been slow&lt;br /&gt;But the Hair are here to grow&lt;br /&gt;And we are at your service to do the mow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vipra eventually made his way to the assembly hall and found a place on the floor by the window. He was never a classroom person, and his attention span was quite poor. By choosing to sit near the window he could at least stare at the Red flowers on the Gulmohar tree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There she was again, dancing in his memories again. Sarojini had indeed turned up in the College canteen the day after Republic day. She had had the courage to come all the way till the entrance of the canteen. When he walked in on her from behind, she had still been contemplating whether to enter the canteen or not. It was quite funny and complex about women he thought. When she had had no doubts about coming to the canteen all the way from her hostel, why would she think twice about going inside. A little bit of cajoling was required and soon they were sipping hot tea (chai) and munching hot sams (samosas) and chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One meeting led to another and soon they used to meet everyday in the evenings under the Gulmohar tree in the back side of the college canteen. They were like two enthusiastic children, exploring their likes and dislikes, passion, fashion and everything under the sun that picked their interests. Eventually in the eyes of the college they were officially in love though nothing was explicitly expressed between them in words or writing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Time passed by. The equations were gradually changing. Many say that men love the hunt and the chase more than anything else afterwards. Maybe the same was true with Vipra. He was beginning to take Sarojini for granted. He did not wait for hours behind the canteen, nor outside the Girl's hostel with his cycle as he used to before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sarojini was a very simple girl with minimum expectations. She did not expect any sweet-nothings from him in the form of e-mails, gifts or regular SMSes. She was an epitome of patience and continued to care for him even if his attention and concentration were on other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Loud "OM" chanting brought back Vipra to his senses. Guruji was seated in a &lt;em&gt;"Padmasana" &lt;/em&gt;pose on the platform. Guruji spoke: " Today we will be looking at Jagadguru Adi Sankara's &lt;em&gt;Bhaja Govindam&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nari-Sthana Bhara nabhi desham&lt;br /&gt;Drishtva Maga Moha Vesham&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Mamsa va saadhi vikaaram&lt;br /&gt;Manasi vichinthaya varam varam&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Seeing the full bosom of young maidens and their navel, do not fall prey to the maddening delusion. This is but a modification of flesh and fat. Think well thus in your mind again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nalini'dalagatajalam ati-taralam&lt;br /&gt;tadvaj-jèevitam atis'ayacapalam,&lt;br /&gt;viddhi vyádhy-abhimána-grastam&lt;br /&gt;lokam s'okahatam ca samastam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The water drop playing on a lotus petal has an extremely uncertain existence. So also is life ever unstable. Understand that this world is consumed by disease and conceitand is riddled with pangs and grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vipra listened in rapt attention and recited the verses with the others. The hall was resonating with the holy chanting creating a unique metaphysical experience for the audience. Vipra had found some peace after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Glossary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adi Sankara&lt;/strong&gt; - (Teacher, Philosopher) The founder of Advaita Hindu Philosophy and author of many hymns and scriptures including Bhaja Govindam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guruji &lt;/strong&gt;- Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gulmohar Tree: &lt;/strong&gt;Peacock Flower or Flame of the Forest Tree commonly found in India. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Poinciana"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Poinciana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padmasana - &lt;/strong&gt;A yoga pose in a legs folded squatting position on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-7853189318811079348?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/7853189318811079348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=7853189318811079348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/7853189318811079348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/7853189318811079348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/04/sthitha-prajna-part-3.html' title='The Sthitha-Prajna - Part 3'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-593418113056249606</id><published>2008-03-30T16:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:18:11.221+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Gairvani</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajappa&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Gairvani's father[Appa]&lt;/em&gt;) and &lt;strong&gt;Gairvani&lt;/strong&gt; have just returned from &lt;strong&gt;Riverdale&lt;/strong&gt; to Rajappa's ancestral home in &lt;strong&gt;Malgudi&lt;/strong&gt;,(Rajappa's hometown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rajappa standing besides the ancient loft in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; "Gairvaaaani"! Can you please come here a minute and help me hold this stool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gairvaani:&lt;/strong&gt; In a jiffy daddykins, just give me a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; Call me Appa(father) ok! And not daddykins! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gairvani:&lt;/strong&gt; Then you call me Vanessa and not Gairvaani, how about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't be ridiculous. Dont you know what your name means? "Gairvani" represents the "Sanskrit" Langugage which is one of the most ancient languages in the world and is supposed to be the language of the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gairvani:&lt;/strong&gt; Ya; But imagine what I had to put up in school. They shortened my name to Vani first, then "Vain" and they used to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vain Vain Go away&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day&lt;br /&gt;Little Arthur wants to play&lt;br /&gt;In the meadow by the hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel so ashamed to go to school. That's why I named myself Vanessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; Silly excuses! Where was your sense of humor? You should have just laughed your way through this.By the way who is this Arthur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Giggly gairvani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gairvani:&lt;/strong&gt; You really don't wanna know! He was big time courting me. I dated him a couple of times, but really not my type you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Annoyed at his ignorance of such situations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmph! Enough of unnecessary talk, let us get to business. Get into the loft and remember to wear your face mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garivani:&lt;/strong&gt; Yuck. Why is this loft so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course it will be dirty. It is so old. It used to be used for storing coconuts from the house. Every three months conconuts were plucked from the trees,counted and stacked here. It used to be infested with Rats.&lt;br /&gt;We used to joke about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us make some coconut rice&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! first we would have to kill the mice.&lt;br /&gt;Let us make some sweets for the mouse-trap&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! we would have to kills the ants, this is total crap.&lt;br /&gt;Let us get some gammexane&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!, This rhyme is turning me totally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gairvaani:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you just make that up? It was pathetic!By the way Appa, what is in that big chest at the back there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; That contains my father's old typewriter. You know he was a famous writer. He used to take great care of the typewriter. I think it should still be in working condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gairvani:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you get that down for me. I am quite fascinated by old gadgets. I can use it for preparing my term paper based on our India visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure! Here hold it carefully. Let me find the manual for you that will help you set it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gairvani:&lt;/strong&gt; Daddy! Do you think that I am that dumb? I should be able to figure it out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; Your wish is my command my dear whiz Kid! It is all yours now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gairvani:&lt;/strong&gt; Great! Leave me alone to do my work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok Ok ! Don't order me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Four hours later. Gairvani has been working on her report industriously.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; My darling daughter how is your report coming along! As my professor used to tell me you should do : constant consistent hard industrious meticulous work and not last minute work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gairvani:&lt;/strong&gt; You always underestimate me don't you! I am done with this report finally. If you could just tell me how to print this out I shall do that and mail this report to the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appa:&lt;/strong&gt; WHAAAT! (Breaks out into loud laughter)Let me pass the manual to you at least now. It would probably take you 5 minutes to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*(and to himself chuckling : And another four hours typing your entire report again with paper in the tray).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;[Inspired by an episode of "My Wife and Kids" on Star World) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Glossary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riverdale = A fictional town in Archies *(set in the US)&lt;br /&gt;Malgudi = A fictonal town in RK Narayan's novels (set in India)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-593418113056249606?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/593418113056249606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=593418113056249606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/593418113056249606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/593418113056249606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/03/gairvani.html' title='Gairvani'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-2334740553661328030</id><published>2008-03-21T10:06:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:43:37.906+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Insurance Thea-tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agent Smith&lt;/em&gt; is an insurance agent for &lt;em&gt;Neo Beyond Life Services Ltd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rocket Ramanujam &lt;/em&gt;is a Middle-Class Millionare Moron (sorry ;) Oxy-Moron) from Chennai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Smith:&lt;/strong&gt; Have you thought about your future sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocket Ramanujam:&lt;/strong&gt; Most definitely. Tommorow I am going out on a date with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Abirami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Smith:&lt;/strong&gt; Not just tommorow sir, the further future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocket Ramanujam:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes. I am meeting &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Albert&lt;/span&gt; my friend in Amsterdam in 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Smith:&lt;/strong&gt; I am talking long term Sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocket Ramanujam:&lt;/strong&gt; Long term I want to be a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pilot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Smith:&lt;/strong&gt; No kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocket Ramanujam:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sathyam&lt;/span&gt;"-aa solren baa! (Saying nothing but the truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Smith:&lt;/strong&gt; That is a very risky job sir. Jokes apart, life is like a "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Casino&lt;/span&gt;" Sir. You can win and lose money very quickly.So you should plan well ahead. Take my advise and dont have any "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ega&lt;/span&gt;" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocket Ramanujam: &lt;/strong&gt;I have "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Devi&lt;/span&gt;"'s blessings and I want to live in "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shanthi&lt;/span&gt;" (peace)in this "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Paradise&lt;/span&gt;" like world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Smith:&lt;/strong&gt; Life is a mystic "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mayajaal&lt;/span&gt;" (mirage / maze) and there could be testing times. Don't you want a "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grand&lt;/span&gt;" life for your future generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocket Ramanujam:&lt;/strong&gt; I belong to Generation Next. So I am already my future generation. Don't waste my time anymore. Were you born during the Autumnal Equ-"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inox&lt;/span&gt;" ? Your head seems to be as barren as the trees during fall. Go take a holiday in the cool "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Woodlands&lt;/span&gt;" listening to soothing "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Melody&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Smith:&lt;/strong&gt; Right ho!  But just before I leave I want you to have a look at this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Take it easy Policy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocket Ramanujam:  &lt;/strong&gt;What, are you selling Windows to Microsoft? I created that policy! Now buzz off or you will be terminated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;** - The ones in the Blue above are famous Cinema halls in Chennai. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-2334740553661328030?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2334740553661328030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=2334740553661328030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2334740553661328030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2334740553661328030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/03/insurance-thea-tricks.html' title='Insurance Thea-tricks'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-2383649024484009556</id><published>2008-03-15T18:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:22:53.745+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>A Fernvale Reverie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lying on my bed by the window sill&lt;br /&gt;I keep gazing at the moon&lt;br /&gt;And often wonder that it is not here i belong&lt;br /&gt;I need a place where time stands still !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I need to listen to that sparrow chirping&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk in the gardens and revel in the hibiscus blooms&lt;br /&gt;For I want to stop by the river and listen to the croaking frogs&lt;br /&gt;And spend hours throwing pebbles into the water&lt;br /&gt;Watching in child-like amazement at the ripples formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moon is so far away&lt;br /&gt;And so is my dream.&lt;br /&gt;But that will not stop me from dreaming&lt;br /&gt;There will be a day,&lt;br /&gt;Dear sparrow hold your song for me until then!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-2383649024484009556?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2383649024484009556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=2383649024484009556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2383649024484009556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2383649024484009556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/03/fernvale-reverie.html' title='A Fernvale Reverie'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-5074975291043228641</id><published>2008-03-09T10:38:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:44:48.401+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>The Sthitha Prajna - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Immersed in water,his mind was racing back to those imprinted memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was almost seven years ago. It was the Republic Day celebrations happening in National Engineering College, Panchavati. Vipra was a Senior Cadet in the NCC (National Cadet Corps) Panchavati division and he was leading the march past.He was clad in crisply ironed khakis, with shining metal boots that made a majestic resonating sound during the march past. All cadets wore big black belts with bronze metal links which were at their shining best, after all the &lt;em&gt;"Brasso"&lt;/em&gt; polishing. The &lt;em&gt;"Beret"&lt;/em&gt; on their heads with the bright red &lt;em&gt;"Pom-Poms" &lt;/em&gt;worn at a tilting 45 degrees added to the colors of the fest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The march past had ended with the contingent leading the College Principal to the flag hoisting. After the flag hoisting and the National Anthem, the college choir group started singing loudly, the National Flag Song: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jhanda Ooncha Rahen Hamara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the National Flag always fly high&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vijayi Vishwa Thiranga Pyaara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let Our beloved tricolor be universally victorious! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright face in the first row of stage captured Vipra's full attention. It was the first time Vipra saw &lt;em&gt;Sarojini&lt;/em&gt;. He was fascinated by the way she had held her head high up in the air, and singing with complete conviction. She was wearing a white Salwar with Green dupatta. Her hair was neatly braided and held together by Orange (saffron) ribbons. A sharp observer would also have noticed the blue ear drops and the blue Bindi on her forehead. In totality she seemed to symbolise the Indian National Flag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Following this there were a number of National integration dances performed by various groups and patriotic plays of the likes of "Lala Lajpat Rai", "Bhagat Singh" etc. Eventually the events came to and end and the distribution of sweets started. Vipra anxiously scanned the crowd looking for her. He spotted her at one of the booths distributing sweets to students of first year. He decided to join the queue which was really long, but well worth the effort for him. Several of his friends dropped by and mocked at him for queueing with the first years being a 3rd year student. He retorted back saying that as a Senior Cadet he had to mingle with the first years to recruit fresh cadets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Narrator's BGM: If I had to give a background music for this situation I would use the song from Guna :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paartha Vizhi Paartha Padi Poothu Irruka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His eyes bloomed like a flower and were affixed on her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaathirundha Kaatchi Ingu Kaana Kidaikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally after the long wait he could catch sight of her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When he finally got to the front of the queue all the sweets were over by then. Sarojini made a sad face and indicated the empty sweet box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vipra spoke to her: "You have made me wait so long and you can't send me back empty handed"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sarojini remarked :" Hello Officer Sir! if you were here for the sweets then why din't you go and stand in the queue of your own year, which was much shorter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vipra: The Indian National Flag at this booth seemed to be calling out to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Blushing a bit, but trying not to react)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sarojini: What nonsense! nobody called for anybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vipra: Let me give you another chance, you can buy me sweets at the college canteen tommorow evening 5 PM. How about that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sarojini: What me buying you sweets ! Why on earth would I do that? Do you even know my name? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vipra: Ok then I will buy you, and you can buy me the next time! And I know your name Sarojini; I looked up in the performers list. And I am "Vipra" pleased to meet you, though I guess you might already know mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sarojini: Wait a minute Big-headed officer!. I did not even ask for it. And how can you assume I will come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vipra: I know that the Indian Flag is compassionate and kind. It cannot refuse the requests of a humble citizen who adores the flag. Bye and see you tommorow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Be Continued....