<?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-12442085</id><updated>2011-11-28T04:57:23.886+05:30</updated><category term='Trips'/><category term='Me'/><category term='Tours and Travels'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Traffic'/><category term='General'/><category term='Olive'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Info'/><category term='Hyd'/><category term='bakwas'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='theater'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Yap'/><category term='Crazy Creativity'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Words Grouped Together</title><subtitle type='html'>I have this un-necesarry habit of grouping words and calling it a poem. This habit had really spoilt my future &amp;amp; my present in the past. How else can I explain the &lt;b&gt;loss of friends?&lt;/b&gt; Neways, here I have attached some of my exhibits. ;-) They are not worth publishing. Why? Not worth even giving it a glance but after all it is my creation. And I am proud of it. So, read through &amp;amp; do not blame me later.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-3703643137858541702</id><published>2011-11-03T13:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:07:32.968+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>Why should you watch 'Orgasm'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is about the play 'ORGASM,' an original play staged by Cult Entertainment. And, my opinion on why should one watch it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PEvA9z_RYw/TrIrftTE3fI/AAAAAAAALas/Z-ZmLorjQPU/s1600/orgasm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PEvA9z_RYw/TrIrftTE3fI/AAAAAAAALas/Z-ZmLorjQPU/s400/orgasm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;An Original Play by a Bangalore based group&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buzzintown.com/bangalore/event--orgasm-romantic-comedy-play-english/id--500612.html"&gt;Orgasm&lt;/a&gt; is be staged (again) 5th &amp;amp; 6th and 13th of November 2011. I could not watch their previous performance because I was not in town. I had heard good review about it but, as always, I like to keep my opinions/thoughts until I have watched it for myself. I got an opportunity to catch their rehearsal 2 days ago and I was bowled over. I suddenly realized Bangalore needs to watch this. It is a brilliant play and it deserves to be watched. More importantly, in the days of silly mind-less plays, Bangalore deserves a play like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is the play about?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The play is all about a couple, starting from their teens till their old-age. In this time-span, how the couple discover themselves, discover love, discover responsibility, discover relationship, discover compromise, discover priorities in life. How the couple do the balancing act. How the couple endures the trouble-days. How the couple follow their heart but their loved ones close to their heart. Its journey that need to be watched and understood. 3 stages of the couple's life has been depicted in the 90 mins, viz.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Youth days&lt;/b&gt; of pre-marital love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Post-marriage &lt;b&gt;midlife crisis&lt;/b&gt; struggles &amp;amp; rediscovery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old-age joy&lt;/b&gt; of living for each other and reminiscence of the past gone by.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each of these stages are represented by 3 different pairs and they are shown simultaneously (almost). The ease and smoothness with which the play moves between these couples (&lt;i&gt;obviously, representing each of the stages&lt;/i&gt;) is fascinating. The script is beautifully crafted to assist this transitions. No jerky transitions or unfinished parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Genre of the play&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This play is not heavy on emotion it is a realistic comedy based on what happens between a couple (ideally) within the four walls. So the genre is realistic comical drama. ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason to watch the play&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realistic play is always exciting because it provides something to take back after the 90mins. And, &lt;a href="http://www.buzzintown.com/bangalore/event--orgasm-romantic-comedy-play-english/id--500612.html"&gt;Orgasm&lt;/a&gt; also promises a sure take-away for any age-group. It is a play about relationships and one is most-likely to go back thinking about their own relationship(s) for sure.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perfect Beginning, middle &amp;amp; end&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the best scripts follow the mandate strictly: "&lt;b&gt;Every play should have a beginning, middle and an end&lt;/b&gt;". Well, so does this script. Makes you wonder, if the script-writer is an experienced old-timer bettered by his past! Sorry to disappoint you, No, the script writer is an amateur 23-yr old (or 24?) &amp;amp; technically this is his debut script. It is fascinating to even note that every scene had a beginning, a middle and an end. I haven't watched 1000s of plays but of the few I have watched I rarely found any following the mandate for each n every scene. What it does to the audience is immense, when the scene takes a logical closure it makes a lot of sense. You don't wonder what did that scene mean? In the same line, not a single scene seem to have been wasted. Since each scene has a logical begin &amp;amp; a logical end, it is far easier to understand the flow of the script. From an actors' perspective, it is easy to throw in your personal graphs in a complete scene. Its an actors' delight to work in a technically tight script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason to watch the play&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch a very technical play, which follows the mandate scrupulously. Bangalore theater scene does not, often, offer such a technical play. More so over, an original play by an amateur Bangalorean is such a rarity. Hats off to the debut script-writer &amp;amp; a long-time actor &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=619633498"&gt;Avinash Daniel&lt;/a&gt;. If you are an upcoming aspiring actor or part of a upcoming theater group, you &lt;b&gt;_MUST_&lt;/b&gt; watch this to learn. Learn the art of script-writing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Graphs in scenes, characters &amp;amp; play over all&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is the one thing that keeps the audience gripped on with the flow of any play or any movie? The drama. The graph the play/movie provides. The varied emotions the audience goes through. Having graphs in play/movie has its own advantages; every segment of the audience has something they connect to + they are not bored with only one emotion. Now, &lt;a href="http://www.buzzintown.com/bangalore/event--orgasm-romantic-comedy-play-english/id--500612.html"&gt;Orgasm&lt;/a&gt; provides a good range of emotions in the script. Each scene, apart from being complete, also makes sure the graph within is well defined. The highs &amp;amp; lows are clear yet the audience tagging along with the actors' emotions/sentiments/thoughts are not drained. To repeat, this play is not heavy on emotion it is a realistic comedy based on what happens between a couple (ideally) within the four walls. So, the emotions are not heavy but it is real. Anybody who had had a meaningful relationship will be able to relate to the emotions.&lt;br /&gt;The graph is not only evident in each of the scenes but also the character that decorates the scenes. Firstly, for a debut writer, &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=619633498"&gt;Avinash Daniel&lt;/a&gt; has ensured that the characters' basic trait has not been lost with the age yet the age/maturity ensures the basic traits do not take control. Very well drawn characters. As you watch the play, you will realize the couple are equals and this equality will definitely lead to power-control drama. Obviously, this drama ensures the characters has their own graph. I am struggling to put into words what I have in my mind. In short, the characters have got a great well-define graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason to watch the play&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphs ensure that you are never bored. Also, the graphs are as close to being real as possible. In plain English, each characters are real and the emotions/drama that goes in their lives and into their head is (obviously) very realistic. You are sure to relate to, at least, one character (or one trait of one character) before the end of the play. And, the drama that the script promises you is straight out of your lives. The discussions between the husband &amp; wife need not be as it is portrayed here and need not even be about what is being portrayed here but it could be anything generic and you will realize what is depicted there is what happens when 2 equals are tied together by matrimony.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To sum it up, my 3 reasons on why you should watch this play this weekend are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Realistic comedy based on the drama of a couple over their entire duration of relationship starting from courtship to marriage to old-age&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Technically good script written by a Bangalore based amateur 24-year old. Do I need to give you better reason? :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each scene. Each character. Everything promises to entice you and you are bound to take back something when you return.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The tickets for the play can be bought from &lt;a href=http://www.buzzintown.com/bangalore/event--orgasm-romantic-comedy-play-english/id--500612.html&gt;buzzintown&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/12442085-3703643137858541702?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3703643137858541702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=3703643137858541702&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/3703643137858541702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/3703643137858541702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-should-you-watch-orgasm.html' title='Why should you watch &apos;Orgasm&apos;?'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PEvA9z_RYw/TrIrftTE3fI/AAAAAAAALas/Z-ZmLorjQPU/s72-c/orgasm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bengaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9715987 77.59456269999998</georss:point><georss:box>12.7518902 77.34282119999999 13.191307199999999 77.84630419999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-2167791462714602294</id><published>2011-10-30T05:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-30T05:20:17.706+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>"7-am arivu" - an worthless offering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saw 2 very different movies by very different directors who have attained great fame in very short time. One relatively old. One brand new. One @ cinema hall. One in the movie channel @ home. One costed me. One free. One having a silly actor in the lead. The other got a much superior talent in the lead. One super success. One is a sure flop!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I87PRpfnGnA/Tqxm9pAYFuI/AAAAAAAALZg/0gMmjmLe_VY/s1600/7am-Arivu-000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I87PRpfnGnA/Tqxm9pAYFuI/AAAAAAAALZg/0gMmjmLe_VY/s320/7am-Arivu-000.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;7-am arivu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow! I went to watch this movie with shit loads of expectation and excitement. The name sounds fantastic. A possible good tamil movie in the offing. That apart, you can't blame me for all the enthusiasm, check out the combination:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ9kBJoCu7s/Tqxfm5IiHJI/AAAAAAAALZM/MyoR8Ehs17I/s1600/7am_arivu_all_cast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ9kBJoCu7s/Tqxfm5IiHJI/AAAAAAAALZM/MyoR8Ehs17I/s320/7am_arivu_all_cast.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The quartet that wasted my evening&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wonderfully talented, hard-working &amp;amp; super-handsome &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suriya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extremely capable, critically acclaimed &amp;amp; innovative director &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._R._Murugadoss&gt;AR Murugadoss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Super gorgeous &amp;amp; yummy &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shruti_Haasan"&gt;Shruti Hasan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well established, supremely melodies &amp;amp; recipient of many awards &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harris_Jayaraj"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harris Jayaraj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, with this combo I dare anybody to question the outcome. This combo could be an atomic bomb waiting to burst out loud in the box-office. If you thought so too like I did then you are not very wrong. Just a slight difference would be: It was indeed an atom bomb waiting to burst but it did not blow away the other releases with its explosion but it imploded under its own expectation &amp;amp; weight. What a hotch-potch work from the team!!! Can't believe 3 out of this 4 were involved in one of the brilliant forward thinking movie like Ghajini! Law of averages, I suppose! :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The highlights first.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bodhi Dharman&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nice educative start. Keeps the audience in rapt attention with the information about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodhidharma"&gt;Bodhi Dharman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1h4xvFuLIak/Tqxk75kfwJI/AAAAAAAALZY/N_ZcbrfjoP0/s1600/7am-arivu-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1h4xvFuLIak/Tqxk75kfwJI/AAAAAAAALZY/N_ZcbrfjoP0/s320/7am-arivu-001.jpg" width="90" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bodhi Dharman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was fascinated by the information and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt; has done a good job as the 5th Century monk. His eyes spoke. His presence was powerful. His appearance rustic. His face had the rugged but calm charm. The director handled these scenes with finesse and to the point. In fact, when the movie FINALLY ended we felt these parts should have been given more proportion in the movie time. These were nice patriotic scenes. Makes you feel proud to be an Indian &amp;amp; more so a Tamilian. Suddenly the name of the movie &lt;a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/7aum_Arivu&gt;7-am arivu&lt;/a&gt; (i.e., seventh sense) kinda made a lot of sense. It set the expectation quite high up and also gave an insight onto what is about to come. The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kalarippayattu"&gt;Kalaripayattu&lt;/a&gt; stunt scenes are brilliantly taken. The raising dust &amp;amp; the body-language of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt; is a treat to watch. Also these scenes gave a very ethereal feel to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt;'s role &amp;amp; what to expect from the modern-day &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt;'s character. When this sequence ends, the movie stops to make sense. But the audience are unaware until a lot into the rest of the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lights &amp;amp; Camera&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zfDCT7Yky0/Tqxuq4tOfLI/AAAAAAAALZs/iWFxOXlmUBo/s1600/7am-Arivu-002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zfDCT7Yky0/Tqxuq4tOfLI/AAAAAAAALZs/iWFxOXlmUBo/s200/7am-Arivu-002.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The very thin &amp;amp; heavy built&lt;br /&gt;look not very different!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You gotta give it to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ravi_K._Chandran"&gt;Ravi K. Chandran&lt;/a&gt; for a very technical work. Nice work. The lights and the angle has been typical of his work. Very right. He has shown &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shruti_Haasan"&gt;Shruti Hasan&lt;/a&gt; extremely beautiful. There are moments/scenes in the movie where you will blown over by the gorgeous beauty and the pretty face of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shruti_Haasan"&gt;Shruti Hasan&lt;/a&gt;. All thanks to Ravi Chandran to have captured it that way. She is a very very thin slim svelte gal and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt; is hard &amp;amp; very masculine. Also &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shruti_Haasan"&gt;Shruti Hasan&lt;/a&gt; is, at least, 2~3 inches taller than &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt;. But, on screen, when they are together you never find the difference in height &amp;amp; hardly figure out the difference in their size. The angles Ravi Chandran has chosen should go into the textbooks of cinematographers as reference on how to counter-act the physical difference between the lead with technology &amp;amp; acute sense and understanding of camera angles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4UItbZzVvc/Tqx67DUcImI/AAAAAAAALaE/u7A89t9iBKc/s1600/7aum-Arivu-005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4UItbZzVvc/Tqx67DUcImI/AAAAAAAALaE/u7A89t9iBKc/s200/7aum-Arivu-005.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visuals were at its best&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also his lights was on spot. I liked a few nice touches like when &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt; is on the bike he had lit his face and just about the right amount. Also the blue serial lights to light up the insides of the SUV driven by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Tri_Nguyen"&gt;Jhonny Tri Nguyen&lt;/a&gt;, the villian, was fascinating and beautiful to watch. Well, after all he has been around for nearly 20 years and he has given the world of cinematography some fantabulous scintillating work in the recent past, so nothing unexpected from him. All said, this definitely deserves mention, there is a particular song (a slow sad song after the break-up) which is a visual treat. Watch out for that song. Brilliant settings. Great lights. Awesome costume (simple). That song's visuals were, for me, the best moments of the movie. Classy. Colorful. Soulful. Experimental. That song was a photographers' delight. One can learn still photography by just watching that song. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Subtitles&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie has subtitles all through the movie. It sounded a bit optimistic. Were &lt;a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._R._Murugadoss&gt;AR&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; team thinking of releasing this movie to English speaking audience? Really? Has Indian films (esp Tamil movies) grown up to that? Hmm.. I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shoes&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I loved the different variants of shoes &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt; wore. Very colorful and vibrant. I wish I could own a few of those pairs. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess that's it. I can't think of any more good points for the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pain points.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suriya's performance&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You should have got an idea when I listed subtitles &amp;amp; shoes in the highlight of the film! :-) The performance was not great. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt; did NOT do a BAD job! But I have seen far better performances from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oG1G3kb5Lk/Tqx1XfAFhDI/AAAAAAAALZ4/Ml7iG1-5yUM/s1600/7am-arivu-003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oG1G3kb5Lk/Tqx1XfAFhDI/AAAAAAAALZ4/Ml7iG1-5yUM/s400/7am-arivu-003.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgettable performance from Shruti&lt;br /&gt;Not his best by Surya&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is one actor who gives his best in ANY film but I wonder why he did not here. For one he did not receive much support (or any support, I should say) from his lead-lady (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shruti_Haasan"&gt;Shruti Hasan&lt;/a&gt;) but that has not stopped him from performing in the past. He is, typically, a one-man machine that churns out brilliant performance. But he failed me miserably; went with a lot of hope of watching this bugger spew out another classic performance. His role did not have the depth other than Bodhi Dharman part. A very shallow role &amp;amp; he could not add colors to it either. A guy who has been cheated by the gal he thought loved him too just 2 days ago would not go spending his entire day with her however serious the pretext be! But &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt;'s character does! How?! Unbelievable! No wonder &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt; could not do justice to his role. Ever since that scene &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt; never looked his powerful self on screen. Probably he never believed in that part but did it anyways. He probably lost belief in character. Never the less, his performance was NOT forgetful but not worth mentioning either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shruti Hassan&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bloody hell! What is wrong with her? Has she ever seen her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamal_Haasan"&gt;pa&lt;/a&gt; acting or her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarika"&gt;mother&lt;/a&gt;'s work or even her pa's current muse's (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gouthami_Tadimalla"&gt;Gouthami&lt;/a&gt;) performance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9MBZ5t3RWU/TqyDkGh_oYI/AAAAAAAALaQ/XfClK7BNEeI/s1600/7aum-Arivu-006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9MBZ5t3RWU/TqyDkGh_oYI/AAAAAAAALaQ/XfClK7BNEeI/s200/7aum-Arivu-006.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous but at unease&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;At least, her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siddharth_Narayan"&gt;ex-live-in-boy-friend&lt;/a&gt;'s acting prowess would have been enough for her to do a decent job in this movie. The theme of the movie was about tapping ancestral talents and benefiting from it. If only &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shruti_Haasan"&gt;Shruti Hasan&lt;/a&gt; can tap her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamal_Haasan"&gt;father&lt;/a&gt;'s talent she would be burning the screen with her scorching presence and brilliant acting. This is my first film of hers and I was mightily disappointed. She looked so uneasy in the first half. She was slightly okay in the 2nd half but by which time we were bored of her. She can't act for nuts. And, her voice! Oh, please! You are in a movie that promotes being a Tamilian &amp;amp; in fact, proud of being one and her tamil is forgettable to say the least. She should have asked for a dubbing or at least the director should have enforced it. She is hot, I give that to her. She should try &amp;amp; get comfortable in her own skin and be confident of her presence on screen. In his hero-centric industry, unless the heroine has a strong screen presence she has no chance of a future. And, yeah, sit with your &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamal_Haasan"&gt;papa&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; learn some skills. If you have already then put it to some use. We love your &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamal_Haasan"&gt;papa&lt;/a&gt; and do justice to his fans like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Songs &amp;amp; love story&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boy! Boy! Another great let down. As I am typing this I am listening to Vaseegara song from Minnale movie. The killer song. In my opinion his best best so far. And, I can't believe it is the same music director who has composed songs for this movie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGhrHJIWeg0/TqyEfBhhinI/AAAAAAAALac/toFowy1m5ro/s1600/7aum-Arivu-004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGhrHJIWeg0/TqyEfBhhinI/AAAAAAAALac/toFowy1m5ro/s320/7aum-Arivu-004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No songs stood in mind &amp;amp; timing was terrible&lt;br /&gt;More over, non-existent love story&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harris_Jayaraj"&gt;Harris Jayraj&lt;/a&gt; has not given any such numbers in this movie. I had not heard any song from this movie prior to watching the movie and I came out of the cinema hall without remembering even one song from the movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That apart, except for the introduction song of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt; not a single song made any sense in its timing. The songs came in randomly. They are running away from a killer hot on their pursuit and they are having a romantic song!!! For christ sake, &lt;a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._R._Murugadoss&gt;AR&lt;/a&gt; get your reins together and put a practical jigsaw puzzle together. Also the love story was very very very very shallow is what I would say if I am very generous &amp;amp; extremely nice to the director. If I have to put my actual thoughts my blogger id would be blocked for ever! Giving partial importance to the love story, the director lost the track of the original intention of the movie. The worst part is he hasn't done justice to the love story either. In essence, it is a mesh of mess created by a very unclear director. Why did he get confused by the non-existent love-story is unclear to me. When such talented directors go hay-wire &amp;amp; confused the state of the future tamil movies is not consistent! Unless consistent these talented young directors can never fill up the void left by the yesteryear's trio - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kailasam_Balachander"&gt;Balachander&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bharatirajaa"&gt;Bharatirajaa&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balumahendra"&gt;Balu Mahendra&lt;/a&gt;. Waiting for such talents to revitalize tamil film industry. We need no flash in the pan. We need consistent folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stunts&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a let down this was! What makes the stunts team to think a badly done graphic sequence would convince the audience or even have an impact on the audience? Esp when the cars were flying like pigeons one-after another for over 10 minutes? The stunts were lame! The flying cars. The hypnotized strangers having an expression like one of the zombies from Resident Evil series. When you got somebody like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Tri_Nguyen"&gt;Johnny Tri Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; use him. Sweat him out. Don't just parade him. He is supremely talented and extremely flexible. The stunts could have been beyond belief of Indian cinema if only they has used him. What a waste of talent. Any unknown Chinese guy roaming on the Indian streets could have done what he did in this movie. Finally when he gets his due chance to fist-fight it out with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt; the fight sequence was... to say the best... worthless of even &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suriya_(actor)"&gt;Suriya&lt;/a&gt;'s stature let alone a Hollywood stunt double's stature. All &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Tri_Nguyen"&gt;Johnny Tri Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; was doing was ramp-walking. Staring at people with a slight tilted head. Walk with an expression as if he is God. Man, he is a stunt double, if you ask him to jump of a cliff without a shute he would do and still be intact to do further stunts. Grr... Couldn't stand him staring people in the name of hypnotism. Can't believe this is the same stunt director who choreographed super awesome stunts in Ghajini not far in the past! &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Hein"&gt;Peter Hein&lt;/a&gt; dude, what's wrong with you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;In other words, folks please please please keep off this movie. Not worth the money. You can watch it once. Sitting at home. Definitely not worth going to the cinema hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are wondering what was the other movie I saw &amp;amp; mentioned in the header? It is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/7G_Rainbow_Colony"&gt;7/G Rainbow Colony&lt;/a&gt;. I loved it. It was perfect. Not much of mess by the director &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selvaraghavan"&gt;Selvaraghavan&lt;/a&gt;. He knew what he is doing. Not a single wasted song. Not a single useless scene. Perfect. Despite very bad acting by the leads (arguably, the lead actor did a great job bcoz the character was such) yet the director gave his best. Needless to say, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuvan_Shankar_Raja"&gt;Yuvan Shankar Raja&lt;/a&gt; gave his best in that movie. 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We cry. We need support. We love. We miss. We are what we are. Here I am throwing in my growing frustration into words &amp;amp; hoping it would cure me and 'man' me up! :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This ain't a take on any one nor a sarcastic hit on my ex(s) but just words to my current flow of thoughts. Appreciate if you can but I ain't taking anything negative on this one! Not in a mood, you see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLlGrflFQvg/TlapXz8T5UI/AAAAAAAALWU/ESkmBb5cdfY/s1600/cry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLlGrflFQvg/TlapXz8T5UI/AAAAAAAALWU/ESkmBb5cdfY/s200/cry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silent as tears rolls the inner abyss deepens&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;At times in life, we pause the run, look back and realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;its more chaotic &amp;amp; unpredictable than a pair of rolling dice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Every aspect of my life has seen its share of low &amp;amp; high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But love is the pain that leaves me empty, parched &amp;amp; dry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...can someone share a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;shoulder for me to cry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am creative, sensitive, funny n jolly to be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;well... but that's not good enough is what I just found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;my care, understanding is needed when you down, out n sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;but when it comes to loving me I am just shown the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...is there anyone who can love me &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;shoulder my cry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCzW8n9CJxw/TlaqL3P2Y_I/AAAAAAAALWY/V1WdQIhRtRE/s1600/cry-baby-cry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCzW8n9CJxw/TlaqL3P2Y_I/AAAAAAAALWY/V1WdQIhRtRE/s200/cry-baby-cry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Need an understanding shoulder to feel human&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;Thanks for being born&lt;/i&gt;" I was told after years together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;Naah! This is not working&lt;/i&gt;" I was slapped 3 days later;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;without warning my best birthday turned into worst nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a cold eerie darkness loomed over me as stood alone here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...waiting for some generous one to lend &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;shoulder my cry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For a real long time loneliness has been my only partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;so much so that when people come next to me I shudder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ain't easy to look normal when the abyss inside tears you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It doesn't help when people who like you are less than a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...wondering if my destiny includes a gal who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;shoulder my cry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pN6C5U7yVI/TlarxLfP3mI/AAAAAAAALWc/dKHf7llnWb8/s1600/loneliness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pN6C5U7yVI/TlarxLfP3mI/AAAAAAAALWc/dKHf7llnWb8/s320/loneliness.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lonely as I walk through the desert of my life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In deep sleep, I suddenly heard GOD say: &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Sins of the past!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I woke up with tears mixing with sweat to say: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;End it fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He vanished with a smile that said: &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;No end to your loneliness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Suddenly some clarity about my destiny, more or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Realized there ain't none who can love &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;shoulder my cry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This I am penning to tend my deepest heart-felt apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to all those "&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Sorry-can't-love-even-when-forced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" lovely ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I fought with you for not loving me bcoz I thought I had a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stupid me! I just learned that I am legless moron wanting to dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks for not agreeing to &lt;u style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;shoulder my cry&lt;/u&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/12442085-3104562764831560540?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3104562764831560540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=3104562764831560540&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/3104562764831560540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/3104562764831560540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2011/08/shoulder-my-cry.html' title='Shoulder my cry'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLlGrflFQvg/TlapXz8T5UI/AAAAAAAALWU/ESkmBb5cdfY/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-7199896583988285390</id><published>2011-05-25T00:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:59:59.279+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><title type='text'>Marriage - why do we fear it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;hr size="3" style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sudden uncontrolled feeling to pen my current state of mind. My current thoughts. My current perspective. My current opinion. About marriage and why we say 'no' to it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size="3" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lets  face the fact, marriage is one word which has an universal bag of mixed  responses. Every one is entitled to an opinion. Sometimes it is their  own. Most times it is a borrowed concept. But all the time (almost all  the time) it is the in-style statement. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A "No" to marriage is in vogue&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Why? Typical responses are -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;C'mon man! One person for life? Kidding me?!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dude, I am not cut-out to be a marriage material&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am yet to settle down, bro&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Still so much to achieve, yo! Not yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;i style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am happy the way I am, buddy&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the best, in my list)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the underlying truth, I think, is "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;i style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The  fear of unknown. The fear of change. The fear of 'what if.' The fear of  losing control over your life or rather sharing control with another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear of "unknown"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SD4GzIgkMRM/TdtxDMf5xdI/AAAAAAAALRc/tjnHWhdxzJs/s1600/runaway+groom.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SD4GzIgkMRM/TdtxDMf5xdI/AAAAAAAALRc/tjnHWhdxzJs/s200/runaway+groom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fear of 'unknown'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Needless  to say, so was I. I was also scared of this ultimate 'sharing' of  myself with another &amp;amp; more scared of sharing their life with  mine. Actually, I am still scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;What has the future in store for me? for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I will not change myself after marriage....... should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I will not be able to spend time with myself after marriage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I do not know what is her true-self!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Okay, now you want me to forcefully start a relationship with someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;(if its an arranged marriage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These are the manifestations of the '&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;fear of unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;' It is something that plagues many minds. Quite a few can overcome these with an optimistic outlook but never the less they exists. And, when it comes to marriage (&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;esp in India, where marrying more than once is still frowned upon&lt;/i&gt;) these questions can screw up a perfectly positive mind because everyone wants to take these decisions only once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear of "what-if"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other biggest fear. The other mighty beast to conquer before the final step. The other biggest set of questions that cloud our mind from thinking clearly. The question that begins with 'what-if'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nhj1qIoGfO8/Tdv1Ay2G9iI/AAAAAAAALR8/YP9iX_wcFKk/s1600/what-if.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nhj1qIoGfO8/Tdv1Ay2G9iI/AAAAAAAALR8/YP9iX_wcFKk/s200/what-if.jpg" width="122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What if I am a mess and so is she, can you guess what would happen if we both get together?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What if it does not work out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What if we were _NOT_ meant to be with each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What if I am not able to share my feelings with her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What if....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What if....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What if....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Is it even possible to find answers for these questions? &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is it even possible to stop these questions from cropping inside you? The fear of 'what if' is probably the most difficult one to over-come, I would concur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other fears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dlR-TqGFVBw/Tdv-_ttdASI/AAAAAAAALSA/JGyXH4pY6RU/s1600/fear-face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dlR-TqGFVBw/Tdv-_ttdASI/AAAAAAAALSA/JGyXH4pY6RU/s200/fear-face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;fear&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I can go on &amp;amp; on about the various similar fears within us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;fear of change&lt;/b&gt; and the reluctance to break out of comfort zone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;fear of additional of responsibility&lt;/b&gt;. well, we don't fear responsibility but the sudden u-turn in our life esp from a responsibility perspective is not welcome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;fear of failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. the innumerable divorces around &amp;amp; (in many cases) the past relationships have introduced a fear of failure inside us. Why would we bang onto a wall head-first when we know its gonna pain? Though this time it might not be a hard-wall but a soft-cushion but we don't wanna take the risk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;fear of uncomfortable home&lt;/b&gt;. having seen/heard parents fight &amp;amp; argue so much sometimes being alone seem a better option.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finally, &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;that-other-girl-is-hot-I-shall-wait option&lt;/b&gt;. This is just an add-on! More like a feature a few guys seem to come with. Actually, its a fictitious idea occupies a guy's head! :-) &lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The girl in the office is hot &amp;amp; smiles at me, may be I might hit a relationship with her. I shall wait. Or that girl I saw at the shopping mall is nice, I shall... Or that girl I was introduced to... Or that girl... Or that girl...&lt;/i&gt; this need not necessarily be a reason to avoid marriage but, yeah, men are crazy! :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so on &amp;amp; so forth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I" in front eye clouds the "V"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enHnzE_Kfdo/TdvtxFjMxaI/AAAAAAAALR0/fVPex-qrD9s/s1600/selfish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enHnzE_Kfdo/TdvtxFjMxaI/AAAAAAAALR0/fVPex-qrD9s/s200/selfish.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perspective of "I"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But,  all of the above are from a very selfish perspective. From the  perspective called 'I'. As long as we are looking through the "I" glass  all of the above are well accepted and understood. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;As long as "I" stands in front of our eyes, the above manifestations are valid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and need to be addressed at the very earliest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This "perspective of I" would always plague us, wouldn't it? We cannot let go of it, for it is a born quality in men. But, unless we let go of this ego-centric view of life, we will never be able to share life with a girl. The unconditional love would remain fictitious as long as "I" plagues our thoughts. But then thats bachelorhood. The "I." The "me." The "self." But, the question is - &lt;u&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000;"&gt;is the 'perspective of I' the major factor or are we giving it more importance than it deserves?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Is there more than just this that stops us from committing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet marriage happens!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6OWeRxr3rs/TdwGmnWdhQI/AAAAAAAALSE/mbUg0WA50a4/s1600/ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6OWeRxr3rs/TdwGmnWdhQI/AAAAAAAALSE/mbUg0WA50a4/s200/ring.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If this was to be the case...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...if everybody is looking through the 'perspective of I'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...if everybody is bothered and concerned only about themselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...if everybody is self-centered....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...if everybody is not ready to sacrifice the freedom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...if everybody is bound by the fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How are marriages happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;u style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shouldn't marriage be an extinct ritual of the cave-men?