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glossary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beret :&lt;/strong&gt; A Military Cap &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pom-Pom:&lt;/strong&gt; A furry ball that is pinned on to the Beret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(NCC) National Cadet Corps :&lt;/strong&gt; An India Military Cadet Corps open to Youth. (school and college students)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brasso:&lt;/strong&gt; Polishing liquid for Brass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-5074975291043228641?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/5074975291043228641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=5074975291043228641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/5074975291043228641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/5074975291043228641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/03/sthitha-prajna-part-2.html' title='The Sthitha Prajna - Part 2'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-6289453413113723729</id><published>2008-02-29T23:38:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:45:35.762+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>The Sthitha-Prajna - A Short Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sparrow was chirping at his window. With great weariness &lt;em&gt;Vipra&lt;/em&gt; opened his eyes.That morning was especially cold. It was earlier than usual, or at least it felt like that for Vipra. He had had a disturbed sleep. He quickly checked his watch. It was 5.30 AM. Indeed the sparrow was earlier by half an hour that morning. He examined his watch with greater attention.It was a shiny gold HMT watch with an India flag engraved in the centre of the dial. It flooded him with memories. Deep emotions engulfed him. He attempted to regain composure by meditating and diverting attention. He was ashamed of himself and this was not appropriate of him. But yes with time he could overcome everything and every day he repeated this to himself. He made a mental note to change the watch that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He arose from his straw-mat and did his surya-namaskara. Guruji would begin his morning session in an hour's time. He walked towards the towards the river with his change clothes. The sky was still dark and the River Bhagirathi still was at its glistening silvery best. Vipra took a deep breath of the fresh morning air and paused for a moment to enjoy the soothing gurgling sound of flowing water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He tried to recall guruji's teachings of the previous day on &lt;strong&gt;"Sthitha-Prajna" Lakshanam&lt;/strong&gt;.(&lt;em&gt;Qualities of an Equanimous Mind&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yada' sam-harathe chayam&lt;br /&gt;Kurmo-ngaani-va sarvashah&lt;br /&gt;Indriyaani-ndriyaarthebhyah&lt;br /&gt;Tasya Prajna Prathishtithah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"When a person can withdraw his senses from worldly objects and desires just like the tortoise withdraws its limbs and head into it shell, his wisdom is firmly set and he achieves an equanimous mind. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing what he learnt everyday was proving to be an arduous task for him. "&lt;strong&gt;Vipra&lt;/strong&gt;" his name meant "&lt;em&gt;The Inspired One&lt;/em&gt;". It was hardly so now. He realised that he had to gather himself up soon from this rotten state. Reflecting on this he entered the water. It was freezing cold at that time. Deeply engrossed in thought he had hardly noticed the coldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stones thrown into water&lt;br /&gt;Sink fast and settle down at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;But the ripples on the surface last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ripples extend outward&lt;br /&gt;From the Point of disturbance&lt;br /&gt;But soon there would be no more ripples&lt;br /&gt;Just the stand still calm water once again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be continued ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Glossary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;River Bhagirathi - &lt;/strong&gt;Tributary of River Ganga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sthitha - Prajna Lakshanam &lt;/strong&gt;- Bhagavad Gita Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vipra - &lt;/strong&gt;Sanskrit name for "The Inspired One" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HMT&lt;/strong&gt; - Hindustan Machine Tools (old Indian watch brand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surya - Namaskara&lt;/strong&gt; - Tribute to the Sun God. A Form of Yoga Exercise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-6289453413113723729?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6289453413113723729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=6289453413113723729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/6289453413113723729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/6289453413113723729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/02/sthitha-prajna-short-story.html' title='The Sthitha-Prajna - A Short Story'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-2120797214850888575</id><published>2008-02-29T09:06:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:47:40.090+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Sublime Verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"We shall not cease from exploration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the end of all our exploring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will be to arrive where we started&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And know the place for the first time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There will be time to wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I dare, Do I dare?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to turn back and descend the stair...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I dare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disturb the universe? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------- Lines by T.S. Eliot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pookal Udhirum Saalai Vazhiye Pesi Selgiren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk talking to myself on roads sprinkled with flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marangal kooda nadapathu pole ninaithu kolgiren. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I console myself thinking that I am walking with the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These lines symbolize loneliness and solitude but in a positive way. It implies that even though one is cruising along in good times there is a need to share their happiness with others. (not just in times of sorrow and misery). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------------&lt;em&gt;Lines for title song Kadhalikka Neramillai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before us pass’d the door of Darkness through, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not one returns to tell us of the Road, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which to discover we must travel too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------------The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam - By Edward Fitzegrald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-2120797214850888575?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2120797214850888575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=2120797214850888575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2120797214850888575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2120797214850888575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/02/sublime-verse.html' title='Sublime Verse'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-3530342236806082769</id><published>2008-01-28T18:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:48:33.781+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Boat of Life - Quotes</title><content type='html'>Amazing lines from the first few chapters of the book "Three Men In a Boat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat, enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is not that I object to work; I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything has its drawbacks, as the man said when his mother-in-law died, and they came down upon him for funeral expenses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Up up and away in IX 661 to Chennai shortly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-3530342236806082769?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3530342236806082769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=3530342236806082769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3530342236806082769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3530342236806082769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/01/boat-of-life-quotes.html' title='Boat of Life - Quotes'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-5296725448565390055</id><published>2008-01-20T21:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:49:25.989+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Assorted Flavors</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Useless Funda No. 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Relationships and ropes are complements of each other. If the two ends of a rope are pulled too far apart, there is great tension and high chances that the rope might break.If the two entities in a relationship are too far apart, there is too much slack and high chances of a failed relationship.If the two ends of a rope are very close to each other there is too much slack and no harmonic vibrations. If the two entities of a relationship are too close to each other, there is very high tension and no harmony in the relationship. The key is the right distance, right space!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scott Adams Advise for Atheists (modified version)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In his books Scott adams postulates an interesting theory as to why atheists should reconsider their position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assume atheists believe that God does not exist with a 99.9999999999 % confidence level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Probability that Christianity is "THE TRUE" religion of the world = 1/6 (Set : Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Paganism, Hinduism and offshoots, Rest of religions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calculating expectations of atheists spending eternity in hell (since non-believers go to hell for eternity):&lt;br /&gt;1/6 * (1 - 99.9999999999%) * Eternity = Eternity = &lt;em&gt;Infinity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mathematically atheists are in a losing position. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;At work&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rapunzel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You know &lt;em&gt;"Adams Apple"&lt;/em&gt; is getting married on 07/07/07 (7/7/2007) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thumbelina&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah! Nice. It is the Jackpot day of this millenium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; It is quite funny isn't it. In gambling you spend money on the Slot machine. When you win a Jackpot 777 you get a hell a lot of more money. Whereas when you spend a lot of money and get married on a 777 date, you are eventually going to blow even more money.I would rather gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wendy: &lt;/strong&gt;You are so mean!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sulk sulk! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going out with Hulk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Red Riding Hood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Jokes apart, are you superstitious? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack on the Bean-Stalk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't believe in superstitions because I believe they bring bad luck to me ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinnochio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: You are a twisted man. Paradoxtor we should call you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-5296725448565390055?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/5296725448565390055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=5296725448565390055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/5296725448565390055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/5296725448565390055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/01/assorted-flavors.html' title='Assorted Flavors'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-8231120652631760097</id><published>2008-01-11T09:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:40:52.652+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Taking off to Jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Itz one of the  flight blogs again. Flying to Jakarta for the weekend today. Just had my breakfast at Kaveri in Terminal 2 Changi. "3 Mini onion and tomato Oothapams with Strong coffee". Impressive food, though a bit expensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everytime I fly Changi re-asserts itself as a "Kick-Ass" airport. They now have a High Definition Lounge with a number of HD-TVs showing different channels. It has a mammoth high definition tv screen (approx 4m X 3m). They also have provided couches to rest and enjoy. To add to this, each of the couches are fitted with personal speakers to listen to the audio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just adjoining this is the gaming area where one can play FIFA 2007 on XBox. Adjacent to this is the Free Internet area with "Panasonic Toughbook" laptops from where I am posting this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time to board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-8231120652631760097?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/8231120652631760097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=8231120652631760097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/8231120652631760097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/8231120652631760097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/01/taking-off-to-jakarta.html' title='Taking off to Jakarta'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-365881241232666987</id><published>2008-01-06T14:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:21:32.219+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Rain in my Room</title><content type='html'>Summers in Pilani are extremely and unbearably hot. It is pretty much dry and you don't sweat. Hence the heat really gets to your head. Post-lunch sessions and afternoon classes have considerably low attendance. The Redi&lt;em&gt;-Wallah's&lt;/em&gt; (Small mobile shops) make good profits in their sales of &lt;em&gt;"Shikhanjis"&lt;/em&gt; (Lemon Juice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hostels, people who had rooms on the ground floors were quite lucky and they didn't experience that much heat. But the students in the first floor, who had the terrace above their rooms, had to bear the extreme heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old stained fans in the rooms used to run 24x7 circulating hot air. But people did have ways of improving situations. There were people who sprinkled water and slept on the floor while it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have my own ways to cool off. I had a clothes line going across inside my room. I used to hang a porous wet dripping towel on it and tie it to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;The hot air from the fan used to pass through this curtain of wet cloth and be cooled before it reached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my luck, I got a really ancient good-for-nothing fan in my room. The poor fan too used to feel the heat too, and used to stop when it got over-heated. One could make nice omlettes or dosas if the fan had rotated upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;(you dont even have to spread the dough as they will automatically take shape due to the rotation of the fan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cope with this situation, I tried the "Sama" (Mild way) approach first.&lt;br /&gt;I registered a complaint with the hostel &lt;em&gt;chowki&lt;/em&gt; (watchman) to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;When it did not help I devised my own way to cool myself and the fan. When the fan used to stop, I had a bucket of water ready. I used to splash water on the ceiling fan with a mug. The fan would slowly start rotating again, and I would enjoy the sensation of &lt;em&gt;"Rain within my own room". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-365881241232666987?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/365881241232666987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=365881241232666987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/365881241232666987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/365881241232666987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain-in-my-room.html' title='Rain in my Room'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-3699877625643694585</id><published>2008-01-02T21:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:50:05.638+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Pouring my 'Art Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/R3u1rtpSxDI/AAAAAAAAARY/jr5ywOUkTnc/s1600-h/tarezameenpar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150910361420088370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/R3u1rtpSxDI/AAAAAAAAARY/jr5ywOUkTnc/s400/tarezameenpar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Taare Zameen Par &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Painted it the day after watching the movie. Hence the name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/R3uw5tpSw_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YvqvqImFf_s/s1600-h/rakthaakshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150905104380118002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/R3uw5tpSw_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YvqvqImFf_s/s320/rakthaakshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Raktha-akshi&lt;/em&gt; - Bloody Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-3699877625643694585?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3699877625643694585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=3699877625643694585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3699877625643694585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3699877625643694585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/01/pouring-my-art-out.html' title='Pouring my &apos;Art Out'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/R3u1rtpSxDI/AAAAAAAAARY/jr5ywOUkTnc/s72-c/tarezameenpar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-9006958145560829920</id><published>2008-01-02T20:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:08:33.098+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Rabbit Dreams</title><content type='html'>I seldom have dreams and am quite a deep sleeper. Last night however I had a weird dream which I have narrated below. This being the first dream of the year (probably after a long long time) definitely deserves a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;It was quite late in the night. Someone (I think my uncle) was trying to close the door of the loft. It did not close in spite of repeated trials.We decided that it must be a rat. (Don't ask me how.) A rat-trap adorned with some food item is summoned and placed in the gap between the wall and the loft-door.We hear the trap shutting almost immediately, and a big squeal. When we open the door, we see a huge grey - rabbit stuck in the trap with half its body outside the trap.The rabbit resembles a huge rat or a bandicoot (grey fur color)and is quite ugly. I have never seen a rabbit of such size and color in real life. Hiding behind the rear of the huge rabbit is its small frightened child.We planned to get rid of the rabbits from the house. I suggested quite rashly that we just throw the rabbits down from the balcony.This is immediately executed. Later I get this huge pang of guilt and am quite concerned about the child rabbit. I stare at the dark expanse below. The rabbits seem to have disappeared into thin air.I have a sleepless night in my dream, with a prolonged sense of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There my dream ended as I woke up to drink some water and made a mental note to follow up on this later. I subsequently did some research on Rabbits in dreams this morning. Apparently they appearing in your dreams are meant to signify something.(source:&lt;a href="http://www.dierinbeeld.nl/animal_files/mammals/rabbit/index.html"&gt;http://www.dierinbeeld.nl/animal_files/mammals/rabbit/index.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rabbits in dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rabbits in dreams can be symbols of luck, quickness, fertility or pregnancy. Fertility can, in dreams, also be seen as personal growth. Some say that to dream of a rabbit means you will experience faithfulness in love and a great friendship, or good business ventures. Rabbits can also symbolize the dreamer's lack of consciousness orawareness. Seeing a rabbit in your dream may signify that you sometimesreact too quickly to life's situations. More thought and planning may be needed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. tried interepreting the above with respect to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luck&lt;/em&gt; (maybe itz time after all to buy that one winning toto ticket meant for me at Singapore Pools)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quickness (N.A.):&lt;/em&gt;  Interesting that a Hare (rabbit all the same) should signify quickness when it lost the race to the tortoise. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fertility or Pregnancy (reserved for later use ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sort of agree with the last part with respect to reacting quickly to life's situations. I had been thinking all this while that reacting quickly would be a positive thing. But sometimes taking such rash and hasty decisions as throwing rabbits out of balconies in the middle of the night, could give you sleepless nights. Hence more thought and planning is definitely required.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways Happy New Year to All and blogging days are back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-9006958145560829920?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/9006958145560829920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=9006958145560829920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/9006958145560829920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/9006958145560829920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2008/01/rabbit-dreams.html' title='Rabbit Dreams'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-3935434163951909205</id><published>2007-06-16T12:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:00:17.780+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>An Awaited Moment - The Rajni Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YAY! Going to see today one of the most awaited movies of this year! &lt;em&gt;"Shivaji-The Boss"&lt;/em&gt; . This is supposedly one of Rajnikanth's best movies ever and the costliest movie : costing around 60 Crore Indian Rs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rajni movies always bring back really nice childhood memories. I watched &lt;em&gt;"Pannakaran"&lt;/em&gt; in Nagesh theatre TNagar with a big gang of family and cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then watched "Dhalapadhi" in a preview (special screening) , with my dad (my sis was an infant (3-4 months) then, so mom and she stayed back). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We watched "Arunachalam" while touring Chidambaram and Pichavaram. "Aandavan Solraan Arunachalam Mudikaran &lt;em&gt;("God Proposes and Arunachalam Finishes")&lt;/em&gt;, was the major talk in school and was used to in all our conversations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Watched "Baasha" with my cousin in Jawaharnagar Chennai (both the movie and the place are quite close to my heart). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Was really lucky to catch &lt;em&gt;"Padayappa"&lt;/em&gt; in Ooty (Udhagamandalam).It was just after my Standard XII board exams and a series of entrance exams and was one hell of a break for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the following lines from Rajni's one of the best movies ever "Annamalai":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vetri Nitchayam Idhu Vedha Sathiyam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victory is Certain , and that is an eternal Vow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;koLgai velvadhae, naan koNda latchiyam &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attaining my goals is my mission in life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;imayamalai agaamal enadhu uyir pOgaadhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wont perish until I become tantamount to the Himalayas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sooriyan thoongalaam enadhu vizhi thoongaadhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sun may take rest, but my eyes wont rest &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vaervai mazhai sindhaamal vetri malar thoovaadhu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without toiling, the garland of success doesnt come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ellaiyai thodum varai enadhu kattai vaegaadhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall strive until I reach my limit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-3935434163951909205?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3935434163951909205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=3935434163951909205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3935434163951909205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3935434163951909205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/06/awaited-moment-rajni-story.html' title='An Awaited Moment - The Rajni Story'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-991135857856647935</id><published>2007-05-05T16:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:01:22.941+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>C-Racy Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whistle blew at exactly 6 PM. It was like watching a spoilt video tape on VCR with the whole frame of my vision bouncing up and down. All I could see was bobbing heads in front of me. Soon it was my time to bounce and transfer the energy to particles (people) behind me. We got moving at a pretty good pace. The 5.6 Km Coporate run had begun. All of us were adorned in colorful company T-Shirts, colors of most of which cannot be worn on normal days (bright yellow, bright blue, bright red = All Typical Ramarajan Colors &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramarajan"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramarajan&lt;/a&gt;. What did you think Ramarajan is on the Wiki too! :D ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the people who conduct the marathons should make it a mandatory rule that all runners should wear T-shirts with sleeves. Come on, people run so close to each other in these races that it really gets smelly at times (urrgh!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So coming back to the race,the most challenging part was overtaking the people in front of you. Unlike cars you cant honk, wave or show hand gestures to overtake. The best way that worked for me was to go threateningly close to the person whom you want to overtake, taking care that you dont stamp on their feet and then maybe do a strech or an excercise on the go. Sneezing or coughing could also work in case the person is not on his head phones. Soon he/she will acknowledge your eagerness and let you pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to some decent training and some really hot women in front of me (define hot as: women who were hot from running) I was able to complete the race in satisfactory time. I shall hold on to 32:27 (min,sec) for sometime :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-991135857856647935?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/991135857856647935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=991135857856647935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/991135857856647935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/991135857856647935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/05/c-racy-talk.html' title='C-Racy Talk'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-3066719351313659922</id><published>2007-03-24T02:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:00:54.186+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>5 A.M in the morning, waste of time, waste of sleep, waste of money ....:(&lt;br /&gt;India out of the World Cup, what a disgrace. Maybe itz time to bury cricket for sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-3066719351313659922?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3066719351313659922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=3066719351313659922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3066719351313659922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/3066719351313659922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/03/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-732584979997719840</id><published>2007-03-18T20:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:02:46.626+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Art Dabble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/Rf1awTIw8KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lD1SaalyiL4/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043286943542079650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/Rf1awTIw8KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lD1SaalyiL4/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A vase or a pot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/Rf1awjIw8LI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NyakuR1QKzE/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043286947837046962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/Rf1awjIw8LI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NyakuR1QKzE/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bhagat Singh? or someone like him &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/Rf1aaDIw8JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pg0914gSQtk/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043286561289990290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/Rf1aaDIw8JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pg0914gSQtk/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-732584979997719840?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/732584979997719840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=732584979997719840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/732584979997719840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/732584979997719840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/03/art-dabble.html' title='Art Dabble'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/Rf1awTIw8KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lD1SaalyiL4/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-7869711771450260627</id><published>2007-02-20T09:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:02:53.225+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Seigniorage Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Seigniorage is the mechanism of raising funds by printing of currency for Government spending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For e.g. if the Reserve Bank of India mints 1 Crore - 5 Rs currency notes (i.e. 5 Crore Rs. worth) and assume the cost of manufacturing each note is 1Rs. So the Reserve Bank raises &lt;strong&gt;4 Crore Rs&lt;/strong&gt; in this Seigniorage process. This money can be used for all Government Fiscal spending. The catch here, what is the effect of unregulated Seigniorage? Can the government just keep on minting notes to counter the fiscal deficit and to fund government related spending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You may recall from Indian History one of the blunders commited by Mohammad Bin Tughlaq! He was extremely interested in Coinage and minted numerous Brass and Copper coins. Being commonly available metals, every house in India started minting their own coins (i.e forged coins). The supply of currency increased so much that it threatened economic collapse through increased inflation. The Sultan had to buy back all the currency from the public (including the forged ones) by paying in bullion/gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Therefore the main consequence of expansion of money supply is &lt;strong&gt;Inflation. &lt;/strong&gt;Inflation as we know means that all our money deposits and funds that we possess become lesser in value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thus we can see the need for controlling monetary expansion and ensuring the value of currency. This regulation is done by Central banks and regulatory bodies such as Reserve Bank of India and MAS (Monetary Authority of Singapore) etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Wow economics is damn interesting aint it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-7869711771450260627?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/7869711771450260627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=7869711771450260627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/7869711771450260627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/7869711771450260627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/02/seigniorage-explained.html' title='Seigniorage Explained'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-2645696084120644034</id><published>2007-02-18T17:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:02:28.996+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Faith and Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wellingtongrey.net/miscellanea/archive/2007-01-15%20--%20science%20vs%20faith.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wellingtongrey.net/miscellanea/archive/2007-01-15%20--%20science%20vs%20faith.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wellingtongrey.net/miscellanea/archive/2007-01-15%20--%20science%20vs%20faith.png"&gt;http://www.wellingtongrey.net/miscellanea/archive/2007-01-15%20--%20science%20vs%20faith.png&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-2645696084120644034?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2645696084120644034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=2645696084120644034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2645696084120644034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2645696084120644034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/02/faith-and-science.html' title='Faith and Science'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-736050164973780849</id><published>2007-02-15T19:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:02:01.553+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>You wake up in the morning and something seems wrong and you know it is your bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have run out of toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;The water inlet pipe breaks leaking water all over.&lt;br /&gt;The coffee boils over making a mess of your stove.&lt;br /&gt;There is a button missing in the shirt you had pressed with care.&lt;br /&gt;You rush to the bus stop to realise that you missed the bus and next one is 30 min later.&lt;br /&gt;You hurry to office in a cab hoping that no one noticed that you are late.&lt;br /&gt;You realise your whole team is awaiting your arrival to solve some critical problem.&lt;br /&gt;Your inbox is full of mails with critical status that have to be replied to.&lt;br /&gt;You are served burnt and yucky tasting food at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;With severe headache you have to attend a really long and boring afternoon meeting.&lt;br /&gt;You sweat it out to get the applications running on the server and realise that someone has pulled the plug off!&lt;br /&gt;Just when you are about to leave someone requests you to solve a problem for him.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after braving all these you go home And you thank god that the day is over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thatz the best time to hear the following song by Daniel Powter titled "Bad Day".&lt;br /&gt;It is like rubbing salt on your wounds, yet it is damn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to gray&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee you go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces every time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you need a blue sky holiday?&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day(Oooh.. a holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm not wrong(yeah...) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't knowYou tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-736050164973780849?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/736050164973780849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=736050164973780849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/736050164973780849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/736050164973780849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-274339836856887925</id><published>2007-02-11T10:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:59:45.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Life 70 mm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Akayla (1991)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dil To Paagal Hai (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unnal Mudiyum Thambi [you can do it brother!] (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talaash (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Koi Mil Gaya (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tum Se Milke (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kyun? Ho Gaya Naa (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jillendru Oru Kaadhal [A cool Love] (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MujhSe Shaadi Karoge (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shaadi Se Pehle (2006) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vivaah (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shaadi Karke Phas Gaya Yaar (2004)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-274339836856887925?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/274339836856887925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=274339836856887925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/274339836856887925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/274339836856887925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-70-mm.html' title='Life 70 mm'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-4212347814953059787</id><published>2007-02-09T08:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:03:19.829+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Snapshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Books of the Month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Five Little Pigs - Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;Four Clocks - Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;Warren Buffet Illustrated Cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs of the Month:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad : Jenifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;Would You: (Touch and go)&lt;touch&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chup Gaya - Hum Aap Ke Dil Mein Rehte Hain&lt;br /&gt;Dole Dole - Pokiri (Telugu)&lt;br /&gt;New York Nagaram - SOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faces of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoushka - from movie Rendu in Tamil&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous face that I saw in Jurong East MRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stock Picks of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNN - IBN&lt;br /&gt;Mindtree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discussions of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Estate Investments&lt;br /&gt;Mutual Funds Investments&lt;br /&gt;Ethical issues regarding ppl who have been thru break ups and past commitments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Targets of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy as much as possible :)&lt;br /&gt;Target 2 more kilos loss&lt;br /&gt;Trek up Mt. Guilin&lt;br /&gt;Jog around Bukit Batok Nature Reserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV Programs of the Month:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;Fashion House (just saw one episode, itz hot)&lt;br /&gt;Jodi No 1&lt;br /&gt;Kalakka Povathu yaaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies of the Month:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None Till now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-4212347814953059787?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4212347814953059787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=4212347814953059787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/4212347814953059787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/4212347814953059787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/02/snapshot.html' title='Snapshot'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-2431897109983138817</id><published>2007-01-16T19:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:46:38.906+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Biting Philosophy - Thathuvam Solren Kettuko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had recently gone to these comedy dramas in Chennai. One of them was titled "Thandramukhi" by Y.Gee Mahendran's troupe. It was one laughing riot. The following are excerpts from the drama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thathuvan Solren Kettuko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ticket Vaangi Ulla Ponaa adhu Cinema Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Ulla Poi Ticket Vanginaaa adhu Operation Theatre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Daily Calendar'la thedhi (date) kizhikkarom, adhu namakku theriyum&lt;br /&gt;Anaaa andha thedhi-laa naama ennaa kizhikarom-nu andha calendar-ku theriyumaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kaasu irundha Call-Taxi. Kaasu illena Kaale Taxi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a latest addition damn good:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bus un mela aerunaalum nee bus-la aerunaalum ticket edukka poradhu nee thaan. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-2431897109983138817?