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Logically &amp;amp; in theory, yes but reality shines light in different direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  In fact, totally in the opposite direction. Marriages do happen. In  fact, successful marriages are still aplenty. Including, the so called,  more-advanced western countries, marriages have not lost its sheen. How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mind wandered....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...for days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...for weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...for months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...for over an year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And, still it is not home-bound with an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The journey continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-7199896583988285390?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7199896583988285390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=7199896583988285390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7199896583988285390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7199896583988285390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2011/05/marriage-why-do-we-fear-it.html' title='Marriage - why do we fear it?'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SD4GzIgkMRM/TdtxDMf5xdI/AAAAAAAALRc/tjnHWhdxzJs/s72-c/runaway+groom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-8839311492692318607</id><published>2009-08-18T18:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:34:51.916+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakwas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Miss myself! :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;After roaming all over the mind &amp;amp; realizing that nothing productive can come up by worrying. I just realized I am not being myself!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I rolled back a few years &amp;amp; ran thro' my mental diary in search of the 'lost me'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... I was very carefree! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(What does that mean, I don't even rmmbr now!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... I was very cool &amp;amp; unperturbed! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Does such a state exists now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... I was irresponsible! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Such a lovely feeling to be so?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... I was crazy yet creative! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Now I have to think so much even to type one sentence! :-( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... I was productive!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(In more than one ways! ;-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... I was flirtatious!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Gone are those days of fantasies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... I was intelligent!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Now I pick the calculator for 51 * 49!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally the most important,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... I had a life!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(My current state of affair: Where can I buy that? Do I get discount?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;I NEED MY LIFE BACK!!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-8839311492692318607?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8839311492692318607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=8839311492692318607&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/8839311492692318607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/8839311492692318607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-myself.html' title='Miss myself! :-('/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-7965053685046011813</id><published>2009-05-29T04:28:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:49:35.773+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Beauty of a stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Ever traveled hoping to meet the same stranger again? Ever thanked your lucky stars for do so? Ever wondered how would you react when you meet the stranger you were only _hoping_ to meet?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chennai-Bangalore, a route I am way too familiar&lt;br /&gt;traveled a zillion times between, year after year;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever sit next to me, be it a virgin or a nun&lt;br /&gt;its always been a boring lonely journey with no fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I had no clue of the wonderful impending events&lt;br /&gt;when I boarded the train, as usual, at Cantonment;&lt;br /&gt;After a game, a bottle of water, 2 tea &amp; lost sleep&lt;br /&gt;We disembarked with loads of memories to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When train stopped so did our friendship, or so I thought&lt;br /&gt;ever heard - "&lt;I&gt;Travel ends but the journey does not&lt;/I&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;God showed how mysterious HE can get, exactly a day later&lt;br /&gt;when she walked right next to me looking beautiful &amp; better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I thank my lucky stars or just accept the unexpected?&lt;br /&gt;I was so full of pleasant shock, I was truly dumb-founded;&lt;br /&gt;The sheer joy of meeting the same beautiful stranger, again,&lt;br /&gt;is like wetting your feet in puddle during pre-monsoon rain! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second chance is the request from GOD: "&lt;I&gt;Son, its time to act&lt;/I&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;so didn't miss dropping her @ her place &amp; picking her contact!&lt;br /&gt;Exchanged views, numbers, sms-es, giggles, laughters &amp; smiles&lt;br /&gt;with memories of that day, to meet her I would walk miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penning this down @ 4 in the morning, missing my sleep&lt;br /&gt;for the impressions formed are way down deep&lt;br /&gt;Stranger no more she is to me, but I will send this to her&lt;br /&gt;just to tell her how wonderful was the "&lt;B&gt;BEAUTY OF THIS STRANGER&lt;/B&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-7965053685046011813?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7965053685046011813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=7965053685046011813&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7965053685046011813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7965053685046011813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-of-stranger.html' title='Beauty of a stranger'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-6572246383296620792</id><published>2009-04-30T02:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:58:02.602+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where do I start? How do I start?</title><content type='html'>The long hiatus from creativity &amp; my poems&lt;br /&gt;is like a leech crawling under the skin;&lt;br /&gt;I am itching to restart my journey with words&lt;br /&gt;but.. where do I start? how do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of penning about my perennial thought,&lt;br /&gt;Olive &amp; my life revolving around her;&lt;br /&gt;The more I ponder over this I keep wondering&lt;br /&gt;where do I start? how do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I start with something... anything&lt;br /&gt;few rhymic words to read, to hum or to sing&lt;br /&gt;I took up my pen &amp; paper and then I wondered&lt;br /&gt;where do I start? how do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to restart once stopped&lt;br /&gt;Its not difficult to resign mid-way&lt;br /&gt;"Inertia," they say but all I ask is&lt;br /&gt;where do I start? how do I start?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-6572246383296620792?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6572246383296620792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=6572246383296620792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6572246383296620792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6572246383296620792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-do-i-start-how-do-i-start.html' title='Where do I start? How do I start?'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-6191470249728422891</id><published>2008-12-07T22:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:04:31.526+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Happy Bday Olive</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Today would have been one of my best days in life. But that not be the case decided destiny! Olive decided I am not important in her life &amp; so be it said I. Tomorrow is her bday &amp; I cannot call her! :-) If I could have then I would have given her a bunch of her fav flowers &amp; read this poem as the clock strike 00:00hrs!! Probably on my knees! :-) The romantic in me does not have job now!!! :-D Anyways, if she ever reads this blog here is my chance to reach out to her.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in a lonely desert spanning miles &amp; miles&lt;br /&gt;a mere thought of you brings joy &amp; smiles;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty, the charm &amp; the twinkling eyes&lt;br /&gt;would melt hearts like a bucket of ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sashay along with a smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;like a ballet dancer full of élan &amp; grace;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty &amp; force of love is so strong &amp; pure&lt;br /&gt;even Aphrodite would feel vulnerable &amp; insecure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undying confidence &amp; a strong sense of individuality&lt;br /&gt;form the biggest forces behind your personality;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the strength &amp; determination deep inside you&lt;br /&gt;even GODs &amp; world would conspire to help you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the occasion of your 21st birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to say 'MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY'&lt;br /&gt;With this 'I shall bid adieu to you'&lt;br /&gt;by saying 'MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-6191470249728422891?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6191470249728422891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=6191470249728422891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6191470249728422891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6191470249728422891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-bday-olive.html' title='Happy Bday Olive'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-482012525961682133</id><published>2008-12-04T11:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:56:32.321+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>move on....</title><content type='html'>The world talks about moving on! "&lt;i&gt;Move on, man, else you are wasting time!&lt;/i&gt;" For me it is easily said than done. But, if the whole world is in chaos &amp; your chaos seem lesser importance than theirs. And, if the whole world can move on then better you do too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble of moving on is to shatter the dreams that you have built. My Olive once spoke to me about dreams &amp; how important to guard it against breakages. And, guess what, she was the one who shatter most of my dreams all the way! :-) I guess life works that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I believe in '&lt;b&gt;ALL FOR GOOD&lt;/b&gt;' and I know what is happening is for my good. The only trouble with this philosophy is the state of mind to accept it. It is easy to believe in philosophy but acceptance is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah, I cannot stay on&lt;br /&gt;for I need to move on;&lt;br /&gt;life awaits with much surprises&lt;br /&gt;new one after every time sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could have a friend along&lt;br /&gt;to fend off troubles all along&lt;br /&gt;but life, sometimes, throws you alone&lt;br /&gt;to work on your sins &amp; to atone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-482012525961682133?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/482012525961682133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=482012525961682133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/482012525961682133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/482012525961682133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/12/move-on.html' title='move on....'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-7230932977908415459</id><published>2008-11-09T18:31:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:56:26.358+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SRbk1WLbTCI/AAAAAAAAFNk/Qzl74ostHkk/s1600-h/old-man-1-1000x1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SRbk1WLbTCI/AAAAAAAAFNk/Qzl74ostHkk/s200/old-man-1-1000x1500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266648419394079778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am crying out and waiting, lacking all the patience, for that call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask why so emotional these days? Why so troubled? Why so struggled? I have only one thing to say - try. Try living with expectations and expectations not being met. Try living with expectations, which was met earlier but not met anymore. It is a great time of your life. The pain is unbearable. The pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, is there any thing more worst? Yeah, I will say yes. I will have to say yes only bcoz of my belief. My belief in the history. The history of the current situation is great. If the same trend continues the worst is still not yet in the horizon. I am yet to face the gravest of the troubles and have to crosses the hardest of the hurdles. I am bloody freaking sure that the hardest part of this entire episode is probably just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I come out of unscathed?! Great if I can. But, I am sure I can't bcoz I am already half bruised and half handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a nice phrase from my friend - 'Let Go. Let God.' I just pray to God.... nah! not pray but command God to gimme the strengths to fight the fight. Run the Race. Finish the game, at least a matured bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-7230932977908415459?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7230932977908415459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=7230932977908415459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7230932977908415459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7230932977908415459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is it worth it?'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SRbk1WLbTCI/AAAAAAAAFNk/Qzl74ostHkk/s72-c/old-man-1-1000x1500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1799456132017496422</id><published>2008-10-06T15:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:46:02.084+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>fish Vs boat</title><content type='html'>bored to hell I am, frustrated to the limits,&lt;br /&gt;wondering where my life is planning 2 take me;&lt;br /&gt;realization struck like bolt of lightening -&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;b&gt;does the fish know where the waves lead them?&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;well, fishes don't but the boat does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choices are with us - boat Vs fish;&lt;br /&gt;fish lets the wave decide its course,&lt;br /&gt;boat uses the wave for its course;&lt;br /&gt;the choice is not a split-second decision&lt;br /&gt;but a life-time commitment &amp; a life-line too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the choice decides our final destination&lt;br /&gt;or is it our destination that maketh the choice?&lt;br /&gt;wish for some clarity and some guidance&lt;br /&gt;but, as always, clarity comes with the choice&lt;br /&gt;and guidance comes with the destination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;b&gt;welcome to life, it sucks &amp; you'll love it&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;said, Monica Geller, of F.R.I.E.N.D.S fame;&lt;br /&gt;then i laughed; now i cry &amp; being laughed at;&lt;br /&gt;i ask not for help to choose for i find it selfish&lt;br /&gt;but still choices hangs over head - boat Vs fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbearable pain crawls deep inside the heart&lt;br /&gt;want the comfort and the medicine of my love&lt;br /&gt;irony as it might sound, but truth it is&lt;br /&gt;that my love caused this pain only it can heal!&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;b&gt;Love hurts,&lt;/b&gt;' said Victor M. Garcia Jr. I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices are to play the '&lt;i&gt;freedom&lt;/i&gt;' fish -&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;b&gt;go by the current &amp; leave the past behind&lt;/b&gt;';&lt;br /&gt;or to play the '&lt;i&gt;never-give-up&lt;/i&gt;' boat -&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;b&gt;understand the current &amp; steer to victory&lt;/b&gt;';&lt;br /&gt;Either case, it hurts &amp; I could use some tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Easy way out? Fish! fish! fish!&lt;/i&gt;" says devil;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Best way out? Boat! Boat! Boat!&lt;/i&gt;" says angel;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I should choose the boat &amp; row my way out&lt;br /&gt;but I don't have ability 2 understand the current&lt;br /&gt;neither do i know anything about rowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting here, i choose to row &amp; fight out&lt;br /&gt;but fear creeps in; failure looms large;&lt;br /&gt;are they real or imaginary fear &amp; failure?&lt;br /&gt;I know not! But, my sure-footed steps tumble!&lt;br /&gt;I better pick up else i will go down rumbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my efforts realize success&lt;br /&gt;but right now, the current is incomprehensible&lt;br /&gt;the oars are missing &amp; I don't know swimming!&lt;br /&gt;But I chose &amp; will stick to it; I just pray&lt;br /&gt;i am capable to participate in this game of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-1799456132017496422?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1799456132017496422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=1799456132017496422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1799456132017496422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1799456132017496422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/10/fish-vs-boat.html' title='fish Vs boat'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-4606604719539608957</id><published>2008-10-05T00:29:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:55:26.192+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>waiting for the call....</title><content type='html'>Yeah, today is the cultural day and the organizer is my close friend. I wished. I wished for the success of the event, as always. All these years I have been wishing and my wishes were received with joy. I think it was received this year too with the same joy. I just hope and think but I don't know. How can I know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the answer lies on the call. If I get a call regarding how the event went then yeah, my wishes were worth it... no actually, i wished, any case! I mean, I genuinely, wished. I always wished success. In fact, I still wish only success. I am not evaluating my intention of wishes based on the responses. So, I should not check the worthiness of my wishes based on response. But, then all these years I received great response. I am waiting for the same this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collegecandy.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/phone-call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.collegecandy.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/phone-call.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response till now! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the trouble bcoz I am waiting or bcoz I am expecting? I love to hear what had happened today at the event. Every details of it. Everything... I mean, every little things. But, will I get the call?! Will my interests &amp; joy-in-hearing-the-success-stories be will honored? Probably, I will get a call tomorrow. May be not! I know, I am supposed to keep a cool head &amp; continue with my way of life but I am not able to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! damn this life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still freaking waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Update&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: still waiting... my life is turning to be interesting... I am not sure if I would get the call.. And, I am still not sure how to react though I don't want to react... oh! damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-4606604719539608957?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4606604719539608957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=4606604719539608957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4606604719539608957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4606604719539608957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting-for-call.html' title='waiting for the call....'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-4055463286791606634</id><published>2008-09-29T12:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:55:27.702+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>what do you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LbHdIhfwSc/R9yTF1Ul72I/AAAAAAAAAQk/8YFeh9QjQO8/s320/108.+I+Don%27t+Know+What+To+Do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LbHdIhfwSc/R9yTF1Ul72I/AAAAAAAAAQk/8YFeh9QjQO8/s320/108.+I+Don%27t+Know+What+To+Do.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;The big question is "&lt;b&gt;What do you do?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you miss somebody so much?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when suddenly the life line is removed?