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2431897109983138817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=2431897109983138817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2431897109983138817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/2431897109983138817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/01/biting-philosophy-thathuvam-solren.html' title='Biting Philosophy - Thathuvam Solren Kettuko'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-1191429040738602694</id><published>2007-01-06T09:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:50:58.765+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Kolkata Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had really fond childhood memories of Kolkata. I again visited Kolkata this December 2006 after a gap of around 14 years. Though I dint see any major changes / developments compared to high growth cities like Bangalore, Hyderabad and Chennai I was still glad that Kolkata has maintained its unique cultural flavor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KOLKATALOGY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Radha Pallavi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Radha = Poori like Kachoris with Pallavi = Aloo Dum like Subzi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singhada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~ equivalent of a Samosa but not quite the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misthi Doi (Dahi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Sweet Curd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puchka / Fuchka &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~ Paani Poori)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosho-gulla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rasagullas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mouchak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A Sweet and Savories Shop in Gol Park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Park Street &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( A famous street in Kolkata with lots of restaurants and brightly lit)&lt;br /&gt;~ MG Road in Bangalore, Orchard Road in Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(a famous Restaurant on Park Street)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bhalo Aa-chi ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Doing good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teek Aache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Am good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ami Thumi-ko Bhalo Baashi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you very much (~ I Love U) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-1191429040738602694?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1191429040738602694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=1191429040738602694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/1191429040738602694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/1191429040738602694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2007/01/kolkata-experience.html' title='The Kolkata Experience'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-231640599193514842</id><published>2006-12-22T16:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:03:44.259+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Air Post</title><content type='html'>It has quite become a tradition for me to blog from the airport before boarding the flight. Going home after a year! Have been really looking forward to this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This probably would be one of the last posts in this year. I am quite satisified with myself (for once) with the way it has turned out. Achieved some personal targets, travelled around a bit, made some decisions, postponed some decisions and overall had decent fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Merry Christmas All!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-231640599193514842?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/231640599193514842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=231640599193514842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/231640599193514842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/231640599193514842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/12/air-post.html' title='Air Post'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-4401814676884970692</id><published>2006-12-19T09:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:04:05.727+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>AR Rahman At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-4401814676884970692?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4401814676884970692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=4401814676884970692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/4401814676884970692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/4401814676884970692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/12/ar-rahman-at-work.html' title='AR Rahman At Work'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-378024539978105731</id><published>2006-12-13T09:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:52:15.364+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Down the Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been three years since I have been blogging now. I must say the Bangalore experience was very inspirational. Below are some of the blogs that I had written while at Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE BY THE PIZZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Women are the primary source of inspiration and catalysts for Poets and the following is an outcome of such an inspiration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;em&gt; Saw a face&lt;br /&gt;I Saw a face&lt;br /&gt;She left a mark&lt;br /&gt;which I cant erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in a brigthly lit corner in Pizza hut&lt;br /&gt;That my eyes fell upon an angel so white&lt;br /&gt;But not to have noticed her for long I really must be a nut&lt;br /&gt;She was really so beautiful and a Wonderful "Sight"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to make eye contact,&lt;br /&gt;But she had enough people around her to distract,&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was time and I had to leave&lt;br /&gt;And now I had enough reasons to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;With so much unsaid I still had to part.&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure I will meet her again&lt;br /&gt;My time will come and I have everything to gain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a face&lt;br /&gt;I saw a face&lt;br /&gt;She left a mark&lt;br /&gt;which I cant erase!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: A Recent face that I liked (Bhavna from Veyil). Pluses were the the vibhuthi, jimiki and the overall simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/RYQHLUCQidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/48pRkuJRL1s/s1600-h/bhavana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009136576480971218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/RYQHLUCQidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/48pRkuJRL1s/s320/bhavana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE GOT MAIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I got so bored writing these usual dull e-mails that I thought I indite something more lively and it was quite a good experience for me. So here is the outcome of my writing effort.&lt;br /&gt;TO: FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;FROM: ME&lt;br /&gt;MESSAGE:START&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey guys I am very much sorry for my previous mail,&lt;br /&gt;I owe you all an apology without fail.&lt;br /&gt;It was out of sheer boredom,&lt;br /&gt;that I began my quest for poetic wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing good verse is really hard,&lt;br /&gt;and it is not easy to become a poet or a bard.&lt;br /&gt;I know my verse lacks coherence and continuity&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to writing poems I am nothing but a 1 by infinity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys must be really busy with "heaps" of work,&lt;br /&gt;or "Stacks" of Tasks or "Queues" of chores&lt;br /&gt;But take this "Pointer" of a humble fool,&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy, relax and cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that the last bit was really pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;So there is no need to get very much emphatic!&lt;br /&gt;I would like to sign off now&lt;br /&gt;but before that I do vow&lt;br /&gt;That if I do find little leisure time&lt;br /&gt;I will hit your inboxes with some more rhyme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESSAGE:ENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-378024539978105731?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/378024539978105731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=378024539978105731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/378024539978105731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/378024539978105731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/12/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down the Memory Lane'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZdiJBVtnHqE/RYQHLUCQidI/AAAAAAAAAAM/48pRkuJRL1s/s72-c/bhavana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-826952966345236142</id><published>2006-12-01T08:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:06:29.808+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Lines to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Blistering Barnacles and a Thousand Thundering Thyphoons!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain Haddock - Tintin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I have the Power" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He Man and The Masters of the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Duh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moose Mason - Archie Comics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Whoops daisies!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Thacker (Hugh Grant) in the movie Notting Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Drink and the devil be done for the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirates Song - Treasure Island (R.L. Stevenson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bollocks Bollocks Bollocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Walker (Sarah Alexander) - Coupling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yada Yada Yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seinfeld (&lt;a href="http://www.seinfeldscripts.com/TheYadaYada.htm"&gt;http://www.seinfeldscripts.com/TheYadaYada.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I yam what I yam, and that's all I yam,"&lt;br /&gt;Hu-ga-ga-ga-ga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Popeye the Sailor Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to the following two SUPERHEROES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6062/842/1600/323746/jughead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6062/842/320/50598/jughead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Guy is amazing cos' he is witty, with an awesome attitude and eats a lot and still manages to stay really fit. (He must be working out secretly ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6062/842/1600/463961/popeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6062/842/320/906665/popeye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy is a real hero. Awesome fore-arms, an upright person, powerful and humorous. I am yet to discover the equivalent of spinach in my life :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-826952966345236142?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/826952966345236142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=826952966345236142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/826952966345236142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/826952966345236142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/12/lines-to-remember.html' title='Lines to Remember'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-116298428254210436</id><published>2006-11-08T16:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:29:22.407+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Curiosity Fills the Board - Box Office Hit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is no denying that People are curious. They are curious about their environment, about other's lives etc etc. Curious people need to be fed constantly with intriguing thoughts and things to keep them satisfied and I am more than ready to oblige to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cubicle in office is situated right next to the pantry. All those curious people who pass my cubicle while on their way to the pantry can't help but stare into my cubicle and at my white board because their curiosity tells them to do so. Poor souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as my duty I have to feed them interesting things to ponder about. So what we(me and my colleague) did to my discussion white board was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote some random (bull-shit) equations (and made sure that we covered most symbols like double differentials, Cyclic Integrals, Limits) and made a derivation which resulted in a mathematical percentage value. Here comes the most important line, we wrote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SUCCESS"&lt;/span&gt; in the last line implying we achieved something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to this soup we drew some random graphs to resemble some break even analysis combined with some complex efficiency index. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snapshot of our board:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6062/842/1600/241031/DSC00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6062/842/320/456731/DSC00059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just left these on the board for around 2 days to judge the response. We had released our&lt;br /&gt;First movie and we did not know how it had  fared in the box-office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, I am in the pantry and one person comes to me and says, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"wow so many equations  and formulas on your board, what is up?"&lt;/span&gt; (really curious)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  casually shrug my shoulders and reply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"oh that was nothing, some really simple stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that we were discussing the other day" !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He is totally baffled and I left him alone to think about it!!! :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now showing: Mash You Up (The Master MashUp )&lt;br /&gt;Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6062/842/1600/520507/DSC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6062/842/320/41804/DSC00061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-116298428254210436?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/116298428254210436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=116298428254210436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116298428254210436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116298428254210436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/11/curiosity-fills-board-box-office-hit.html' title='Curiosity Fills the Board - Box Office Hit'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-116282765882405687</id><published>2006-11-06T21:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:04:41.350+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Chennai 600028</title><content type='html'>Hot news! Finally they are taking a movie titled (or based) on my home locality Raja Annamalaipuram ("enga area") called &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Chennai 600028".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.movies.yahoo.com/060918/125/67on1.html"&gt;http://in.movies.yahoo.com/060918/125/67on1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The weird thing here is that it is being shot in Bangkok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they do show some parts of RA Puram. Have to WAIT N SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-116282765882405687?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/116282765882405687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=116282765882405687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116282765882405687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116282765882405687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/11/chennai-600028.html' title='Chennai 600028'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-116258008372703680</id><published>2006-11-04T00:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:52:47.270+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>The Chennai December Music Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Characters: Sambhu, Uncle (Mama), Aunty(Mami)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sambhu: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nethikki OS Thyagarajan kutchery poi irundhele eppidi maama irundhudhu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you had been to OS Thyagarajan's kutchery (concert). How was it uncle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one aam class daa. suda suda mollaga bajji ennama irundhudhu theriyumo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First class daa! The Mollaga Bajji (Chilly Pakora) was excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sambhu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enna maama solrel, kutchery epdi irundhudhu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you telling uncle, I asked about the concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unnaku vishiyam theriyumo un friend Baskar irrukanono, oru ponnoda vandhurundhaanda!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, your friend Baskar had come with a dame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sambhu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;avan girl friend aa irrukum maama, namakku edhukku oor vambu, seri innum kutchery-epdi irundhudhunnu sollave illiye?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been his girl friend uncle. Why poke our nose into other's matters. You have still not told me about the concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adhellam enakku theriyadhu daaa maami-ya kaelu daa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These trifle matters I dont know, you can ask aunty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sambhu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seri maami neengalavadhu sollungo kutchery epdi irundhudhu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Aunty, at least you tell me how the kutchery was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutchery aa adhu kadakkaradhu. indha pakathaathu pankajam irrukaalono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thadha-ri-naa-naa-tha-aa-aa-na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humming a raga in an out of tune baritone voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty:&lt;/strong&gt; (Enraged at the interruption)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yenna setha summa irrukelaa, mukiyamana vishiyam pesidirrukeno illiyo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enna abaswaram paa. Suttu pottaalum ungalukku paatu varadhu,. ennatha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pathu varsham paatu kathundelo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle: (teriffied and embarassed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri di nee sonna seri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sambhu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enna maami ungaathula Madurai Strongaaa ! Seri sollungo , Pankajam maami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm cutchery kku pankajam enna altoppu theriyumaaa, pattu podavai enna, jarigai enna, necklace enna. Achacho sahikkala! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sambhu: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seri maami idhukkum kutcherykkum enna sambandham?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle: (Back to his singing now but in a lower tone)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa-Dha-Ma-Ga-Tha-Ma-Dha-Ma (Saadham Aaga Thaamadhama)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any delay in cooking the rice? (Question asked in a musical notation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enna thirumbi munumunuppu! Periya Kamal Haasannnu nenaippu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ungallukku innum oru mani neram kazhinju dhan saapadu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sambhu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seri naan kelambaren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally a disappointed Sambu returns home with no information on the actual concert!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-116258008372703680?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/116258008372703680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=116258008372703680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116258008372703680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116258008372703680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/11/chennai-december-music-season.html' title='The Chennai December Music Season'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-116159704595791309</id><published>2006-10-23T15:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:53:17.394+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>RUDE AND RUDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;KEY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[]] - The text within the brackets are "Captain-Subtext"'s opinions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Murdoch#Captain_Subtext)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ENCOUNTER WITH RUDE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Rude is an old lady. The conversation happens in a flight or in some transit place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RUDE:&lt;/span&gt; Hello, hi I am rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Hi, I am Me, nice meeting you. So you live in singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RUDE:&lt;/span&gt; No, No I live in Chennai. My son lives there. I visit him regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; So you like Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RUDE:&lt;/span&gt; It is OK. We are used to bigger places and more space. My son is getting adjusted. You know he was in Ammerikka before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Oh nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[[I am grateful for this wonderful piece of information so that I can improve my GK.]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUDE:&lt;/span&gt; Everything is so big there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Oh is it?&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[[like what ;)]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUDE:&lt;/span&gt; So what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; I am studying Masters in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUDE:&lt;/span&gt; ok. You dint apply for Universities in Ammerikka? You know my son did his MS from XXX University. My son says American universities are much better than the ones in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; oh ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[[?? No comments. Sometimes the truth is bitter, but if you are chewing candy everything tastes sweet :D ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ENCOUNTER WITH RUDER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ruder is a man around 35-40 years old and the conversation happens on the Bus enroute to office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RUDER:&lt;/span&gt; Hi I am ruder. I have seen you in this bus quite often. Do you take this bus regularly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Hi I am Me. So you live in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;:D sorry went into cruise-control mode. Here is the altered response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Hi Am Me. Yeah I do take this bus quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RUDER:&lt;/span&gt; So you work in "Low BP" Business park also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RUDER:&lt;/span&gt; Which company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; You have heard of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Interesting Sea Inc. (ISI)"&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RUDER:&lt;/span&gt; Oh "ISI" is it that old company that used to make those tools. Oh is it still around? I thought it went down in some financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; no it is very much around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[[dude am I working in some ghost company]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RUDER:&lt;/span&gt; You know I used to use those tools and products long back. It was OK. But you know &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"MacroHard&lt;/span&gt;" company came up with much better tools. I preferred using MarcoHard's tools to ISI tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[[GRRRRRRRr..... who asked your preference man. BUZZ OFF]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUDER: So does ISI Inc. pay well? May I please know your salary, If you dont mind pleeeeez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; duh! what? hmmm generally the Tech sector salary ranges are like (a+b) whole-squared IS-EQUAL TO a-SQUARED plus TWO-a-b plus B-squared . BLAH BLAH BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[[This is my revenge. Let me confuse him as much as possible :)]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Ruder's disappointed at not knowing my salary and is confused with too many details which make absolutely no sense. But I was atleast successful in picking his interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RUDER:&lt;/span&gt; I ONLY simbly asked NO. I dint know there were so many intricate things involved..&lt;br /&gt;You know I work for "Unnecessary-Information Systems". Itz turn-over is Infinity, Market capitalization 1 Trillion, with an excellent p/e ratio and a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;growth Rate of "C" (SPEED OF LIGHT) &lt;/span&gt;and excellent compensation and benefits AND ALSO ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to sit on a nice brand new pink color chair AND ALSO they serve nice "Aunty" Chips AND ALSO they serve Monkey brand biscuits in office. AND ALSO We get to work on&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; cutting edge technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Thatz good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[[Cutting edge it seems. So MR AND-ALSO is your "the-place-where-you-sit" bleeding?]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RUDER:&lt;/span&gt; So I was just wondering you know. Basically I am proficient in ([A-Za-z0-9])* (Regular expressions for all possible acronyms) and I am BASICALLY very flexible and also very versatile and basically have very good communications skills also NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we know each other so well now, I would be extremely happy if you can forward my Resume for job openings in your Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Thatz great.Yeah sure no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[Happy Indeed. So Mr. AND-ALSO-BASICALLY-NO what happened to your Macrohard Preferences and Cutting Edge experiences.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-116159704595791309?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/116159704595791309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=116159704595791309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116159704595791309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116159704595791309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/10/rude-and-ruder.html' title='RUDE AND RUDER'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-116148791216831716</id><published>2006-10-22T08:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:05:58.560+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>HAPPY DEEPAVALI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/4_LAMPS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/4_LAMPS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/3_LAMPS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/3_LAMPS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/TWO_LAMPS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/TWO_LAMPS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/ONE_LAMP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/ONE_LAMP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-116148791216831716?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/116148791216831716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=116148791216831716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116148791216831716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116148791216831716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-deepavali.html' title='HAPPY DEEPAVALI'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-116079565589210807</id><published>2006-10-14T08:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:06:26.374+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts - Random Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/reflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/replica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/replica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/leaf_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/leaf_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-116079565589210807?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/116079565589210807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=116079565589210807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116079565589210807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/116079565589210807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-thoughts-random-shots.html' title='Random Thoughts - Random Shots'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-115989145953549035</id><published>2006-10-03T21:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:04:20.232+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Yours Royally</title><content type='html'>I just happened happened to come across this photographic novel called "Maharajas of India". It has some really rare and wonderful photos of the indian royalty and some interesting facts and stories about them. I have included some of the good ones below :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1. Maharajah of Patiala Hails (rather judges) Hitler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the time when Hitler was becoming popular and famous for his totalitarian and fascist dictatorship. The Maharajah of Patiala had this itching to visit Germany and travel around. So he wrote to the Indian Government (the then ruling authorities though it was under the British):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"There is also that rising Dictator, Herr Hitler, and it would afford me so much pleasure to see him and judge him on his merits or otherwise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Hilarious!!! A visit just to judge Hitler on his merits :D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maharajah then finally visited Berlin and had a meeting with Hitler that lasted 30 minutes. After all this pain you know what the Maharajah first spoke to Hitler ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began telling Hitler how much he had to pay extraordinarily for the Medical fees in Germany earlier!! Hitler did not even respond to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2. Bahadur Shah Zafar - The Shaayar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We all know that Bahadur Shah Zafar was the last of the Mughal rulers. He was imprisoned at the age of 80 and his sons were killed, for being a part of the Great Indian Sepoy mutiny of 1857. He had also another side to him. He was a great poet and below is one of the verses he wrote when he was in the midst of all this misery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Tempest of Misfortune has overwhelmed me&lt;br /&gt;It has scattered my glory to the winds&lt;br /&gt;And dispersed my throne in the Air&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bahadur Shah Zafar was exiled in Rangoon which is where he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The following was the verse written by him as his epitaph (translated in english):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My heart is not happy in this despoiled land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Who has ever felt fulfilled in this transient world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tell these emotions to go dwell elsewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Where is there space for them in this bismirched (bloodied) heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I had requested for a long life a life of four days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Two passed by in pining, and two in waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;How unlucky is Zafar! For burial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Even two yards of land were not to be had, in the land (of the) beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3. Washing Hands Washes Away the Throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a royal gathering in the year 1911, the Maharajah Jai Singh of Alwar chanced upon Queen Mary and King George V. As was the formality Jai Singh shook hands with the King and then with the Queen. It was considered a sin in those days for an Indian King to shake hands with a stranger woman and hence to purify his hands he washed himself with Ganges water later.&lt;br /&gt;The English Royalty came to know about this somehow (:D) and this indiscretion cost him quite a lot and he was forced to step down by the British Queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-115989145953549035?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/115989145953549035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=115989145953549035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115989145953549035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115989145953549035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/10/yours-royally.html' title='Yours Royally'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-115986668306657533</id><published>2006-10-03T14:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:15:02.731+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>Profound - Gems from the Gita</title><content type='html'>Indriyanam Hi Charatham&lt;br /&gt;Yat manah anuvidhyathe&lt;br /&gt;tad asya harati prajnam&lt;br /&gt;vaayur navam ivambhasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a strong wind sweeps away a boat on the water, even one of the roaming senses on which the mind focuses can carry away a man's intelligence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogasthah Kuru Karmani&lt;br /&gt;Sangam thyak-thva Dhananjaya&lt;br /&gt;Siddhi - Asidhyoh Samoh Bhoothva&lt;br /&gt;Samathvam Yoga uchyathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perform your duty equipoised, O Arjuna, abandoning all attachment to success or failure. Such equanimity is called yoga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-115986668306657533?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/115986668306657533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=115986668306657533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115986668306657533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115986668306657533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/10/profound-gems-from-gita.html' title='Profound - Gems from the Gita'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-115927396419229714</id><published>2006-09-26T17:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:58:17.672+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><title type='text'>280 S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oru azhagana ponnu irundha&lt;br /&gt;Adha-vida oru Azhagaana paiyan irundhan&lt;br /&gt;Avanga oru naal sandhichaanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innutu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avalukku tamizhe varla di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;He: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avanukku avala pudichudhu&lt;br /&gt;Anaa sollala&lt;br /&gt;Yennu Therla&lt;br /&gt;Andha ponnu pesuva pesuva pesi-kitte irrupa&lt;br /&gt;Anaaa adhan avanukku pudicha raagam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avan Thannodu ulagathaiye avaloda periya periya kan-la paathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avalodu kai-ezhuthu kirukkal&lt;br /&gt;ana andha ezhuthukkal mela payithiyamaa irundhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava mudi asaiyaradha paatha&lt;br /&gt;andha kaathukke poramai varum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;She: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey niruthu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know priya he just loved everything about her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naraiya kindal panni irrukan&lt;br /&gt;Azha vechurukkan&lt;br /&gt;He was really bad Priya&lt;br /&gt;Anaaa eppavum thaniyaa irundhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avalukku avana pudichudhu priya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;yaen Priya yaen Priya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=== End of Post ===&lt;br /&gt;Any takers for guessing the source of this post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-115927396419229714?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/115927396419229714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=115927396419229714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115927396419229714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115927396419229714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/09/280-s.html' title='280 S'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-115894457765825529</id><published>2006-09-22T22:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:05:20.817+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Rantings from My Room</title><content type='html'>The Cool breeze over my head,&lt;br /&gt;Soothing music to my ears,&lt;br /&gt;Everything Seems so heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what happened to me recently&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so beautiful to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate even the smallest of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether life is a Photo album&lt;br /&gt;A compilation of "Say cheese" moments captured at various instances of our life.&lt;br /&gt;There is an inherent paradox here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematically:&lt;br /&gt;Life is a variable that can be represented by two variables, say X and Y.&lt;br /&gt;X- Discrete Variable.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Contrinuous Funtion variable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we strive to achieve those "Say-cheese" moments, there- in trying to maximize&lt;br /&gt;f(X), we might infact be missing out those small pleasures, and joys in life, thereby&lt;br /&gt;minimizing our continuous function variable Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life represented by F(X) - Discrete variable and F(Y) - Continuous variable.&lt;br /&gt;If we maximize F(X) then F(Y) might take a hit, and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making any sense here. It makes hell a lot of sense to ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should strive to achieve a balance where in I optimize both F(X) and F(Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= end of post =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines of The Week: I dint realize itz depth until my &lt;a href="http://www.whoelsecan.blogspot.com/"&gt;bro&lt;/a&gt; 'IM'med me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naangu Kannadi Suvargal Kulle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enclosed in four glass walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naanum Mezhugu Vathiyum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone with only a candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanimai Thanimayeeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude and Solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kodumai Kodumaiyee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torture it is great torture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-115894457765825529?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/115894457765825529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=115894457765825529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115894457765825529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115894457765825529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/09/rantings-from-my-room.html' title='Rantings from My Room'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-115850244537037918</id><published>2006-09-17T19:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:13:39.265+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Buffaloing with English</title><content type='html'>I recently came across this nice article on wikipedia: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_buffalo_Buffalo_buffalo_buffalo_buffalo_Buffalo_buffalo"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently buffalo has another meaning in english meaning: to confuse, to deceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirder part comes here. The following is a grammatically correct English sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of this sentence goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Buffalo bison that Buffalo bison intimidate, intimidate Buffalo bison. OR&lt;br /&gt;New York bison, [that] New York bison annoy, [also] bother New York bison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want more of this :)&lt;br /&gt;here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Cowes cows Cowes cows cow cow Cowes cows.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bore boar Bore boar bore bore bore Bore boar bore.&lt;br /&gt;3. "I wonder &lt;a class="extiw" title="wikt:whether" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/whether"&gt;whether&lt;/a&gt; the &lt;a title="Wether" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wether"&gt;wether&lt;/a&gt; will &lt;a title="Weather" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weather"&gt;weather&lt;/a&gt; the weather, or whether the wether the weather will kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-115850244537037918?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/115850244537037918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=115850244537037918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115850244537037918'/><link rel='self' 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remarks, like "you are really beautiful", "I am really grateful to speak in this show etc", Uma asks this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was their conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pepsi Uma:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ungallukku Kuzhandhai Irruka ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any children ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Caller Lady:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Illa, innum illa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pepsi Uma:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So Inimel Dhaana ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the future is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Caller Lady: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Naan rendu varshama try panren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been trying for two years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Inniku dhaan kadaichudu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got only today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Enakku romba sandoshama irruku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw. for those who dint get it, the lady was referring to the call, that she got through to Ungal choice program and not her efforts for a kid !!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-115786028721996353?