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the reason for your happiness is no more with you?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when your happy factor gives so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are not able to bear the pain?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you want to inflict physical pain just to remove the emotional pain?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the one thing you want in this life is not interested in being a part of you?&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fucking hell, what the heck would one do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;The big question is "&lt;b&gt;What can you do?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-4055463286791606634?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4055463286791606634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=4055463286791606634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4055463286791606634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4055463286791606634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-do-you-do.html' title='what do you do?'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LbHdIhfwSc/R9yTF1Ul72I/AAAAAAAAAQk/8YFeh9QjQO8/s72-c/108.+I+Don%27t+Know+What+To+Do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-3921198355041263745</id><published>2008-09-20T20:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:21:26.667+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>will the world conspire for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thereader.com/read/data/upimages/1502booked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://thereader.com/read/data/upimages/1502booked.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have heard/read the most famous statement in one of the Paulo Coelho's book 'The Alchemist' and the statement goes thus - "&lt;b&gt;When you really want something to happen, the whole universe conspires so that your wish comes true.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well isn't this great? If this can happen always then it is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is &lt;b&gt;can it happen to me&lt;/b&gt;?! Ever?! Well, a good question. Guess the answer is obvious. Yes, it will. Actually, it can! It will provided that I am as desperate as I can get. Am I as desperate? Well, yes and no! I am desperate to go back in time but I am also angry at the things are right now. So, right now, my head is filled with clashes between the past &amp; the present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With clash at its peak &amp; worst, how can i think of a future? More over, how can I be desperate about my future?! Interesting, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I can somehow settle my thoughts &amp; focus on what I need, may be! Just may be, I can get this Coelho's thesis come true. I can somehow get the whole world to conspire to fulfill my wish! But for that I need make some changes... in me! I need to focus &amp; get the best out of me! For which, I hope GOD has given me the strengths to tackle my inner fears &amp; over come them. If HE has not then HE better give me! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-3921198355041263745?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3921198355041263745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=3921198355041263745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/3921198355041263745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/3921198355041263745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-heardread-most-famous-statement-in.html' title='will the world conspire for me?'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1261366889422363551</id><published>2008-09-15T10:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:03:11.365+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>...it pains!</title><content type='html'>When things don't go right,&lt;br /&gt;when people you trust don't respond&lt;br /&gt;the way we want;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things don't go right,&lt;br /&gt;when times seem as difficult&lt;br /&gt;as it can get;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things don't go right,&lt;br /&gt;when past seem very painful&lt;br /&gt;though it was pleasure then;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is it bad to expect the end of world?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-1261366889422363551?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1261366889422363551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=1261366889422363551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1261366889422363551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1261366889422363551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-pains.html' title='...it pains!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-4879499283768933892</id><published>2008-09-10T10:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:16:25.475+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>....it hurts a lot more!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What is the most difficult thing in the whole life?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most simplest thing is the most difficult thing. Confusing right?! Thats life, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult stuff is to give/provide what the whole relationship is based on. For instance, friendship is based on trust &amp; support, the most difficult thing is to give friend the unconditional support &amp; trust. Similarly, Love is based on space &amp; time given to each other and the most difficult thing is to give love that much need space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both case, it is very very painful to give without gaining much! I struggling and in near psychological-trauma trying to give. But, guess what, I have decided to give. Let us see if I can get back what I almost lost - Friendship &amp; Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-4879499283768933892?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4879499283768933892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=4879499283768933892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4879499283768933892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4879499283768933892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-hurts-lot-more.html' title='....it hurts a lot more!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-4189442641520327784</id><published>2008-09-07T19:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:06:17.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>.... it hurts</title><content type='html'>Some times... the life turns interesting.. it takes all that it gave and it gives back all that you don't want... it shows the path which you want to forget.. it opens the doors that you never knew existed.. Well thats life in short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you think cannot happen will happen.. what you think should not happen will definitely happen.. what you want to happen will evade you like none before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of doing something next weekend and I am sure the thing called life will definitely give an interesting twist the entire show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us see how Swami handles this &amp; me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-4189442641520327784?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4189442641520327784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=4189442641520327784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4189442641520327784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4189442641520327784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-hurts.html' title='.... it hurts'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-355382877212596178</id><published>2008-06-26T16:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:08:39.176+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;i was chatting with my friend and this suddenly came to my mind..&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most interesting portion of life is pride&lt;br /&gt;it appears like a wonderful ride&lt;br /&gt;it takes us up and up of the tide&lt;br /&gt;until the time when we fall and have no place to hide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-355382877212596178?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/355382877212596178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=355382877212596178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/355382877212596178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/355382877212596178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/06/pride.html' title='pride'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-4829308892025470776</id><published>2008-05-06T12:22:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:55:28.401+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>meet the spartans - a piece of sh*t!</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;this saturday was my black-saturday. I happened to watch this sorry movie called '&lt;a href="http://www.meetthespartans.com/"&gt;MEET THE SPARTAN.&lt;/a&gt;' This is my back-lash @ the director. I am also joining the zillions across the globe who have questioned the existence of the film makers&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SCAfoHGmjiI/AAAAAAAADhI/boJ4H_ruvgM/s1600-h/meet-spartans-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SCAfoHGmjiI/AAAAAAAADhI/boJ4H_ruvgM/s320/meet-spartans-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197188743947521570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, I had loads of expectation as I was picking up the tickets for this movie. I expected it to be, to say the least, partially interesting. The movie started on a decent note. Spoofing the wild-wolf with '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happy_Feet"&gt;happy feet&lt;/a&gt;' famed penguin. We kinda enjoyed these scenes esp the spoof of the depiction. (&lt;i&gt;Remember, the shadow play of the young Leonidas piercing the spear into the throat of the wild-wolf&lt;/i&gt;) The shadow was very aptly spoofed here. The subsequent scenes of him picking the wife (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmen_Electra"&gt;Carmen Elektra&lt;/a&gt;) is also fine. In fact, King Leonidas(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sean_Maguire"&gt;Sean Maguire&lt;/a&gt;) training his son is also a very hilarious compilation. Probably the only best sequence of the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SCAhU3GmjjI/AAAAAAAADhQ/s-tcmym-DMU/s1600-h/meet-the-spartan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SCAhU3GmjjI/AAAAAAAADhQ/s-tcmym-DMU/s320/meet-the-spartan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197190612258295346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then starts the trouble. They hit on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britney_Spears"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/a&gt;! Why? Why? Poor Britney is, even when left to herself, in shambles! Hitting on her was not sending any laugh-vibes! In fact, a brief touch on Britney's subject might have been tolerable but giving her more than a minute of screen-space in an 80-mins movie is ridiculous. Then a hit of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_Federline"&gt;K-Fed&lt;/a&gt;. Boy! Boy! Why? It sounded like the film-makers lacked the subjects to hit upon. This scene was spoofing the famous-kick by King Leonida when the Persian messenger insults the queen. I could not understand what K-Fed, Britney Spears, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryan_Seacrest"&gt;Ryan Seacrest&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paula_Abdul"&gt;Paula Abdul&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Cowell"&gt;Simon Cowell&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Randy_Jackson"&gt;Randy Jackson&lt;/a&gt; (of American Idol fame) are doing in that scene?! I was under the belief that even while spoofing you spend a considerable amount of time trying to stitch the scenes together!! Apparently the film maker did not have such thoughts!!&lt;br /&gt;And, I have had enough of Britney and K-Fed. How many more years are these paparazzi gonna spend their time, energy &amp; effort on this couple. Even his name has FED but our fellows are never FED-up of K-FED!! Phew! And &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris_Hilton"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/a&gt;! My Good Lord. Another of those bakras this world is interested in! Always! Always! And, for the depiction of Paris Hilton in this movie, if I were her I would take Mafia's help to eliminate the film-makers. What crap shit they made out of her. I am no fan of her but then showing her (for that matter any body) in this fashion is, to say the least, damn demeaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SCAm9HGmjkI/AAAAAAAADhY/Az-Zp05Nq_M/s1600-h/photo_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SCAm9HGmjkI/AAAAAAAADhY/Az-Zp05Nq_M/s200/photo_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197196801306168898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmen Electra! The super-hot babe has been a waste of screen presence. Except for a couple of scenes where her assets are of some use, I could not find one good reason why she is even around?! I mean, there was no scope for acting and interestingly, she did not even try to act. No story. No Big banners. No big production house. At least, a couple of bedroom scenes would have added credit to her presence &amp; her assets. NO! No nothing what so ever. Then WTF was she thinking when she signed this film?! All she is in this film is a slutty whore who does not expose too much either. All she does is try (mark the word - try) to walk in a sophisticated manner with some old &amp; boring fashioned dress.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Maguire! Ah! The other waste of time! I should say, he did attempt some decent acting. His presence was not totally useless as much as Carmen was. Even the painted abs looks quite natural on him. His expressions might require a bit more skills. Though this movie gave zero-scope for acting et al but still such plain acting is not going to scale up. At the very least, he was some treat for girl-viewers. But Carmen ditched they male viewers! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most horrible part of the entire movie was not even the lack of focus... it was the presence of body fluids!! I have got no clue why this western spoofs are always filled with -&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1. mucus&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. farting&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. gay-relationship&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4. vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why do these guys have the fetish for such nauseating stuff? I almost threw up watching one such scene in this movie. And this fetish is not limited to this movie alone. I watched 'The Date Movie' and my good lord, I could not stand the movie after the 20th minute, when 2 guys are playing basketball and one guy gets to rub his face on the sweaty-hairy opponent and finally he vomits a bundle of hair!! Yeeeks!! I cannot stand such stupidities. Do westerners enjoy these?! And, worst, only these?!&lt;br /&gt;On the most interesting aspect of the 2 movies - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0466342/"&gt;Date Movie&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1073498/"&gt;Meet the Spartans&lt;/a&gt; are both written &amp; directed by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0294997/"&gt;Jason Friedberg&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0783536/"&gt;Aaron Seltzer&lt;/a&gt;. And when I looked at the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;, I realized the ratings were 2.70 &amp; 2.30 (out of 10), respectively! Ah! I should have had the sense to check this before watching the movie. Next time I shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-4829308892025470776?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4829308892025470776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=4829308892025470776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4829308892025470776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4829308892025470776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/05/meet-spartans-piece-of-sht.html' title='meet the spartans - a piece of sh*t!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SCAfoHGmjiI/AAAAAAAADhI/boJ4H_ruvgM/s72-c/meet-spartans-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1778953995852288574</id><published>2008-05-01T15:01:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:55:29.456+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Is Rahul Dravid unlucky or a bad captain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Chennai Super Kins          - Played: 4      Won: 4       Lost: 0     Tied: 0&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore Royal Challengers - Played: 5      Won: 1       Lost: 4     Tied: 0&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team record above speaks a million words about the gap between the league-topper and league-bottomer ;-)The worst irritation of the entire record is that BRC is led by the supremely-talented 'Rahul Dravid' and the CSK is led by the supremely-lucky Mahindra Singh Dhoni. BRC by former captain and CSK by his successor. Do you see what I see?! Dravid has been losing ground ever since he lost his captaincy to Dhoni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#CC3300 size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RAHUL &amp; His Captaincy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBmSU3GmjcI/AAAAAAAADgY/j6fpnTR2yUc/s1600-h/dravid-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBmSU3GmjcI/AAAAAAAADgY/j6fpnTR2yUc/s200/dravid-0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195344532235259330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some say, he volunteered to step down; Some others say, he was forced to volunteer; Well I say, he did a good job, whether forced or otherwise. Dravid was not being a good captain. I, a mere gully-cricket-cheer-leader (yes, cricket is not game), was able to find so many mistakes in his fielding positions and his bowling changes. I distinctly remember a game between Sri Lanka and India (of course). Vaas enters the arena for batting and Zaheer has just scalped Jayawardhane. Zaheer runs in. OMG!!! There is no slip! I was surprised. Zaheer is swinging the ball like a pendulum and Vaas is seeing the red-cherry for the 1st time today. The most most obvious of the steps to do is to put a slip! Elementary my dear Watson! And, guess what happened?! The ball takes the edge and runs past the slip cordon (which was empty) to boundary! Most obvious. And, I could not believe my when I saw Dravid placing himself in the slip position for the next ball!! I was in serious disbelief! Did he actually expect Vaas to repeat the mistake?! Holy Christ! Can somebody send in some cricketing sense to him? He is wonderful player but as a leader! Where is he? Where is the fighter Dravid we have enjoyed watching? Where is the tough guy whom the opposition feared? His temperament as a player is great but as a captain is bad. He emotes too often and too much. Watch his reaction when his team falters?! And, somebody said Ganguly emotes more? I say, Ganguly was better controlled and a better captain. He did not show is tension, unless required!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dravid has been making some horrendous mistakes while captaining. No doubt, he is the best player India has produced. Technically correct. Clinical Perfection. Stylish. Dependable. Reliable. Performer. THE WALL. But, he cannot captain for nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#CC3300 size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DHONI, a surprise!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoni has been a surprise for me. Well when he took over as a captain, he was definitely not the best of the lot. In fact, he was not even in the thick of runs when he took over. But, look at him now, he suddenly appears like a saviour of the Indian Cricketing Fraternity from elimination. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBmT9HGmjdI/AAAAAAAADgg/h5YWyHiwRo4/s1600-h/dhoni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBmT9HGmjdI/AAAAAAAADgg/h5YWyHiwRo4/s200/dhoni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195346323236621778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, yeah, I mean it. The way we performed under Dravid's able-guidance, I was wondering if cricket in India is becoming like cricket in Zimbabwe. Recollect Zimbabwe in 1999 and Zimbabwe in 2008. In 1996, they gave Azhar's India a run for money by their fierce competition and unyielding attitude. But, right now, they are not even able to perform against Kenya, the next worst team. So, Dhoni's entry as a captain was a breath of fresh air to the Indian cricket. But, what surprised me was that '&lt;b&gt;he was successful!!