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/115786028721996353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=115786028721996353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115786028721996353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115786028721996353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/09/humor-ungal-your-choice.html' title='Humor Ungal (your) Choice'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-115770174906039623</id><published>2006-09-08T13:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:15:35.825+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>The Sweetest Lines of the Week</title><content type='html'>For most this must be gibberish, but for me the follwing 3 lines are the sweetest lines of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-09-08 15:35:00,265 INFO - I came here finally&lt;br /&gt;2006-09-08 15:36:52,578 INFO - Session Factory look up from JNDI: org.hibernate.impl.SessionFactoryImpl@89ca51&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-115770174906039623?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/115770174906039623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=115770174906039623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115770174906039623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115770174906039623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweetest-lines-of-week.html' title='The Sweetest Lines of the Week'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-115717865780155644</id><published>2006-09-02T11:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:12:32.532+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>System.brain.dump()</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking about...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singara chennai and my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live in the present, dont wait .for that ideal future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;be rich, really rich both intellectually and materially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for a Black Lamborghini with Jyothika on the driving seat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violins playing when I see a pretty gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where and what I will be five years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I regret...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not taking risks in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dance...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rarely, though no one knows psssst.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not always...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I make with my hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a good rythm and also nice bread upma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I write...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I confuse...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, or never, not sure. confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;some excitement in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-115717865780155644?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-115647630701100422</id><published>2006-08-25T08:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:03:07.209+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Personality tests</title><content type='html'>I took this interesting personality test, that matches your personality to famous people. I took the test twice and ended up with two leaders :D&lt;br /&gt;It also matches your personality with a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/movie/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-115647630701100422?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/115647630701100422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=115647630701100422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115647630701100422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115647630701100422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/08/personality-tests.html' title='Personality tests'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-115346150226063247</id><published>2006-07-21T11:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:02:07.359+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>I Love it When you sing to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;No one can lift the damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I love it when you read to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You can read me anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The book of love has music in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;In fact that's where music comes from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Some of it is just transcendental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Some of it is just really dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I love it when you sing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You can sing me anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And written very long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And things we're all too young to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Book Of Love" Sung By Peter Gabriel - "Shall We Dance Together"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-115346150226063247?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/115346150226063247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=115346150226063247' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115346150226063247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/115346150226063247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-it-when-you-sing-to-me.html' title='I Love it When you sing to me'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-114295886957386435</id><published>2006-03-21T21:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:08:11.486+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>The Story of X Y Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is morning 8.00 A.M. in the morning and it is a real chilly morning in X. "Kousalya Supraja Ramapoorva Sandhya Pravarthathe" - Venkatesa Suprabatham is playing in a soothing tone in the background. I slowly walk towards the the windows and open the curtains. The view is breathtaking. The sun is perched on the vast crest of mountains, floating on cottonbales of silvery clouds. Down below is the never ending expanse of tea estates looking like streches of green sheets draped over the lands.The gurgling stream below the house seems to be playing a rythm of its own and gives a pleasant feeling. After enjoying the view for sometime, I brush my teeth and settle myself on the couch in the drawing room to read the morning newspaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house seems to be smelling full of incense sticks &lt;em&gt;(oodhuvathi)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Sambrani &lt;/em&gt;(aromatic substance) . She (Y) comes to me and hands me a full glass of hot and steaming coffee. I complement her that she is looking all the more beautiful today, at which she blushes and brushes away the remark with a pat on my shoulder. The coffee smell is heavenly and I take a deep breath to revel in its effect. The froth (&lt;em&gt;norai) &lt;/em&gt;on the coffee seem to reflecting all the colors of the world. That is how coffee is perfectly made : hot, strong, thick, a bit milky, full of froth, served in a shiny glass &lt;em&gt;(tumbler)&lt;/em&gt; and a saucer &lt;em&gt;(davara)&lt;/em&gt;. I enjoy every bit of the morning coffee while skimming through the newspaper. I get ready for my morning walk and together with Y we set forth on our usual picturesque morning walk trail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...To be continued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-114295886957386435?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/114295886957386435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=114295886957386435' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/114295886957386435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/114295886957386435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-of-x-y-z.html' title='The Story of X Y Z'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-114174923185741735</id><published>2006-03-07T21:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:13:08.405+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>A Tribute to All Parents : "Thavamai Thavamirundhu"</title><content type='html'>"What a movie"! Really emotional and moving!! I unabashedly admit that I cried after seeing the movie. I am not that kind of really emotional person. Maybe because I do miss staying with my parents, though I have been out of home for around seven years now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie beautifully portrays what kind of sacrifices parents make and how much important a role parents play in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oru murai dhan oru murai dhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Only once and only once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oru sila thavarugal oru murai dhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;some mistakes are made only once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oru murai dhan thavariyadhal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Even though we erred only once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaigira Vedhanai pala murai dhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We might have to face the consequences many many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall an awesome movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-114174923185741735?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/114174923185741735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=114174923185741735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/114174923185741735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/114174923185741735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/03/tribute-to-all-parents-thavamai.html' title='A Tribute to All Parents : &quot;Thavamai Thavamirundhu&quot;'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-114157832078312278</id><published>2006-03-05T22:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:01:40.976+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>In college I had this habit of collecting poems I liked and I used to keep them in a diary. I recently found that diary in a junk of books ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the verses from the diary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ketan Valand: Burning the Passions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me she's no angel, thats' for sure&lt;br /&gt;But this love as I know has no cure.&lt;br /&gt;Every hour the feelings are there&lt;br /&gt;Burning desires and passions to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the smiles, laughter and dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the tears and life as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Brushing away each other's grief and sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Touching each other's present and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the fire kindle in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now I know for sure that there wont be any more good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Borrowed from my College Friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:) (Thoda filmi hai but I still like it !)&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For the world you might be someone,&lt;br /&gt;But for someone you are the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry someone you can live with,&lt;br /&gt;Marry someone you cannot live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I meet you&lt;br /&gt;I take a decision that&lt;br /&gt;That I should never meet you again&lt;br /&gt;For to meet you again&lt;br /&gt;We need to part&lt;br /&gt;And that makes me fall apart. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying watching you&lt;br /&gt;For a long long time&lt;br /&gt;Is a pleasure unsurpassed&lt;br /&gt;And whatever I do&lt;br /&gt;You are on my mind&lt;br /&gt;"My Permanent Passtime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an endless pit&lt;br /&gt;Once you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;You get deeper with time&lt;br /&gt;There is no way you can climb out of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: For that friend who wrote the above: in case you are reading the above: Hi da long time&lt;br /&gt;...whatz up in life! Had collected some of the stuff written by you in our first or second year dont remember!! Letz get back in touch daa! cia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-114157832078312278?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/114157832078312278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=114157832078312278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/114157832078312278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/114157832078312278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/03/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-113733733290076157</id><published>2006-01-15T20:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:02:42.315+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>Love Across the Salt Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Love Across the Salt Desert" was the Title of one of the best stories in our Standard XII syllabus English text book. I am quite thankful to the NCERT (National Council for Education ? ?) for compiling lovely short stories and for introducing us to great authors like Oscar Wilde, RK Narayan, Khushwanth Singh, Rudyard Kipling etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This particular story I am talking about is set in an Indian village at the borders of India and Pakistan in the Salty Deserts of the Rann of the Kutch (somewhere in Gujarat or Rajasthan). The village is totally parched and dry and it has not rained there for years together. Many villagers earn their livelihood by smuggling goods across the border braving the BSF(Border Security Force) , Pakistan Army and bringing back goods from Pakistan as exchange. Our hero and his father too smuggle stuff into Pakistan and bring back spices from a Pakistan Village. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On one such visit The Hero meets the Spice Seller's daughter. "Eyes Meet, Love at First Sight" - &lt;em&gt;Kannum Kannum Nokia - &lt;/em&gt;The Eyes do all the talking and it is understood that the Hero will come, "aur Dulhania Le Jayega". The Hero returns home with his father then informs his mother of his love and that he will be going to bring home his bride. As do standard Indian Movie mothers she wants her son to be happy, but his concerned of his safety and finally she courageously sends off her son with some food and jewels. Our hero braves the border forces in style and reaches the Pakistani village. The Spice Seller is hesitant but he sees the love in their eyes and does not stand in between their love. The Hero brings his lover in style, back to his village and it rains for the First Time after long long years. The village hails the girl as the saviour, and All is Well That Ends Well!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Subham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(:) was watching Veer Zara for a while yesterday and thatz what prompted to write this entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113733733290076157?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113733733290076157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113733733290076157' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113733733290076157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113733733290076157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-across-salt-desert.html' title='Love Across the Salt Desert'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-113708473479534943</id><published>2006-01-12T21:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:14:17.935+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>Enlightening talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I had been to Swami Swaroopananda's (Chinmaya Mission) talk on "The Art of Medidation - and The Power of Gayathri Mantra" . I should say it was really a enlightening talk. Though some concepts that he covered were OHT (Over Head Transmission) most of the contents of his talk were very practical and relevant to day to day life. After my upanayanam I was religiously doing the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Sandhyavandhana" &lt;/span&gt;[which I have currently discontinued ;) ] but now after attending this lecture I really feel that I have not done justice to it, even while doing it. One lesson that I have learnt is : just uttering prayers etc. and repeating shlokas are good but only to serve the purpose of chaneling the wavering mind and streamlining our thoughts so that we can concentrate on particular thing. The true power of meditation is to achieve greater mind control. I just tried a simple test, I counted how many different thoughts that crossed my mind in just 10 secs : I counted about 8 + 1 counting process = 9, that makes 9/10 = ~ 1 thought process per second. In Computer Science a well established fact is that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Context Switching is Expensive".&lt;/span&gt; Thus I have come to realise that I lose so much time in unnecessary context switching overheads. If I can tune my mind to concentrate on a particular thought without distraction for longer periods of time then I could be much more productive and efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113708473479534943?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113708473479534943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113708473479534943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113708473479534943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113708473479534943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/01/enlightening-talk.html' title='Enlightening talk'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-113621065286103623</id><published>2006-01-02T19:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:16:12.641+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/P1020144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/P1020144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/P1020128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/P1020128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a very Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks At Sentosa (Siloso Beach) 12.00 A.M 1st January 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Books in the Last Month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Night at a Call Center (Chetan Bhagat) : A decent read and could associate with all the places in Gurgaon and brought back nostalgic memories of my shorts visits to Gurgaon while at Pilani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Movies in the Last Month: (Rated according to my liking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Parineeta: Awesome movie - Story was great, songs were great, Vidya Balan Roxxx.&lt;br /&gt;Dil Ki Jo Baatein Hain&lt;br /&gt;Baatein Jo Dil Ki Hain&lt;br /&gt;Dil hi Mein Rakhna Piyaan&lt;br /&gt;AAnkon Ne Sab Key Diyaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Piyu Bole Piyaa Bole Kya Yeh Bole Janoona :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kanda Naal Mudhal : A different kind of Tamil movie, Re-recording by Yuvan was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;3. Paheli : Shah Rukh + Rani Mukherjee starrer - Liked the Folk Story concept and the authentic Rajasthani background captured in the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113621065286103623?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113621065286103623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113621065286103623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113621065286103623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113621065286103623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-113404258410453364</id><published>2005-12-08T17:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:11:54.699+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Yet Another Travel Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is great to be going back home and this is yet another blog from the airport. I am going home after a period of six months and looking forward for my stay there. These six months were quite good. I just got into groove into my first job and it has been a great experience till now. Having good fun other than work too with lots of sports like Tennis, Badminton, Bowling, Pool etc.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to get a bit more serious with life after I get back as a New Year Resolution :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and TIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113404258410453364?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113404258410453364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113404258410453364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113404258410453364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113404258410453364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/12/yet-another-travel-blog.html' title='Yet Another Travel Blog'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-113402125445992883</id><published>2005-12-08T11:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:26:57.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DNR - Do Not Resuscitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prolonging life artificially through Life Support and Euthanasia (Mercy Killing) have always been a subject of debate. From the patient's point of view Euthanasia seems valid, but from a general perspective saving a person's life even so be it for a small duration is still worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came across this terminology called DNR - Do Not Resuscitate. If a patient at the time he is admitted has a DNR order it means that he wishes that his life not be prolonged artificially or he wishes that his life not be revived artificially in case he suffers from any attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this interesting article where a retired nurse has tatooed a DNR on herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/2819149.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/2819149.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113402125445992883?