&lt;/b&gt;' I mean, think about this. We were destined to win the T20-WC but did not deserve it! Misbah-ul-Haq (not Pakistan though) deserved the victory! We won by luck, I say. No way, Dhoni could have stopped Misbah-ul-Haq from winning the game. Only Lady Luck and Misbah could have and, its nobody's guess, whether they did or not. So, I say, Dhoni did not get T20-WC for us but Misbah did!! Dhoni did not get us the Tri-series cup from Aus but media-pressure on Ponting did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Ishant Sharma, there are no new players in Dhoni's team who were not playing while Dravid was captaining. But, suddenly this team has becoming a winning team! How? The big question is - What Dhoni has that Dravid does not have? I would say :&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp- 'confidence' in his decisions&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp- 'pro-active' and 'not reactive' &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp- 'aggressive' &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp- 'victory crowns' &lt;br /&gt;Take each one of them, he does not mind dropping seniors of a match and does not fear coming out in open and declaring the same to the media. Also, He does not alter his decision to give the ball to Sreesanth because the batsmen is scoring easy runs and hence he does not have reaction-based-fielding-setup. He is aggressive in his approach, he always want to be on top of the opposition. Finally, he has victories to feel proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#CC3300 size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bangalore Royal Challengers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBmn73GmjgI/AAAAAAAADg4/K8cJP6aB720/s1600-h/boucher-kallis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBmn73GmjgI/AAAAAAAADg4/K8cJP6aB720/s200/boucher-kallis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195368291994340866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All said and done, what is happening to Dravid's BRC?! They are losing every game and they are losing it badly! No fight! No match, it is slop-sided. The team is the 2nd costliest team. The team boast of very very good class players - Kallis, Mark Boucher, Praveen Kumar, Nathan Bracken, Misbah-ul-Haq, Ross Taylor, Virat Kohli (of U-19 fame) and Rahul Dravid himself. To come to think of this is not a enviable T20 team but then, damn, each of them are legends in their own way. But they have been losing like a bunch of street-cricketers. They are not show-casing their international class. They are buckling under pressure. During the match against Dhoni's CSK, Boucher wanted to get out at any cost. When CSK was generous enough to miss a catch, Boucher was not happy and he gave another chance. And this time he chose a better fielder! Ah! I was pissed off the way Boucher played!! He played to lose. If BRC is gonna continue playing this way then I am sure this Rahul's team is gonna have the same outing as the Rahul's team did during World Cup. Such a formidable team and no performance is unaccepted. Boucher and Kallis's performance is dismal to say the least. Boucher, for starters, is capable of handling the opposition and pressure &amp; high-run rate as if he is handling a small kitten. He is that capable but of all the players of BRC, he has been the worst. Unless he performs I do not see victory for BRC. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBmeT3GmjfI/AAAAAAAADgw/bLnNLw713a4/s1600-h/brc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10px 10px 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBmeT3GmjfI/AAAAAAAADgw/bLnNLw713a4/s400/brc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195357709194923506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is &lt;font size=4&gt;RAHUL DRAVID UNLUCKY or  A BAD CAPTAIN?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-1778953995852288574?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1778953995852288574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=1778953995852288574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1778953995852288574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1778953995852288574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-rahul-dravid-unlucky-or-bad-captain.html' title='Is Rahul Dravid unlucky or a bad captain?'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBmSU3GmjcI/AAAAAAAADgY/j6fpnTR2yUc/s72-c/dravid-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1245847160582183203</id><published>2008-04-30T10:08:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:55:29.715+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyd'/><title type='text'>Indicators are indicators not licenses!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Traffic woes! Auto-rickshaw Mafia! Cops &amp; Bribes! Ah! Every tale for every one.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF3300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peaceful morning! A nice warm kiss from your wife and a bed-coffee! LA Lakers won says Times! Aloo Parata for b/f! Your old Royal Enfield starts in a single kick! The ever-busy street seem free! Your Royal Enfield responds to your commands! The signal at your right turn is green! No traffic! In a beautiful position to turn! A santro next to you taking a turn as well! It is close!! OMG!!! &lt;b&gt;SCREEEEECH!!&lt;/b&gt; Without Indicator Santro decides to take a U-turn and you are on the wrong side!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBgUonGmjaI/AAAAAAAADgI/lNtvqwMy52g/s1600-h/lane-discipline.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBgUonGmjaI/AAAAAAAADgI/lNtvqwMy52g/s200/lane-discipline.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194924858095865250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many of you have faced this problem? I am sure many have. In fact, every driver/rider on streets of India have definitely faced this problem. And, many of us have been guilty of being such a problem to others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most often than not, Lane-discipline is a word we have never heard of! Or worst, lane is associated only with by-lanes! Discipline is only for kinder garden kids! Together, &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#FF6600&gt;lane-discipline is a disciplinary program designed exclusive for kinder garden kids living in by-lanes!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; And, do not be surprised if people actually accept this definition. Without such discipline all we find is - Vehicles jump lanes as if it is their right to do so; Pedestrians cross the road as if it is their corridor; Cops take bribe as if it is their Salary. So much for morals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBgU9nGmjbI/AAAAAAAADgQ/Mpe3yjzbO4w/s1600-h/autorickshaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:10px 10px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBgU9nGmjbI/AAAAAAAADgQ/Mpe3yjzbO4w/s200/autorickshaw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194925218873118130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auto-rickshaws! Boy! Boy! It will be a great scientific research to login to auto-wallah's mind (&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#999999&gt;i am not sure if they have brains, so mind is the right choice of word here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) and understand their acts (&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#999999&gt;again, thoughts means thinking, I am not sure if auto-drivers are permitted to think&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;). Their traffic sense(??) is unique. They use the 'Orange-indicator' in the bright &amp; sunny daytime and use their dark hand(&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#999999&gt;yes, all the auto-drivers are damn dark ONLY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) while making the turn. Probably they like to blend in with nature - Orange during bright sunny day and Black during dark night! You know he is a new driver if he indicates you when he is about to stop/turn! You can comfortably ignore him because he will not last long in this competitive field of auto-driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indicators!! People think indicators are license to make a turn. They turn the left-indicator on and rush from the right-end of the road to the left in one single quick swirl. If you stare at them they glare at you back pointing at the indicator!! Also, many turn the indicators on always. This gives them chance to take a turn when ever they suddenly realize they have been driving straight for long. Bloody Indicators!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably next time I shall write about "Horns and Pedestrians." They make our lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-1245847160582183203?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1245847160582183203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=1245847160582183203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1245847160582183203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1245847160582183203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/04/indicators-are-indicators-not-licenses.html' title='Indicators are indicators not licenses!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/SBgUonGmjaI/AAAAAAAADgI/lNtvqwMy52g/s72-c/lane-discipline.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1959024356228864949</id><published>2008-04-29T11:02:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:23:31.450+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Creativity'/><title type='text'>Summer Vacation for Employees</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;After really long...&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was recently wondering how it will be to have summer vacation for office goers too! In India, unlike West, there is no concept of long vacation for employees. No Christmas vacation. No Diwali vacation. NO VACATION. Thats work in India! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, imagine. Imagine vacation for employees. Just like students, a summer vacation. May be a concession in train-fare! :-) (for unknownst, in India, the students get a concession in Rail-ticket fare (and also air-fair) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could add more to it. Imagine a summer-vacation-pack (with concession) by leading travel agents, say, Thomus Cook. Say, a 50% off for all the IT-employees! (he he he) You get to go to your relatives house and eat, eat, and eat, till they kick you out! Then you travel (again in concession) to your other relatives house and do the same! Yeah, I almost forgot. We go to the relatives house and expect the uncles &amp; aunts (in our case it will cousins &amp; her husbands) to take us around to the town. May be, a visit to the town's circus, a zoo (mandatory, though the animals looks the same across the globe) and a compulsory, late night ice-creams! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every body we should be woken up only with a 'Today, we are going to... ' or 'Today, the special menu is...' Also, the uncles &amp; aunt's should have a beautiful neighbor! :-) And, late in the afternoon, when the aunts &amp; uncles are asleep, the beautiful neighbor and we (nah! in this case, me) will sneak behind the mango tree in the farm house behind their house... (wow! this imagination game is really interesting! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, during a visit to the town exhibition, we should be able to run around and falling on the dirt without anybody smirking on our face. We should be able to cry standing in front of the Giant wheel and plead to our mom to permit us to play in that. Yeah, do not forget to add a nude bath in the town lake/river! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! A summer vacation (with concession) and a beautiful neighbor, who does not want it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-1959024356228864949?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1959024356228864949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=1959024356228864949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1959024356228864949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1959024356228864949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-vacation-for-employees.html' title='Summer Vacation for Employees'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1476237844684005726</id><published>2007-12-15T04:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-15T04:52:56.098+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Munagaru Male-Anisuthide yako indu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RA57oEIdOQg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RA57oEIdOQg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonderful Song.&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/12442085-1476237844684005726?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1476237844684005726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=1476237844684005726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1476237844684005726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1476237844684005726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/12/munagaru-male-anisuthide-yako-indu_15.html' title='Munagaru Male-Anisuthide yako indu'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1840546340868288072</id><published>2007-09-06T16:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:22:55.766+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>love siege</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER="2" BORDERCOLOR="#0000FF" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="2" WIDTH="75%"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR=#006600&gt;&lt;I&gt;to...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#ff6600&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://chaxblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;chax&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: i had got my laptop &amp; had connected thro' moi mobile! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR WIDTH="50%" SIZE="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;recently i was viewing a film called "coyote ugly".. in that the protagonist lady walks into the pub, named same as the film, in a very timid &amp; cautious manner... but soon she becomes the prime entertainment &amp; the source of business for the pub.. to my mind, somehow this was very similar to how many love stories are...&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gal slowly &amp; cautiously enters the guy's heart and soon she is in total command!!! also his heart's main source of entertainment is his love!!! nd this triggered the creative side of me and here is my grouping of words that i call poem on this very subject:&lt;SPAN CLASS="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#FF0000 SIZE=5&gt;LOVE SIEGE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#000077&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexpected she came in,&lt;br /&gt;not barging but, entering in slowly&lt;br /&gt;clear cautious eyes scanning&lt;br /&gt;taking in all&lt;br /&gt;nd surprisingly not detesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were others before&lt;br /&gt;some came along nd others later&lt;br /&gt;all pitchin in their luck&lt;br /&gt;nd hoping a win&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly none won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of these she has heard&lt;br /&gt;never seen but heard, you betcha;&lt;br /&gt;smilingly she sat at nowhere&lt;br /&gt;cautiously nd silently&lt;br /&gt;knew not many of her whereabouts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon the owner noticed her&lt;br /&gt;throw in a card for a team-game&lt;br /&gt;without knowledge they were gaining,&lt;br /&gt;slowly and gradually,&lt;br /&gt;points were scored against their names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd around are unaware&lt;br /&gt;of the potential team building along&lt;br /&gt;they are blissfully ignorant,&lt;br /&gt;including her gaurdian,&lt;br /&gt;of the successful coupling in front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually the crowd walk out&lt;br /&gt;the game-room losing competitors&lt;br /&gt;to this unbelievable partners in crime;&lt;br /&gt;unware to hisself&lt;br /&gt;the owner has shut doors on others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine moment amidst joy&lt;br /&gt;the void in the room hit, as a surprise,&lt;br /&gt;as the owner searched all around;&lt;br /&gt;with dawn of wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;the reality stuck him, surprisingly, pleasant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the facts of the life &lt;br /&gt;coupled with philosophy ruling life&lt;br /&gt;hits hard until ye wake up&lt;br /&gt;just to inform,&lt;br /&gt;"buddy, you hit a jackpot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A CLASS=readmorebutton HREF="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-1840546340868288072?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1840546340868288072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=1840546340868288072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1840546340868288072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1840546340868288072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-siege.html' title='love siege'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-5507308448379572019</id><published>2007-06-23T00:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:51:01.545+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>They Got Spliced....</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;2 marriages + 10 different sets of friends + 2 different places + monsoon all through = HOLY FREAKING AWESOME&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#0000FF&gt;&lt;I&gt;The black clouds above opened up&lt;br /&gt;raining all its anger downpour&lt;br /&gt;bringing along the grace of GOD&lt;br /&gt;showering down unto his subjects.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks had been days of rain. Rain came when ever it felt like. Never had a predictable rhythm. It welled up &amp; eventually clogged up the roads making traveling a pain... esp for bikers like me. But, then yeah, it was blessings in disguise. The temperature simmered down so bloody much that now we have to search for a cover to avoid catching cold. :-) Am i not glad? The days of heat &amp; sweat is long over. Now we are into rain &amp; run for covers time! wish my gal-friend was beside me... would have a rocking time (literally) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPAN CLASS="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#0000FF&gt;&lt;I&gt;Like the monsoon moving North-west&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly changing course to Bengal&lt;br /&gt;blessing jungles, concrete &amp; natural, along&lt;br /&gt;the nomadic bachelor freedom caught onto me.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yday in Hyderabad's one end in the evening and 40km to the other side by night and back to this end by mid-night and now 300+ Km from Hyderabad in Vijayawada. Wow! This is truly nomadic and joy of bachelorhood is fabulous and needs to be a part of every guy sometime in their life time. I can't imagine roaming so much with my wife tagging along. God forbid if I am a father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#0000FF&gt;&lt;I&gt;A word, a hug, a slap on the back&lt;br /&gt;the punch in the paunch and that kick&lt;br /&gt;is the order the day, amidst friends;&lt;br /&gt;thats whom i met in scores after years.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yday met a dozen and tomorrow another dozen more. And no over-lapping b/w them. Such are the numbers of friends i am meeting in the past few days. And, of the 2 dozen, atleast a couple (nearly 10+) i am meeting after years. Wow!! The joy of reunion. The joy of watching our dear pals. The joy of reliving those days in just a few moments. The joy of being back to our student notorious self... Its fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#0000FF&gt;&lt;I&gt;"The year of of maximum nuptials,"&lt;br /&gt;so would my friend put it, obviously,&lt;br /&gt;with friends finally falling in the trap&lt;br /&gt;I am a mute witness for a couple of them.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled 40+ KM braving a downpour, which would have halted even Sun God's rays to penetrate. I traveled without any know-how about the place, route, location. No nothing. But thats fun. esp when you are traveling to be a part of history in making of your friend. Esp when you are attending a wedding. Yeah, I am here Vijayawada @ 300+ km from my cozy home, braving all odds of rain + unfinished work @ ofc + a cold stare from manager to attend my friend's marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#FF0000 SIZE=5&gt;So long live Mr &amp; Mrs. Pappu &amp; Mr. &amp; Mrs. Dad.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A CLASS=readmorebutton HREF="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-5507308448379572019?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5507308448379572019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=5507308448379572019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/5507308448379572019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/5507308448379572019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/06/they-got-spliced.html' title='They Got Spliced....'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-2200599229797201193</id><published>2007-06-17T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-17T13:02:57.557+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>At last a first!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER="2" BORDERCOLOR="#0000FF" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="2" WIDTH="75%"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR=#006600&gt;&lt;I&gt;to...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#ff6600&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://sakanext.blogspot.com"&gt;saka&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;:yeah, i always know my moods were just like the rain clouds in Chennai. They never last more than a day or two... but, yeah, i had all the rights to be depressed bcoz the situation was like that. can't help it boss!!!&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR WIDTH="50%" SIZE="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;after a long of "i need it" and "i will by this month end"... i at last did it...&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#000077&gt;&lt;I&gt;ah! the feeling is good and great.&lt;br /&gt;i feel some amount of achievity&lt;br /&gt;have i? a good que albeit bit late.&lt;br /&gt;at last i got my connectivity. :-)&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPAN CLASS="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, after a real long wait (running into years), i recently picked up a laptop. a good enough fitting my budget and configuration. a HCL make. 1.73G + 1G RAM + Blue tooth + Web cam + DVD R/W. All of this for Rs. 46K + 3yrs warranty... Its apparently one of the best deals though the brand is not very well known in laptop circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#000077&gt;&lt;I&gt;after a few tussles with leading ISPs&lt;br /&gt;i realized what a village i live in&lt;br /&gt;it seems i live in a forest without trees&lt;br /&gt;nobody would provide me a option to login.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite irritated with the leading Broadband providers when they refused to provide me a broadband connection bcoz i apparently live really far from the city limits and it is not feasible for them spend time, money &amp; effort in providing a cabled connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#000077&gt;&lt;I&gt;Then, I decided to try out wireless&lt;br /&gt;but, yeah, i was surprised at their response&lt;br /&gt;their interest could not have been any less&lt;br /&gt;poor response means poor signals!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the leading Wireless DataCard provided Mr. Reliance. I wanted to check the bandwidth and signal strength near my home. I was promised a demo at my home and i waited for over a week and realized they would not provide me even a decent demo. I was not in the least amused by their lack of service. There aft, I was not in the least in doubt about their after-sales service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#000077&gt;&lt;I&gt;Then, a spark inside my huge head&lt;br /&gt;I do already have a signal receiver, O' my Dumb&lt;br /&gt;why cant i use it? Ah! Used my head&lt;br /&gt;Thus my MOTO-V3 Razor with Airtel acts as modem&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a sudden dawn of brain-powerm, I realized why can't i use the features in my mobile. My mobile supports GPRS and my service provider does that too, so why not? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fellas, here i am online from home using my Moto V3 Razor + Airtel combo. Hopefully this will help me streamline my online activity @ office to work-related only and thus improve my productivity. This means that i can leave ofc early &amp; have a life other than work life too!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#FF0000 SIZE=5&gt;Yippee!!! I am happy! :-)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A CLASS=readmorebutton HREF="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-2200599229797201193?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/2200599229797201193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=2200599229797201193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/2200599229797201193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/2200599229797201193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-last-first.html' title='At last a first!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-4900782315296019006</id><published>2007-05-28T12:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:22:42.034+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>hmmm... Crys from abysmal limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER="2" BORDERCOLOR="#0000FF" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="2" WIDTH="75%"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR=#006600&gt;&lt;I&gt;to...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#ff6600&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;pv&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: hope you watched it and you liked it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://vineshks.blogspot.com/"&gt;vinesh&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: Deepa Mehta + Lisa Ray and if a guy does not want a skin show then he must be Gay! :-) Thankfully, I am not and I am glad that you are not too. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR WIDTH="50%" SIZE="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;The depressed me trying to pen down the possible reasons for depression. Wanna read it? I would suggest not... Dont waste your time.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPAN CLASS="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you clicked and wanna read?? God Save You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#000088&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite an interesting thing to note that some acts in life become a part of you and you miss them when you dont do them. For the past few weeks, I have been quite dis-satisfied with anything and everything... I wondered why? I thought of various stuffs but nothing much seemed a valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i weighed a lot on various acts/activites but none gave me a conclusive explanation to my mental state... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;FONT COLOR=#FF0000&gt;Basket Ball&lt;/FONT&gt; - i used to play a lots of them when i was a student.. spent at least 2-3hrs/day sweating out in the court.. right now I have no opportunity to play as I found no ground anywhere near for me to play. :-( I missed playing... esp BB.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;FONT COLOR=#FF0000&gt;Creative Tussles&lt;/FONT&gt; - back in college, i used to be a part of a gang, which used to be extremely innovative and creative. And, we used to have great arguments and i enjoyed the knowledge sharing that used to be a part of such arguments. I miss those and I miss my group.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;FONT COLOR=#FF0000&gt;Friends&lt;/FONT&gt; - back in college and even in my 1st job, i had loads of friends. i always cherished my moments with them but right now far away from them, in a different city, i feel lonely. and, i cannot blame them but its obvious, that i am slowly being left out of the group. once, i used to be an integral part of the group, now i am just an attachment running in the periphery. i miss friends and i miss their support. i lived my entire life with the support from them.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;FONT COLOR=#FF0000&gt;blogging&lt;/FONT&gt; - ok, i was never a regular blogger but yep, i was there. i used to blog often and used to reply on quite a few other blogs too. i used to enjoy, how-ever infrequent it was, the creative challenges blogging used to pose. I enjoyed reading others blog and trying to gauge them. It was fun. But of late, i am no where. i lost my identity in the blog-world too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the above a lot. i know its gonna be tough 2 get that creative tussle back but the other 3 are not difficult. Unfortunately, being an extremely negative-thinking optimist its tough for me to think that i can get back my friends. the way i am losing my friends, i would be surprised if any body would attend my marriage! Its a freaking sad thought but, yeah, i am getting depressed aloud, in a vociferous manner. at times like these i feel like kicking my own butt but then, thats life about me.... feeling depressed and moving out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, coming to basket ball, I have no clue how and where I am gonna find a court &amp; some fellas to play with... regarding bloggin, i am damn freaking busy but then i should try &amp; make some time to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#FF0000 SIZE=4&gt;If i cannot do what i love doing, then what is life all about??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rp&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A CLASS=readmorebutton HREF="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-4900782315296019006?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4900782315296019006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=4900782315296019006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4900782315296019006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4900782315296019006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmmm-crys-from-abysmal-limits.html' title='hmmm... Crys from abysmal limits'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-6263740722137963634</id><published>2007-03-29T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:55:30.831+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>W.A.T.E.R - an beauty of its own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER="2" BORDERCOLOR="#0000FF" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="2" WIDTH="75%"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR=#006600&gt;&lt;I&gt;to...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#ff6600&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://deepasayz.blogspot.com/"&gt;~*. D E E P A .* ~ &lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: tanq... so there is some one who still believes my lame excuses. :-) this gives me loads of confidence! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR WIDTH="50%" SIZE="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me went to my friends' house and they had a small quarell. It concerned one guy ditching the other &amp; goin for a night show. And my presence gave the victim an idea. "Even I will go out with my friend" and he looked at me! I was surprised. He decided for me??!! Meekly, I said, "Yeah, we too shall go!" So we went for this great movie!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one hell of a film. Believe me, this is fantastic. I went in with a bit of apprenhension and a bit curiosity. After all, isnt DM the director of the in-famous &lt;B&gt;FIRE&lt;/B&gt;?? I was also half-expecting so see some skin-show and stuff. DM disappointed me. Disappointed me badly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvRqcgPXmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bs2HVfj79nI/s1600-h/water01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvRqcgPXmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bs2HVfj79nI/s400/water01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047358334534901346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;SPAN CLASS="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...by no nothing of adult content in the movie. Its a clean movie with strong strong (repeat over zillion times) subject. The movie is a eye-opener and makes you feel like kicking the butt of our ancestors if they were anywhere close to how its depicted in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#0000FF&gt;&lt;B&gt;I can with all joy reveal the story out here bcoz this movie rides on an directorial excellence with fabulous screen-play. So this will not be a spoiler of any form but for those who feel otherwise plz close the window right now!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvUGsgPXsI/AAAAAAAAADk/gVGqM964z4w/s1600-h/water07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvUGsgPXsI/AAAAAAAAADk/gVGqM964z4w/s400/water07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047361018889461442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This movie is placed @ 1938 timeline. Starts with a cute little girl being take to the ashrama for widows. And after over an hour of the movie, I realized that this ashram is only for those kid-widows. Apparently child-widows are considered cursed, I suppose. Else why a seperate ashram for them?? Anyways, this kid is a Srilankan, whose real-life name is &lt;A HREF="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1084553/"&gt;Sarala&lt;/A&gt;. She portrays the innocent widow who does not even understand/realize that she is a widow. Her performance is remarkable! Sweeps you off your feet!! She over shadows other big-wigs in the movie and has outrun them by miles. Imagine performing better than Seema Biswas &amp; John Abraham. Fantastic performance. We should watch this movie at least for this babe. Her expressions are so innocent yet filled with the emotion she is expressing. Hear say that she does not even know English. A transalator used to help her out in the movie sets! Boy, imagine hearing the scene transalated from English to Silangeese and then act in Hindi!! Boy! Its tough. Very tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvSmMgPXoI/AAAAAAAAADE/y-QYFtstk1I/s1600-h/water02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvSmMgPXoI/AAAAAAAAADE/y-QYFtstk1I/s320/water02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047359361032085122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her in the Ashram, Chuyia (Sarala's reel name) meets Didi - &lt;A HREF="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0084443/"&gt;Seema Biswas&lt;/A&gt; and Kalyani - &lt;A HREF="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0712908/"&gt;Lisa Ray&lt;/A&gt; along with various other insignificant characters. Chuyia is all of her young age and bubbling with enthusiasm but none in the ashram, leaving apart Didi and Kalyani, give her the space that is essential for a kid. Then plot revolves around how Didi &amp; Kalyani with patience and love truly welcome &amp; enjoy the kid's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture you are thrown the most important question, subtly by the director! What life does a kid-widow have? We have heard zillion times about kid-widows &amp; kid-marriages. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvS1MgPXpI/AAAAAAAAADM/N4Xfja0wmlM/s1600-h/water04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvS1MgPXpI/AAAAAAAAADM/N4Xfja0wmlM/s320/water04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047359618730122898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a matter of fact, both my grannys (mom's &amp; dad's moms) have had child-marriage. Probably just after their puberty. So we have heard about kid-marriage from childhood and it does not strike us how terrible it is to be a widow &amp; a kid too! This movie dwells with that sad portion of the life. In fact, at certain junctures, we get irritated and angry with our in-human ancestors! How in fuck did they justify their behaviour?? I mean, get a kid of 3-4yrs old to marry a stupid 60yrs old bas***d. And when that dumb-of-an-ass dies, which anyway he would even before the kid understands that she is married, throw the kid (if lucky, 8 or 9 else 4 or 5yrs old) into that ashram and tell her that she should never be normal!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can ye blve that? Imagine yerself in the kids position. You grow up not knowing truly why you are not staying with your mom or dad but with some fat-lumps!! Also not knowing why you have to keep your head shaved and wear only white saari!! And, when you attain puberty and all those sensual feelings arise, you realize that you are never too enjoy those aspects of life!! And this is all bcoz yer father &amp; mother wanted to get to married to some fucking fool for Rs 20/- This is fucking insane!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also these widows are used as prostitutes!! And the head of the ashram herself lends these kids/girls. I mean, thats very sad. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvTg8gPXrI/AAAAAAAAADc/D8j727g4NKM/s1600-h/water03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvTg8gPXrI/AAAAAAAAADc/D8j727g4NKM/s400/water03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047360370349399730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The way its portrayed is that these widows are considered as low, cheap &amp; dirty in the caste-dominant society. In fact, some fucking zamindar goes around screwing 9yr old kids!!!! I cant believe it. I mean, I was so agitated when I saw this little Chuiya being sent to a Zamindar as a prostitute. And the little kid did not even know that. When I see a little kid, I feel like hugging her &amp; showering with kisses for all her innocence and not otherwise. I cannot think of sex with her. Bastards! The zamindars of yore are cheap sex maniac and would go around screwing even if you tie a saree around a tree. Cheapos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so overwhelmed by this movie that If I had a time-machine @ my disposal, I would have gone back &amp; time &amp; killed all of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time India wakes up and allows screening of such wonderful eye-openers. These Politicians are indeed killing India &amp; its future... Why this movie was not allowed to be shot in India? It has immense relevance and societal importance. Similar was the case for the other great moview &lt;A HREF="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0433425/"&gt;Parzania.&lt;/A&gt; Read &lt;A HREF="http://www.indiafm.com/movies/preview/12688/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt; and &lt;A HREF="http://in.rediff.com/movies/2005/dec/16par.htm"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt; for better reviews of Parzania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvTAsgPXqI/AAAAAAAAADU/1RV62VcZSkM/s1600-h/water05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvTAsgPXqI/AAAAAAAAADU/1RV62VcZSkM/s400/water05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047359816298618530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyways, getting back to the movie. This is a wonderful movie, which does not have any skin-show or no nothing that can be rated as A. But a clear good story line with great acting and fantastic direction. The movie moves mountains within you.... A great great watch!! Dont miss it even for zillion dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Other comments/reviews pls check into these:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;A HREF="http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/11/09/233319.php"&gt;blogcrics.org&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;A HREF="http://www.stylusmagazine.com/articles/movie_review/water.htm"&gt;stylusmagazine.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;A HREF="http://www.boston.com/movies/display?display=movie&amp;id=8459"&gt;boston.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;A HREF="http://www.apunkachoice.com/scoop/bollywood/20070309-2.html"&gt;apunkachoice&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A CLASS=readmorebutton HREF="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-6263740722137963634?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6263740722137963634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=6263740722137963634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6263740722137963634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6263740722137963634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/03/water-beauty-of-its-own.html' title='W.A.T.E.R - an beauty of its own.'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/RgvRqcgPXmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bs2HVfj79nI/s72-c/water01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-7546551988990497345</id><published>2007-03-16T13:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:16:05.121+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yap'/><title type='text'>Laziness is an Art!</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER="2" BORDERCOLOR="#0000FF" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="2" WIDTH="75%"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR=#006600&gt;&lt;I&gt;to...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#ff6600&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://loquacioustalker.wordpress.com/"&gt;krishna&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: oye! thanks. welcome to my blog. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://chaxblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;chax&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: thanks dude. i take that as a compliment. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR WIDTH="50%" SIZE="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;This post is dedicated to my very friends. Some are opinionated. Some are shrewd. Some are against me. Some are for me. Some biased. Some other unbiased. But every body has categorically come to the same conclusion! This post is dedicated to those souls!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;FONT COLOR=#FF0033&gt;lazy bugger. You'll never change.&lt;/FONT&gt;" said my good friend. &lt;br /&gt;I suppose, this is the repayment for calling him "a good pillion rider" :-) But, I actually take this as a compliment. I mean, its difficult to be lazy. Do you know why?? Read further....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPAN CLASS="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Its difficult to be lazy. For laziness affects various aspects of ones life. and one should have the mental strength to cope up with those. Lemme try &amp; list it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;you gain pounds&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt; - This is the most important effect of being lazy. ye gain pounds faster than a 5yr old can grow! Extra pounds are not well appreciated by some biased &amp; senseless community of skeletons. Well, I would say its gr8 to put on pounds it means a lot. It means you are Lazy!!! Isnt it great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oleswanson.com/images/office/laziness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.oleswanson.com/images/office/laziness.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;you lose prospective gal-friends&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt; - Another major impact bcoz of laziness. Say, you meet some gal @ some party/function. You take her number. You go home. She go home. (of course, i am refering to respective homes &amp; not the same) You hit your sack &amp; watch some crap on the TV. She hits her couch &amp; wait staring at the mobile to ring with your name flashing. You dont and she doesn't. Next day @ mid-day, when you wake up with a hang-over due to laziness, you decide to call her and she bangs the phone so hard on your ring your ear drums would refuse to work for next few minutes. In short, you lazed around and she is gone for ever. But, this is great isn't it? you get to flirt around with one more the next day. :-) Else you are committed &amp; hooked on to the same damn babe! How sinful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;your blog is rarely updated&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt; - Oh, yeah, this is one of the effects, which does not have a +ve perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;your vehicle &amp; house are rarely tidy&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt; - &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.notmike.com/images/procrastination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.notmike.com/images/procrastination.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oye, dont get me wrong. My house is clean but its not tidy. Thats it. But thats a great feeling. Untidy yet clean houses retain a perfect home atmosphere. Extremely tidy houses are but museums where only extinct &lt;b&gt;animals&lt;/b&gt; are preserved. I am not yet extinct! &lt;br /&gt;Also, when you clean your vehicle like once in a blue-moon thats when you realize that you actually have a very sexy vehicle and it gives a great pride &amp; confidence. This will be of great help esp when you are gonna go on a date with a gal for the 1st time!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;you learn to skip meals&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt; - This is of great help. When you live alone and you have every necessary ingredients to cook but you are lazy. You are actually not skipping meals but learning to skip them. This will be of great help. Imagine, you join army and you are sent to plunder the enemies. At the ambush is fixed @ 7:30 in the morning. You are cannot protest and demand for food @ that time. But with these training you can successfully ambush the enemies and even get the "Medal of Honor." Then your Mom, who is shouting at you for skipping breakfast now, will be proud of you then. Always aim at the greater Goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness is an art. One needs to master it. Else you will be infected by the most dangerous illness in this known-world - Guilt. You need to completely unaffected by the happenings around you only then you can be lazy without guilt. And its a great feeling to be lazy without Guilt. Try it &amp; you will be addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=5 COLOR=#FF0000&gt;Laziness without Guilt is Character.