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113402125445992883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113402125445992883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113402125445992883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113402125445992883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/12/dnr-do-not-resuscitate.html' title='DNR - Do Not Resuscitate'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-113351317974802592</id><published>2005-12-02T14:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:04:56.787+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>SFO in a Different Light</title><content type='html'>Some interesting snaps clicked in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bushwhacked!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC01033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC01033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoke Pots of different shapes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC01027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC01027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pile of crabs Fisheman's Wharf &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC01008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC01008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Heroes on Harley Davidsons &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC01010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC01010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Modern Day beggar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC01032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC01032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marilyn Monroe and Mickey Mouse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC01026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC01026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113351317974802592?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113351317974802592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113351317974802592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113351317974802592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113351317974802592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/12/sfo-in-different-light.html' title='SFO in a Different Light'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-113351249367705607</id><published>2005-12-02T13:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:03:42.313+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Java Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC01022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC01022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a name of a cafe in Haight Street in San Francisco. I totally agree with what it says. Java Rox and it earns me my bread now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113351249367705607?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113351249367705607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113351249367705607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113351249367705607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113351249367705607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/12/java-rocks.html' title='Java Rocks'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-113351117374492208</id><published>2005-12-02T13:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:17:47.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Sindhubhairavi</title><content type='html'>Simple yet touching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poomalai Vangi vandhan pookal illaye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a garland but alas it had no flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sevi Illai ingoru Isai Edharku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the ears what is the use of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vizhi Illai Ingoru villaku Edharku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the eyes what use is a lamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naalum Naalum Aval Ninaivil Ivan Azhudhu!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day he is pining in her memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poo malai vangi vandhan pookal illaye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113351117374492208?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113351117374492208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113351117374492208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113351117374492208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113351117374492208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/12/sindhubhairavi.html' title='Sindhubhairavi'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-113326050102627612</id><published>2005-11-29T15:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:18:27.654+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>In Rememberance of the Almighty</title><content type='html'>I am really indebted to GOD for whatever he has given me. I am ever grateful to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt that chanting mantras and slokas helped me concentrate and gain focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this wonderful site with all important Sthothrams and Slokas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mailerindia.com/slokas/mantras/index.php?mantrahow"&gt;http://mailerindia.com/slokas/mantras/index.php?mantrahow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113326050102627612?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113326050102627612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113326050102627612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113326050102627612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113326050102627612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-rememberance-of-almighty.html' title='In Rememberance of the Almighty'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-113250372613409935</id><published>2005-11-20T21:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:53:31.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Orchard Photographs Lee Hsien Loong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow man!! Amazed at the Christmas decorations at the Orchard Road Singapore. Really lovely and gives a nice happy feeling. To add to the joy was a photography exhibition on the Road pavements. Mind blowing pictures clicked all over the world. Anyone in Singapore at this time should definitely visit Orchard as soon as possible to catch the Photo Exhibition as well the festive lightings and decorations. Also by chance spotted the Prime Minister of Singapore Mr Lee Hsien Loong on the roads looking at the photo exhibition. He was just another person among the busy Orchard Road crowd and though he had security, one could not really notice them unless anyone observed carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113250372613409935?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113250372613409935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113250372613409935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113250372613409935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113250372613409935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/11/orchard-photographs-lee-hsien-loong.html' title='Orchard Photographs Lee Hsien Loong'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-113241794021944467</id><published>2005-11-19T21:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:19:41.700+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>I Walk a Lonely Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Really touching song ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the song as well the the lyrics... song by a band called GreenDay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleepsand&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk aloneI walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk aloneI walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border lineOf the edge and where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's **ed up and everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk aloneI walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk aloneI walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside meMy shallow heart's the only thing that's beatingSometimes I wish someone out there will find me'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ahAh-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;I walk aloneI walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113241794021944467?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113241794021944467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113241794021944467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113241794021944467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113241794021944467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-walk-lonely-road.html' title='I Walk a Lonely Road'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-113219769575189871</id><published>2005-11-17T08:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:19:09.789+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Call It Conservative Call it Chennai</title><content type='html'>Being born and brought up in Chennai, I have experienced the conservative way of living in the City. I would say that this conservativeness is in a way necessary and good to inculcate moral values and ethics into the people (especially for children and adoloscents). But this recent case on Khushboo, Suhasini etc. has really crossed limits and so much hullaballoo on this is totally unnecessary and nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this Article from Times of India on this Issue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/msid-1298218,curpg-1.cms"&gt;http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/msid-1298218,curpg-1.cms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most ironical about this Khushboo issue is that the people who are raising their voice&lt;br /&gt;against her (White-Dhoti Politicians and as much black on the inside) constitute the least moral and unethical people who are known for their polygamy, affairs, and various other shady businesses and have no business talking about Tamizh Panpadu (Tamil Ethics and Culture).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-113219769575189871?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/113219769575189871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=113219769575189871' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113219769575189871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/113219769575189871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/11/call-it-conservative-call-it-chennai.html' title='Call It Conservative Call it Chennai'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-112933312822854311</id><published>2005-10-15T05:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:22:04.602+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>I Love My Job</title><content type='html'>Found this poem recently: was really funny. Has a sarcastic note to it. Sure does not reflect my opinion though: I love my job in the right sense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lost Dr Seuss Poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job, I love the pay! I&lt;br /&gt;love it more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;I love my boss, she is the best!&lt;br /&gt;I love her boss and all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my office and its location,&lt;br /&gt;I hate to have to go on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;I love my furniture, drab and gray,&lt;br /&gt;And piles of paper that grow each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my job is really swell,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else I love so well.&lt;br /&gt;I love to work among my peers,&lt;br /&gt;I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my computer and its software;&lt;br /&gt;I hug it often though it won't care.&lt;br /&gt;I love each program and every file.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love them more if they worked a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.&lt;br /&gt;I love this work, I love these chores.&lt;br /&gt;I love the meetings with deadly bores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job - I'll say it again -&lt;br /&gt;I even love those friendly men.&lt;br /&gt;Those friendly men who've come today,&lt;br /&gt;In clean white coats to take me away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112933312822854311?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112933312822854311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112933312822854311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112933312822854311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112933312822854311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-my-job.html' title='I Love My Job'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112634499787074050</id><published>2005-09-10T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:06:37.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Transit</title><content type='html'>Taipei September 10 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the first time I am going on such a long distance journey alone and probably that is the reason I feel quite bored. I have to kill ten hours of my time in this place ... man one instance where idling away makes you feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people generally do while travelling alone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read books&lt;br /&gt;Listen to music&lt;br /&gt;Blog :)&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;Watch movies&lt;br /&gt;Pick up a conversation with co-passengers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while I have been kind of doing a mixture of all the above things, and currently due to lack of sleep I am too bugged to do anything but blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Met this guy called Jeff from Denver in the transit lounge. He was travelling with his three year old kid from Manila to Denver. His kid's name was Kimberley. She was really cute, and had the combined looks of her filipino mother and a caucasian father. We hit upon almost all the topics in the world, like politics, oil exploration, Katrina, linguistics and world langugages, travel experiences, Linux vs Microsoft, Apple and Steve Jobbs etc etc. Overall it was a really good conversation. Jeff was of swedish origin and he told me how immigrants in US after one or two generations forget their native language and that he hardly knew swedish. He was born in Boston, educated in Colorado and now works for an organization called SWCA (www.swca.com) as an Environment Consultant. His specialization was Archaeology and survey. Aged around 40 he is still looking forward to taking up a Phd. One thing I am really amazed by the educational system in US is that most people pursue a career in their own interest area, however commercially inviable it may be and also that the country does offer employment opportunities in all areas. Recently I believe in India too the focus is moving away from engineering and IT and more and more students and willing to explore the arts and science field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in India I was under this impression that IT is the THE THING and is really cool. Only after a bit of experience and exposure to others viewpoints have I come to realize that IT is just a tool or means by which one can improve the process and make business processes faster and efficient. An IT company can never match a Brick and Mortar kind of organization and this is also reflected in fact that the world's top two companies are Exxon Mobil (Oil Giant) and GE (almost all possible sectors). Even the IT and Services Giant like IBM cannot compare to these organizations in terms of their huge presence in the world, and market  value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112634499787074050?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112634499787074050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112634499787074050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112634499787074050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112634499787074050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-transit.html' title='In Transit'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112630877281935456</id><published>2005-09-10T04:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:11:15.095+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Flightellogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my second blog from the Airport. Blogging is really a good way to kill time in the airport, especially if you are travelling alone. Had a nice hot cup of coffee from Deli France. I am surprised that you get much better coffee from Deli France rather from exclusive coffee outlets like Starbucks or Coffee Bean. Have 20 min more before boarding, and I am quite paranoid about how I am going to kill 10 hrs in Taipei airport. Shall try and get a transit visa there and would like to see the current tallest building in the world, before it is overtaken by the Dubai tower which is under construction and also the Memorial Building over ground zero in New York. Even if I cant get a transit visa I guess it should be fine, cos' I have more than 500 pages of design specifications to read before I reach "Silicon Valley". :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talk of the week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Katrina and its devastation - Emergency in New Orleans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iflex majority shares bought over by Oracle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now Reading: LION BOY THE CHASE - Zizou Corder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a long journey to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;signing off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112630877281935456?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112630877281935456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112630877281935456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112630877281935456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112630877281935456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/09/flightellogue.html' title='Flightellogue'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112490099726440755</id><published>2005-08-24T21:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:05:54.013+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>SPAM DELIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Having the privelege of a very common name as my gmail account, I have received umpteen e-mails that were not meant for me. I once even got a marriage proposal asking when to schedule a marriage and conveying that all in the bride's family were happy with the alliance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an e-mail that I received today and I felt quite happy after reading it, thought it was not meant for me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rajesh,&lt;br /&gt;It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted into the&lt;br /&gt;doctoral program in Biophysical Sciences and that Dr. Sachs has agreed to&lt;br /&gt;be your mentor and to provide both stipend and tuition support for you&lt;br /&gt;while you pursue your doctoral studies in his laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm Slaughter&lt;br /&gt;Department of Physiology and Biophysics&lt;br /&gt;124 Sherman Hall&lt;br /&gt;University at Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo, NY 14214&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suttum Vizhi Chudare : Ghajni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112490099726440755?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112490099726440755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112490099726440755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112490099726440755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112490099726440755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/08/spam-delight.html' title='SPAM DELIGHT'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112488235016355006</id><published>2005-08-24T16:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:49:10.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Code Meets Verse</title><content type='html'>This is supposedly the theme song of our previous product release: &lt;br /&gt;Really cool, lyrics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do birds suddenly appear&lt;br /&gt;every time you are near?&lt;br /&gt;We've only just begun to live.&lt;br /&gt;White lace and promises,&lt;br /&gt;a kiss for luck and we're on our way.&lt;br /&gt;We've only begun.&lt;br /&gt;Before the risin' sun we fly.&lt;br /&gt;So many roads to choose,&lt;br /&gt;we start out walking and learn to run.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we've just begun.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing horizons that are new to us,&lt;br /&gt;watching the signs along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Talking it over just the two of us,&lt;br /&gt;working together day to day, together.&lt;br /&gt;And when the evenin' comes we smile.&lt;br /&gt;So much of life ahead,&lt;br /&gt;we'll find a place where there's room to grow.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we've just begun.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing horizons that are new to us,&lt;br /&gt;watching the signs along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Talking it over just the two of us,&lt;br /&gt;working together day to day, together, together.&lt;br /&gt;And when the evenin' comes we smile.&lt;br /&gt;So much of life ahead,&lt;br /&gt;we'll find a place where there's room to grow.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we've just begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112488235016355006?