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inklinepress.com/beast/do-nothing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.inklinepress.com/beast/do-nothing.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A CLASS=readmorebutton HREF="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-7546551988990497345?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7546551988990497345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=7546551988990497345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7546551988990497345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7546551988990497345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/03/laziness-is-art.html' title='Laziness is an Art!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-5873050829616192547</id><published>2007-03-13T15:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:22:26.696+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Trip to ParkField Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;After I relocated to Hyd, I have been more find in B'lore than Hyd. I had various reasons. And this time it was bcoz of a get-to-gether we had planned.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;FONT COLOR=#FF3333&gt;Its been really long since we had a outing&lt;/FONT&gt;," commented one.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;FONT COLOR=#FF3333&gt;Oh! yeah, we plan but never put it into action&lt;/FONT&gt;," accused other.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;FONT COLOR=#FF3333&gt;We plan and almost execute but for few spoilers&lt;/FONT&gt;," said another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere (which is in reality a virtual space) was becoming hot &amp; sweaty to stay. A few more similar comments would call for fight &amp; blood shed. Then some one jumped in, "&lt;FONT COLOR=#FF3333&gt;yeah, He came back from US just a couple of days ago. Why not have a treat from him as a trip?&lt;/FONT&gt;" This saw many nods more than the traffic jams around the city. Few more of us ( to be precise, 2 of us) also joined the US-return in treating others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided the day to be 23 &amp; 24 Feb. After loads of "this-place" and "no, that place", we finally left the job to an able guy. And then on 17-Feb we visited "Park Field Resort". The following is gonna be just a photo blog of the events, for better read go thro - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chax Blog &lt;A HREF="http://chaxblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-you-are-good-pillion-rider.html"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. PVs Blog &lt;A HREF="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/2007/02/platform9-days-out.html"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt; and &lt;A HREF="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/2007/03/p9s-day-out.html"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-5873050829616192547?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5873050829616192547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=5873050829616192547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/5873050829616192547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/5873050829616192547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/03/trip-to-parkfield-resort.html' title='Trip to ParkField Resort'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1688591402695909673</id><published>2007-03-06T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:55:32.001+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Blood Diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER="2" BORDERCOLOR="#0000FF" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="2" WIDTH="75%"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR=#006600&gt;&lt;I&gt;to...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#ff6600&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://chaxblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;chax&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: Dont ever think about reading a &lt;B&gt;new&lt;/B&gt; movies story in moi blog. I will never spoil even with a spoiler warning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;HR WIDTH="50%" SIZE="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;In this stupid place where I live the number of English movies that run in theatres are, at its best, 2!!! So, when I heard this movie was current on screens, I rushed. Me and Moi cousin went for this movie and we were awestruck. This is a movie one should never miss.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0UO1jeItI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ip1k7GPTi44/s1600-h/5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0UO1jeItI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ip1k7GPTi44/s400/5.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038705803224031954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to give away the story of any movie I watch. But this movie its gonna be difficult but I will try not to give away the main stuff; @least not the climax!! :-) So I have compensated with pix of the movie. I am so awe struck with this movie, I could not contain my excitement since last night. Also I have been ever since waiting to get hold of my comp to pen down on my blog.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The plot is set in 1990 under the cloud of chaos &amp; rebel war @ Sierra Leone. Well, as the name of the title says, this movie is all about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPAN CLASS="fullpost"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0VFVjeIuI/AAAAAAAAABo/NdtBKcWHNdE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0VFVjeIuI/AAAAAAAAABo/NdtBKcWHNdE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038706739526902498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...the &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;infamous&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt; conflit Diamonds. This movie touches you with a gripping screen play. The entire movie is about the struggle Africans face because of the craze for this stone - Diamond. Once we are through with the movie, you feel a tinge of pain when-ever you come across a Diamond. This movie has been taken so beautifully that you wonder what are getting ourselves into. Our craze for such exotic stone is causing zillions of lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's protagonist is difficult to identify. Its not one but two. Both &lt;FONT COLOR=#FF3300&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT COLOR=#FF3300&gt;Djimon Hounsou&lt;/FONT&gt;. Each have out performed each other. Just like a race, where each performer tries more to compete &amp; out-perform with each other than simply winning the race; here too, these two fellas have given such a magnificient performance. I wonder why they did not earn the oscar. These guys did a great great job. You get so involved with their natural acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0V61jeIvI/AAAAAAAAABw/m3DQB3rMzrw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0V61jeIvI/AAAAAAAAABw/m3DQB3rMzrw/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038707658649903858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio has so out-grown his boy-image, which he acquired during his early years esp in Titanic. Movie after movie &amp; year after year, his performance shows the maturity &amp; extreme character. When I look back at the movies I have enjoyed the most, quite a few of those flicks are Leonardo's!!! Is that suprising? I did for me. Think about it - Departed, Aviator, Titanic, Catch Me If You Can and now, Blood Diamond!!! Boy! Boy! What a performer he is? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0WPljeIwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ppEikr4p9LY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0WPljeIwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ppEikr4p9LY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038708015132189442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But note that here is another actor, who does not get over-shadowed by his bigger co-stars. He steals his share with all aplomb and grace. He showed that he knows what he does and his eyes spoke more than any body. And full marks to his body language. He might be seen running behind Leonardo but if you notice, he is not far behind and he is catching up with him! Yep, I am talking about Djimon Hounsou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0XZVjeIxI/AAAAAAAAACA/ua38GDnm1l8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0XZVjeIxI/AAAAAAAAACA/ua38GDnm1l8/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038709282147541778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Djimon Hounsou has rendered a sterling performance. Never heard this name till now. But when I searched his name, I realized that I have seen a few of his movies. I liked him in Gladiator. And he is there in Eragon, which is due to be released in India. Will catch up with this movie soon as it is realized @least to watch this fella's performance. Pretty impressive. In fact, there are other older movies I missed like Rising Sun, Constantine, Biker Boyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0X3FjeIyI/AAAAAAAAACI/jHny9E8TKX0/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0X3FjeIyI/AAAAAAAAACI/jHny9E8TKX0/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038709793248650018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, dont ask me why she is there; but she is &amp; we have to accept. I am refering to &lt;FONT COLOR=#FF3300&gt;Jennifer Connelly&lt;/FONT&gt;. She still looks pretty though her age is catching up with her looks. Her smile is still radiant. And her physiche is sooooooo picture perfect. Damn! How does she maintain such a hot hour-glass structure without looking tooo thin!! She comes for few more scenes and captivates us with her smile. May be, she is in the movie just to take the mind of all the killings. No doubt she gets in a fresh air to the other wise bloody scenes &amp; quite literally too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0aKFjeIzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uGHK4MQfJhs/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0aKFjeIzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uGHK4MQfJhs/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038712318689420082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, for the director - &lt;FONT COLOR=#FF3300&gt;Edward Zwick&lt;/FONT&gt;. What a direction! You have to watch this movie to know the difference between a Hollywood flick against our own Bollywood flops! There is never one time in the movie when you think that this scene is unwanted. Or this scene is unnecessary. Or what is he trying to tell us? Every scene is gripping. Edge of the seat. He has maintained the thrill &amp; kept the adrenal pumping till the last scene. Very precise &amp; clear no-nonsense direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;On a whole this a wonderful movie to watch, dont miss it.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A CLASS=readmorebutton HREF="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-1688591402695909673?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1688591402695909673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=1688591402695909673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1688591402695909673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1688591402695909673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/03/blood-diamond.html' title='Blood Diamond'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Re0UO1jeItI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ip1k7GPTi44/s72-c/5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-2930363360196150329</id><published>2007-02-21T19:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:55:33.211+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Eklavya - A Majestic Beautiful No-Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER="2" BORDERCOLOR="#0000FF" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="2" WIDTH="75%"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR=#006600&gt;&lt;I&gt;to...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#ff6600&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;pv&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: I know. I know. I am just playing it safe &amp; praying. And thanks dude for the financial help offer. Can ye plz transfer $55,000 to my a/c! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR WIDTH="50%" SIZE="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;The day was boring, as in nothing much was happening. Also I had not-a-so-good-time with the ICICI bank. As they money is still @ large. I was just riding by Hyd Central and I decided to watch a movie. I just went in and bought a ticket.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Rd1fM7O_jAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JsL6DER8eJU/s1600-h/eklavya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Rd1fM7O_jAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JsL6DER8eJU/s400/eklavya1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034284634133728258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw this movie. I have my own opinions on it. Read further for my opine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a short one, just note that if you are not a creative-freak &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;KEEP OFF FROM THE MOVIE SCREEN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPAN CLASS="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts with a usual period film start. A commentary from the legendary voice in the industry - Big B's. Damn good voice. Then the screen is filled with a beautiful face of a dying Sharmila Tagore and a weird looking Boman Irani. They are accompained by a beautiful Raima Sen. Sharmila passes away then in next few scenes the sexy hulk Saif is flown in (literraly); followed by the super sexy Vidya Balan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now every body in the audience is smiling for they saw somebody whom they wanted to see. The oldies saw AB &amp; Sharmila, the middle aged saw Boman Irani and youth Vidya, Saif &amp; Raima.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Rd1fvbO_jBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gjivj7eZHLQ/s1600-h/eklavya3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Rd1fvbO_jBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gjivj7eZHLQ/s400/eklavya3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034285226839215122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats the last time ye will see them smiling... For from now-onwards the audience (which includes ye) is taken an amazing ride filled with great sets + background scores. The directorial touch is seen in every scene. Every scene takes you by a awe. The background score is superb. There is only one song and its fabulous too. But, what strikes you the most is the confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like the director is confused in telling you what he wanted to. Frankly, when you step out of the hall, ye are left thinking &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;what in heavens' did he try to convey?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The acting is superb, so you cannot blame on the actors. So is the dialogues. The background score has done its job in giving you the feel of the emotion but then something is definitely missing. Slowly it dawns on you that there was simply no story what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Rd1ky7O_jDI/AAAAAAAAABI/rIIVsI9l5Sw/s1600-h/eklavya4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Rd1ky7O_jDI/AAAAAAAAABI/rIIVsI9l5Sw/s400/eklavya4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034290784526896178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;PROs - &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;b&gt;Star Cast&lt;/b&gt;: Impressive&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;b&gt;Acting&lt;/b&gt;: Quite Good&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;b&gt;Cinematography&lt;/b&gt;: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;b&gt;Background Scores&lt;/b&gt;: Simply Superb&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;b&gt;Sets&lt;/b&gt;: Mind Boggling&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;b&gt;Per Scene direction&lt;/b&gt;: Fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;b&gt;Directorial Touch&lt;/b&gt;: Scene-after-Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;CONs - &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;b&gt;Cohesion b/w scenes&lt;/b&gt;: Not bad&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;b&gt;Story line&lt;/b&gt;: Hmmm... gotta look for one&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;b&gt;Screen Play&lt;/b&gt;: For this story line its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is it a casual watch?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspNope! If you want to watch movie only for fun, then plz keep off this movie. You will left with a sad feeling. As there is nothing commercial about this movie other than the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Rd1lDbO_jEI/AAAAAAAAABU/Jg8wi_KKrBo/s1600-h/eklavya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Rd1lDbO_jEI/AAAAAAAAABU/Jg8wi_KKrBo/s400/eklavya2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034291067994737730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Then who can watch this?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspFellas who are interesting in creative cinema! This movie is full of creativity. Starting from the story till the climax, from the music to sets, also the cinematography is superb. Worth watching for a creativity freak. &lt;b&gt;Its a must for a DFT students but not for story writers&lt;/b&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Will you go again?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspYes. Provided I have a good company who can appreciate the hard-work and behind-the-scene works. I was once involved in a short movie-making for my class &amp; I know the stuff that goes behind. So when you see this movie you can feel the work &amp; concentration of the behind-sceners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Short, for commercial public its is a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eklavya - A Majestic Beautiful No-Nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but for DFTs &amp; creative-freaks its &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eklavya - A Majestic Beautiful Creative Bundle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A CLASS=readmorebutton HREF="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-2930363360196150329?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/2930363360196150329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=2930363360196150329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/2930363360196150329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/2930363360196150329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/02/eklavya-majestic-beautiful-no-nothing.html' title='Eklavya - A Majestic Beautiful No-Nothing'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/Rd1fM7O_jAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JsL6DER8eJU/s72-c/eklavya1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-4482237501870138450</id><published>2007-02-19T12:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:38:51.249+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>So inexperienced I am!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER="2" BORDERCOLOR="#0000FF" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="2" WIDTH="75%"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR=#006600&gt;&lt;I&gt;to...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#ff6600&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://sakanext.blogspot.com/"&gt;saka&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: Copy cat. :-) Anyways, i will be more than happy not to sue you for overriding my copyright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;pv&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: hope to be regular, in the future. lets see. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR WIDTH="50%" SIZE="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;This week had been a nice roller-coaster ride for me. I had few highs &amp; one lonely but a big low&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week that went by was interesting. There were highs but I am not gonna tell about them. I am gonna tell about my one lonely but a hig low. I had lent few thousands to my friend and he has till date failed to return.... Now what should I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPAN CLASS="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy concerned was a junior in my college. I lent him 30-grand as he desperately wanted that to finish some Tax related work. And he promised to return the amount by 8th of this month. Believing his words, literally, I lent him the entire amount, which literally cut my bank balance to near zero. I did not work on the unexpected. Now he has not returned to amount to me and I am broke, to say the least. I have loads of financial commitments and I am not sure how I am gonna manage it. And to top it all, today is my credit card's due date. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I am pissed off with this fella is his indifference towards returning. Should he not take responsibility in returning the amount to me? He did not return my call or return my sms for few days. And then after few days he started giving reasons like he is out of town &amp; such stuff. And, now the latest development is that he has depositted the cash in one of the ICICI's branch on Friday. But till now it has not reached me. What in heaven's I am supposed to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I contact him, he says that he cannot do anything bcoz he has depositted the amount and so his work is over. Now its bank's responsibility to credit the amount to me. Wow! I loved this commited statement from him. I wish to kick his butt but i cannot until the amount reaches my hand. Unfair world! You cannot do certain things bcoz other things are dependent are on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am keeping my fingers' crossed and wait for a miracle to happen. Nothing short of miracle, can save me from the clutches of the banks' who have graciously given me credit cards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Inexperienced I am!!! :-( To handle such scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#CCCCCC&gt;psst.... I wish to hell I knew what to do in such scenarios?