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112488235016355006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112488235016355006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112488235016355006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112488235016355006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/08/code-meets-verse.html' title='Code Meets Verse'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112391546719909650</id><published>2005-08-13T12:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:07:59.822+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Thought Constellations</title><content type='html'>Lakshya&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;Tri-color&lt;br /&gt;Embassy&lt;br /&gt;Late&lt;br /&gt;Office&lt;br /&gt;CrimsonLogic&lt;br /&gt;Pressure&lt;br /&gt;SMA&lt;br /&gt;Awesome&lt;br /&gt;Fun&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;Chupke Chupke&lt;br /&gt;Amitabh Bachchan&lt;br /&gt;Kajra-re&lt;br /&gt;Aish&lt;br /&gt;Kuch na Kaho&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;Palm Gardens&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;Forgot Mac-Power PC lugs&lt;br /&gt;Linux&lt;br /&gt;Caldera&lt;br /&gt;Pilani&lt;br /&gt;Ak 248&lt;br /&gt;Common Room&lt;br /&gt;Cooler&lt;br /&gt;Water ...&lt;br /&gt;Thatz enuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112391546719909650?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112391546719909650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112391546719909650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112391546719909650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112391546719909650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/08/thought-constellations.html' title='Thought Constellations'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112291443315913905</id><published>2005-08-01T21:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:10:33.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bye to RedHill Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been almost a year in Redhill now. The name does sound exotic right, like Beverly Hills, or Malabar Hills (Mumbai). I have now moved from this quite nice locality and it has been quite a memorable stay here. I just finished seeing the last season of Friends ( Season X). It was quite a touching episode. In this episode too Monica and Chandler move away from the In-City-apartment. I also found myself in such a situation. But change is an inseperable part of life. Just a day since I have shifted and already so many changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change Number 1 :&lt;/span&gt; Got up quite early at 8 and reached office by 9:15 or so... Wow!! I am quite pleased with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change Number 2:&lt;/span&gt; Came back from office and jogged on the treadmill for 3 Km. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change Number 3:&lt;/span&gt; Cooked (or rather watched my flatmates) and ate home cooked food (Parathas and a nice subzi) and this is supposedly the regular plan. I surely plan to be a part of this cooking and revive my culinary skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing... Khali Hai Tere Bina Dono Akhiyaan Tum Gaye Kahan&lt;br /&gt;                          (Both my eyes are empty without you... where art thou have you gone...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112291443315913905?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112291443315913905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112291443315913905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112291443315913905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112291443315913905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/08/bye-to-redhill-close.html' title='Bye to RedHill Close'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112214193066509784</id><published>2005-07-23T23:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:08:35.084+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Card Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Card games are awesome fun and a nice timepass especially if you have a big group. In my childhood I used to primarily play Ass and Joker. Then during the numerous train journeys to College we used to play quite a number of card games and I learnt games like Rummy, trump, Bid etc. Yesterday I learnt a new game called &lt;a href="http://www.pagat.com/vying/teen_pathi.html"&gt;TeenPathi (Flush/Flash)&lt;/a&gt;. Really nice game. The problem with card games is that I tend to forget the exact rules if I have not played the game for a long time. I found a nice link that lists most card games with their rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pagat.com/alpha.html"&gt;http://www.pagat.com/alpha.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pagat.com/"&gt;http://www.pagat.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112214193066509784?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112214193066509784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112214193066509784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112214193066509784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112214193066509784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/07/card-games.html' title='Card Games'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-112195804910327075</id><published>2005-07-21T20:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:52:57.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy - Happy Deepavali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Happy-Happy Deepavali maa" - This is the phrase that an old man tells his grandchildren, son and daughter-in-law who live elsewhere(foreign land) in some telephone advertisement that used to come long time back on television. This ad caught my attention because that old man used to say these with so much of emotion and love which I could not understand at that point and had brushed it aside as overaction.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know when I saw this ad that I would be exactly doing the same thing for many more years to come. There is a bright side to staying away from home in the sense that you become very independent and responsible (supposedly) and worldly wise. But on the flip side it is quite sad that you miss out on all the love and affection from parents,siblings, grandparents and other relatives. This I feel all the more when any special occassion comes by. During every Diwali at college we did have fun, but it was never quite the same as it was at home. I used to call home and other relatives every Diwali, and each time I used to have this kind of weird feeling of "OutOfContext Exception". I used to ask myself whether was it really worth staying away from home missing so much. I still do ask myself this question, now occassionally though as I have learnt to live with the reality. The reality is that I am in a Hot Pursuit (a euphemism for Rat Race) now, in pursuit of career growth and achievement, money and social recognition and this pursuit has brought me so far away from home But I do live with the hope that soon in the near future the race will end soon or I will voluntarily opt out of the race. Whichever happens the good thing is that "The good old days look much more nearer now"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112195804910327075?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112195804910327075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112195804910327075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112195804910327075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112195804910327075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy - Happy Deepavali'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112158789842301836</id><published>2005-07-17T13:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:07:05.972+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Nature Retreat - MacRitchie Reservoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC005862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC005862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For all Nature freaks in Singapore, the MacRitchie reservoir park walking trails are one of the best you can get in Singapore. It is a picturesque location with walking trails all along the perimeter of the MacRitichie lake. I think morning time is the best time to visit the reservoir park as it is very cool and the morning dew on the rich foliage is breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC006162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC006162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are various attractions also in this Reservoir, the best one being the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tree Top Walk&lt;/span&gt;. This is a strech of the trail where one can&lt;br /&gt;walk over a Suspension bridge amidst the tree tops and it is really a worthwhile experience. You feel like you are over a jungle and we also get a very good view of the reservoir area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC00584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC00584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;My personal favorite attraction in the reservoir is feeding the turtles. These turtles are really bold and hungry and even take food directly from the hand. The turtles seem to eat whatever humans eat like Biscuits, Water Melon, Murruku etc. etc. Other attractions in the reserve include the Jelutong Tower which is a great view point. Adjoining one edge of the reservoir is the Singapore Island Country Club Golf Course and we can see the golfers teeing off there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located in Upper Thomson Road region, the best way to get here is to to get down at Thomson or Novena and take a cab to Upper Thomson Road (Venus Drive) or ask for Singapore Island Country Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Golf Club View ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC00562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC00562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Can you Spot the Web?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC00573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC00573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Tree Top View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/DSC00612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/320/DSC00612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112158789842301836?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112158789842301836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112158789842301836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112158789842301836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112158789842301836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/07/nature-retreat-macritchie-reservoir.html' title='Nature Retreat - MacRitchie Reservoir'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112090181641758369</id><published>2005-07-09T14:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:09:27.371+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories/poems'/><title type='text'>The Beginning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos23.flickr.com/25453904_1b2d40e0b2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/25453904_1b2d40e0b2.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I noticed her due to her tinkling anklets,&lt;br /&gt;That first glance was enough to make a mark of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Her long plaited hair was adorned by the sweet smelling Jasmine flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Or was it the Jasmine flowers adorned by her wonderful wisps of hair&lt;br /&gt;Her broad forehead dotted with vermilion and kumkum&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of the morning horizon and the radiant rising sun&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in crisp Kanchipuram silk here she was the girl of my dreams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos21.flickr.com/25453903_08e48e8b5b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/25453903_08e48e8b5b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had become quite oblivious of our surroundings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Just then I realized that we were in a temple and I was supposed to pray!!&lt;br /&gt;She had started making small steps around the sanctum&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I began following her with my hands folded in piety&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat when she turned around to look at me&lt;br /&gt;In reflex my hands folded and my lips started uttering something...&lt;br /&gt;She must have thought I was praying in devotion&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was praying in devotion, that I could speak to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/14728-Kapaleeshwarar-Temple-Entrance-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/14728-Kapaleeshwarar-Temple-Entrance-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the full moon day and the temple was getting crowded&lt;br /&gt;Soon I lost sight of her in all the chaos&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed I completed two more rounds of pradakshina,&lt;br /&gt;Made a deal with HIM that all be good,&lt;br /&gt;And with a heavy heart walked back home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/jhangri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2011/398/1600/jhangri1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was opening the gate of my house&lt;br /&gt;I heard a sweet and soothing voice&lt;br /&gt;Surprised I was when I looked around&lt;br /&gt;Here she was the Jhaangri* of my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she walked up to me!!&lt;br /&gt;I was too dazed by the situation to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the time I was looking down,&lt;br /&gt;She spoke to me without a frown&lt;br /&gt;She had just moved into the neighbourhood with her mom and dad,&lt;br /&gt;And thought she would get to know her neighbours well, wasnt I too glad :)&lt;br /&gt;She too had noticed me in temple, and in friendship she extended her hand&lt;br /&gt;I too reciprocated while I was floating away into FairyLand...&lt;br /&gt;And that was the Beginning, a really nice Beginning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jhaangri: A Really delicious awesome South Indian Sweet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112090181641758369?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112090181641758369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112090181641758369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112090181641758369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112090181641758369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/07/beginning.html' title='The Beginning!!'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903726.post-112079374784860511</id><published>2005-07-08T08:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:05:47.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Power Play in Cricket!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently I read an article about the new rules in Cricket that have been tested in the Australia vs England series. They seem pretty interesting. Now we can have a 12 member team (one substitute) who can replace any player and do batting as well as bowling any time in the match, the only catch being the replaced player cannot come on field again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It more feels like football substitution now. But it seems pretty useful. For example we can choose a fast bowler who bowls well with the new ball and have him bowl for 5-6 overs and then can substitute him with a bowler who bowls well with an old one in the slog overs. Or we can send in a guy to hit in the slog overs and if it looks like he is out of form or is underperforming then chuck him out and replace him with the twelfth man. Cricket is getting more and more interesting. Looking forward to see how well these Power play rules are put to use by the various teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/cricket/4659107.stm"&gt;BBC News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112079374784860511?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112079374784860511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112079374784860511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112079374784860511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112079374784860511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/07/power-play-in-cricket.html' title='Power Play in Cricket!!'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112055753498620543</id><published>2005-07-05T15:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-05T15:28:54.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MIT BLOG SURVEY</title><content type='html'>Do participate in the MIT Blog Survey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogsurvey.media.mit.edu/request"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogsurvey.media.mit.edu/images/survey-statistic.gif" alt="Take the MIT Weblog Survey" style="border:none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112055753498620543?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112055753498620543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112055753498620543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112055753498620543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112055753498620543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/07/mit-blog-survey.html' title='MIT BLOG SURVEY'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112021413508158603</id><published>2005-07-01T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:05:35.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MKS - Windows Unix Interoperability</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently installed a Windows-unix interoperability tool called MKS.&lt;br /&gt;Details :&lt;a href="http://www.mkssoftware.com/products/tk/ds_tkdev.asp"&gt; http://www.mkssoftware.com/products/tk/ds_tkdev.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cool product. Now all unix commands are functional on the Windows command prompt. It is very helpful cos' it eliminated the need to change long unix scripts for running on windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112021413508158603?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112021413508158603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112021413508158603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112021413508158603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112021413508158603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/07/mks-windows-unix-interoperability.html' title='MKS - Windows Unix Interoperability'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112012952540768293</id><published>2005-06-30T16:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:35:25.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ooty Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos14.flickr.com/19809492_e8cc7f51b8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos14.flickr.com/19809492_e8cc7f51b8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I had been Ooty during my trip to India. I was visiting Ooty after 6 years. The last time I had visited Ooty was after my board exams , actually just before my XII board results were about to come. I recollect being quite anxious and me and my parents were constantly checking the news, newspapers etc. for any updates on when the XII CBSE results were coming. But anyhow it was a really memorable trip due to two main reasons. The first one being: I got to see the India vs. Sri Lanka one day match there, where India made a whopping 376 and Ganguly made 176 (I think his career highest in ODIs) .The other was that we watched this awesome Super Duper Rajnikanth starrer movie "Padayappa" and it was total entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos15.flickr.com/19808973_15c5d9e9e3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos15.flickr.com/19808973_15c5d9e9e3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The recent trip to Ooty too was great as we went as a full family escaping the scorching Chennai heat.  It is really nice to go back to places you have been before as it really brings back nice memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112012952540768293?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112012952540768293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112012952540768293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112012952540768293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112012952540768293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/06/ooty-trip.html' title='Ooty Trip'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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-6903726.post-112012785785874227</id><published>2005-06-30T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:07:37.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Great Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just listening to the song "Thai Sollum Uravai vaithe Ulagam Sondham" - an awesome song from the movie Kana Kanden. Really touching. Vidyasagar's music has been really top class in the past few years. Another song from the same movie "Moolai Thirugum (Kaalai Arumbi)" too is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following songs have been my personal favorites in this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mora Saiyaan (Fuzon) from the Hyderabad Blues II movie&lt;br /&gt;2. Tere Bina Hyderabad Blues II&lt;br /&gt;3. Kalayil Dinamum Kan Vizhithen from the movie NEW&lt;br /&gt;4. En Aasai Mythiliye - Manmathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lately&lt;br /&gt;Kana Kanden Songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is great there is so much good music to fill up the void in my life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903726-112012785785874227?l=esusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/feeds/112012785785874227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903726&amp;postID=112012785785874227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112012785785874227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903726/posts/default/112012785785874227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esusays.blogspot.com/2005/06/great-songs.html' title='Great Songs'/><author><name>esu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08931589788709385400</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>