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A CLASS=readmorebutton HREF="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-4482237501870138450?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4482237501870138450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=4482237501870138450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4482237501870138450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4482237501870138450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-inexperienced-i-am.html' title='So inexperienced I am!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-7645747950871559651</id><published>2007-02-13T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T13:16:13.047+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Brief Update!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Planning to start a new idea of writing post. This is basically borrowed from &lt;A HREF="http://kroopa.blogspot.com/"&gt;kroopz&lt;/A&gt; but with a slight modification. I am planning to reply to the comments of the previous post before beginning the new post. Does that sound good? This way, I can definitely say to those who commented a more vociferous thanks. What ye say?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="2" BORDERCOLOR="#0000FF" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="2" WIDTH="75%"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR=#006600&gt;&lt;I&gt;to...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#ff6600&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://chaxblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;chax&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: Soon dude. soon. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://sakanext.blogspot.com/"&gt;saka&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;: uh!! what? dude, can ye plz explain further?? :-)&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR WIDTH="50%" SIZE="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;This is a brief update from my side. I have been out of action from blog-world for over 3 months so thought would give a brief update from moi side.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 3 months to be precise from Nov 24th till date Feb 13th, had been a good roller coaster ride. Simply due to lack to time &amp; balancing a huge pressure to make a +ve impact in office. So had to restrain from venturing into various of my online entertainments. So here is my brief update....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPAN CLASS="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;DEC 06&lt;/U&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL type="disc"&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Visited quite a few places on our way to a wedding. We went from B'lore to Belluru, Hallibidu, Kalasa, Hornadu. What a beauty these places are. Its a definite honeymoon spot esp Kalasa. Its the Karnataka equivalent of Munnar. Beauty par excellence. Also the architectural beauty of Belluru &amp; Hallibidu is fabulous. I would request all those who can plz visit these places and believe me you will not regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Attended one of my closest friends marriage. It was traditional Mangalorian Brahmin wedding. I enjoyed it. It was different but very refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Found a house @last. My college seniors house. Me &amp; my other senior is sharing the house. A good house but very far from the actual &lt;b&gt;happening&lt;/b&gt; Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Shifted my stuff from B'lore. Was a tough job. I had collected enough stuff thinking my life will be for-ever in B'lore. Way too many stuff for a bachelore, I should confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Went out with my b'lore friends to a resort and broke my ankle for the zillion-th time. Boy! My ankle's lady luck is working over-time. I am still able to run is a magic given the number of times I have twisted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Jan 07&lt;/U&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL type="disc"&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Spent my New Year eve fruitfully washing away my sins. Emptied my drum of mistakes &amp; "never-do" things so that I can refill it this year again. I had been to Puttaparthy and spent a useful 3days. Prolly a very good way to start the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Went to B'lore the following the weekend to meet my class-mate who had come down to India. CK is doing his doctorate in US of A. Met him kinda after an year, at least. It was nice to catch up with him &amp; the other gangsters. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;For Sankaranthi (or Pongal, for Tamilians) been to home for a lazy 3days. Spent the entire 3 days (i.e., 72hours) only on my bed and a couch near TV. In fact, one meal session I had in a spoon for not-wanting to get up to cleanse my hand. :-) Laziness is my birth right &amp; I exercised it to the best during those days. Also this was my 1st visit after I took up this new job, so it means I am visiting after 3+ months, the longest after my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Attended one of my class-mate's wedding in Hyd, my friends had come down for it and it was fun unlimited. We enjoyed our best. Roaming in the streets of Hyd when the entire city was asleep and doing things which made the police wonder if we are terrorists! :-) For further details, log onto &lt;A HREF="http://sakanext.blogspot.com/"&gt;saka&lt;/A&gt;'s page. &lt;A HREF="http://sakanext.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-hyd-trip.html"&gt;click here&lt;/A&gt; A good update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Spent one weekend purchasing stuff for my home. Bought a washing m/c and Diwan. It was my dream to set up a beautiful home, which you would love to return to from office. So in the process of setting it up. Hope I dont over do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Feb 07&lt;/U&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL type="disc"&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Spent another weekend cleaning my house and helped my room-mate purchasing for his trip to US of A. An official trip for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=#3366FF&gt;LIVING A LOVELY LONELY LIFE @ MY HOUSE. FOR THE NEXT 3 MONTHS, I AM ALL ALONE. HYD GALS, ARE YOU LISTENING?!! :-)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt; Wanted to update my blog, and doing it so. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A CLASS=readmorebutton HREF="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-7645747950871559651?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7645747950871559651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=7645747950871559651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7645747950871559651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7645747950871559651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/02/brief-update.html' title='Brief Update!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-2547667341780452695</id><published>2007-02-02T21:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:31:13.059+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Proporsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;There are loads to write after my previous post. Zillion things have happened after my Goa trip. I can fill up this post on that but I dont want to. This is come-back post is for a different reason.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an habit of opening my orkut account when I begin my day. I check my message &amp; reply to my scraps. I also visit other profiles who had visited mine. Today I came across a profile that came with the name Sindu. I went through her profile and was surprised to find this beautiful poem in her profile. I took a sudden liking to this and thought I should share it with you all. Without much crap from me, here it comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;       &lt;font size=5 color=#330099&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feelings.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw your name next to mine,&lt;br /&gt;In our wedding card,&lt;br /&gt;I felt blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing me in the traditional bride groom dress,&lt;br /&gt;I felt teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I held your hand,&lt;br /&gt;During the marriage rituals,&lt;br /&gt;I felt responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you entered my lonely bachelor life,&lt;br /&gt;And changed it into a heavenly abode,&lt;br /&gt;I felt lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you showed the same love as I did,&lt;br /&gt;Towards my parents,&lt;br /&gt;I felt proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you scolded me,&lt;br /&gt;For neglecting my heath amidst my hectic work,&lt;br /&gt;I felt pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you scream,&lt;br /&gt;Crying out of labor pains,&lt;br /&gt;I felt helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw tears of happiness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;As you looked at our kid,&lt;br /&gt;I felt blessed once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these feeling have bloomed in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;But are yet to blossom in reality.&lt;br /&gt;As these are feelings I long to feel,&lt;br /&gt;For these are still unfelt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033 size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;When will you marry me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=readmorebutton href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-2547667341780452695?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/2547667341780452695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=2547667341780452695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/2547667341780452695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/2547667341780452695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2007/02/beautiful-proporsal.html' title='A Beautiful Proporsal'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-7008997055543784662</id><published>2006-12-06T11:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:55:27.088+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tours and Travels'/><title type='text'>GoGoGoa!!! on 26.11.2006 (Final Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is the continuation of the previous posts. This is day four in Goa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a re-cap of day 1, 2 &amp; 3 for those who have gold-fish memory or for those who haven't read the earlier parts &amp; is lazy to do so. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Day 1 - 23.11.2006&lt;/font&gt; - Humble self fly into Bangalore from Hyderabad and 9 of us travel in 2 Santros to Goa thro' &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Tumkur-Arsikere-Badravathi-Jog Falls-Honava-Kumta-Karavar&lt;/font&gt;. We had a gruelling 18hours drive when we should have made it in about 12 to 14hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Day 2 - 24.11.2006&lt;/font&gt; - Missed Croc Watch &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Cambarjua Canal&lt;/font&gt; but instead visited &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;St. Francis Xavier Church&lt;/font&gt; then to &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Bogmalo Beach&lt;/font&gt; and finally to &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Majorda&lt;/font&gt; and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Day 3 - 25.11.2006&lt;/font&gt; - Were mis-led to DCH fort (remember, &lt;i&gt;Dil Chatha Hai&lt;/i&gt;??) but instead found ourselves in &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Fort Aguada&lt;/font&gt;. Then we jumped into waters of the flatest-shoreline in &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Arambol Beach&lt;/font&gt;. Wanted to end the day @ &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Club Cabana&lt;/font&gt; instead found ourselves discussing outside &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Vanilla lounge&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the final day in Goa.... :-) Here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#ff00ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;November 26, 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0000hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: These guys returned from a discussion with the localites and the result was, to quote my friend "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000ff&gt;Dude, it seems this is where the Goa night-life begins and after some time the crowd moves to the other places. And so according to these guys we are at the right place.&lt;/font&gt;" &lt;font size=2 color=#990333&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Thats it!! You guys were discussing for like 20minutes &amp; thats it? What a waste of 20minutes,"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I thought but said "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000ff&gt;That was quick.&lt;/font&gt;" And we finally had to pay Rs. 1800/- (Rs. 300 per head) to enter. :-( &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**To many Rs. 300 is cheap but i am crying bcoz i am tee-totaler and also dont have a gal-friend by my side. So for me its a waste &amp; not an investment.**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were about to enter, we were overtaken by a couple. And as always I noticed (only) the gal. And she looked familiar to me. Wow! What a beauty she was. She had a great great structure but a bit too thin for my style though. She was wearing a extreme-black Sun Dress and a small cute single pendant on gold-chain. I was not able to notice the shape of the pendant though. She was white. And the black dress accentuated your looks and structure. Boy! This one gal convinced me that the entry fee is worth it! ;-) She was extreme white. I am sure if white-color had some emotions &amp; feelings then it would enroll itself with a psychiatrist for anti-depression. I have seen fair-skinned or even an white-skinned but her color was way beyond my imagination. So against the extreme-white skin the velvetty full-black was a desirable combination. Also her texture was great. Whew! Lemme stop her, else this post will not be about my Goa trip but about my 3secs standing next to her. Oh! Did I tell her name here? She is Preeti Jhangiani! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were stamped on our hand(!!!) and we were greeted by a small "no-crowd" on an empty dance floor. &lt;b&gt;EMPTY!!!&lt;/b&gt; I looked at the guy who said "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000ff&gt;Dude, it seems this is where the Goa night-life begins...blah blah&lt;/font&gt;" &lt;font size=2 color=#990333&gt;**the hell it starts from here. It looks like a graveyard save few ghost-like drunkards trying not to fall hard on the floor.**&lt;/font&gt; Guess, I was too cynical. May be bcoz Rs. 300/- was still ringing in my head. Never the less, we ordered our drinks and then suddenly the music started to build up. Wow! Now thats something @least you can move your legs for. Though I would still prefer a geniune pop (or a hip-hop) against this crap. At that sudden point in time I realized the profoundity of the proverb &lt;font color=#0003ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beggars are not choosers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I shut my trap &amp; went onto the dance floor, which was still empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few minutes of I dancing noticed a small group of babes dancing next to us. And in that one was awesome! A shoulder-less top &amp; was oomph!!! I started eyeing her and was, after some time, receiving signals too. :-) We continued dancing and one point, I was considering approaching her but decided against it. &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**plz don't ask me why? till date i am not able understand why i missed this opportunity!!**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Oh, yeah! I should not forget to add that while returning from the disc, Romy said "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000ff&gt;Rp, those gals, you remember. Those who were dancing next to us?&lt;/font&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;I was like "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000ff&gt;uhh...uhmm.... yes&lt;/font&gt;" &lt;font size=2 color=#990333&gt;&lt;i&gt;**Did ye notice me eyeing them and they eyeing me??**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000ff&gt;They were eyeing...&lt;/font&gt;" while I was thinking &lt;font size=2 color=#990333&gt;&lt;i&gt;**I know! I know!**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. He completed it with "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000ff&gt;...me and Shashank.&lt;/font&gt;" I was like &lt;font size=2 color=#990333&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"WHAT!!! YOU &amp; SHASHANK??!! No way. It was me."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; but, again, I said "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000ff&gt;I know! I know!&lt;/font&gt;" I was actually shocked! Those two &amp; not me, yeah?? I tried to think logically to prove my might against their's and after a while I got a logical argument which they cannot refute - &lt;font size=2 color=#990333&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But, what about those times when you &amp; Shanshak were no where near the dance floor??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Now they dont know what happened that time, so this means I have the ball rolling. heee heee Though I never actually used this sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dance &amp; few morsels of something-like food we were tired and my mobile was glowing &lt;b&gt;0145&lt;/b&gt;. I wonder how brain works, the minute it saw the time sleep ambushed us. We packed our selves &amp; left the lounge towards our hotel. Just a block before the hotel, we stopped &amp; some of us suggested that we will take a looooooooong ride on the bikes. It was a two-motive stratergy. Primary being, lets burn the excessive petrol, the lender is not gonna bargain on it. Secondary being, this is our last night in Goa &amp; the roads are very inviting. :-) So we hit on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachin with Shruthi(wife) on Avenger. Pinky &amp; me on &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; Enfield. Shashank &amp; Romy (&lt;font size=2 color=#990333&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But, what about those times when you &amp; Shanshak were no where near the dance floor??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;) on the other Enfield. We ripped on the high-way kinda clean roads with no traffic. The bugger Sachin would overtake us &amp; would slow down till we overtake him. Again he would lower his gears and rip us out of shape. Arsehole! Enfield is a great vehicle but does not have the pick of Avenger and Sachin knew this pretty well. I am sure, Shruthi must have been a proud wife that day; after all, her husband is giving us a run for our money (literally). Suddenly my vehicle went into the reserve mode &amp; so we all returned to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0400hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: We started playing a card game brought by Shashank. I am sorry I forgot the name of the game. Will try to recollect &amp; post it soon. The teams were Shashank, Sachin &amp; me(&lt;b&gt;SSRP&lt;/b&gt;) Vs Pinky, Romy &amp; Shruthi(&lt;b&gt;PRS&lt;/b&gt;). We won them by zillion points. :-) Anyways, the losing team, which was undoubtedly PRS, is not gonna agree. But for records, SSRP team won like a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge margin against PRS, whose poor performance out beat India's performance in the on-going SA tour. After the game, at about 0500hrs we hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0800hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**snore snore**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0900hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**snore snore**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Lazily we all woke up. And realized the folly of waking up late. We have to leave today &amp; early morn drive was suggested &amp; agreed upon too. :-( Anyways, without wasting much time we got ready. A small group went ahead to make some purchases and few of the more responsible guys stayed back to wind up the room-vacating activity. We cleared that &amp; went for break-fast. Only Deb, Romy, Sachin, Shruthi &amp; Me were present @ the same hotel for breakfast. Others had it at the place of their shopping. After the order, Shruthi went for a small quick jewelery shopping. And the remaining of us played few boards of pool and returned to our hotel. I was sweating like water falls and we finished the final formalities of room vacating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea now was that Smriti &amp; me were to board our respective flight and the rest would continue on their car. So, we split up. Shashank &amp; Pinky would drop Smriti &amp; me and join the rest on NH17. So when I was about to get into my car, I went greeting everybody a "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000ff&gt;ah! such a nice trip&lt;/font&gt;" and stuff. And, when I neared Romy, my thoughts were  &lt;font size=2 color=#990333&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But, what about those times when you &amp; Shanshak were no where near the dance floor??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; but I said "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000ff&gt;Nice catch up dude. Lets repeat it for Andaman&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Goa Airport, I have loads to say but already this post is way toooooo long Lemme say that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#ff0000&gt;NOT ABLE TO UPLOAD IMAGES! Will try after some time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=readmorebutton href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-7008997055543784662?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7008997055543784662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=7008997055543784662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7008997055543784662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7008997055543784662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/12/gogogoa-on-26112006-final-day.html' title='GoGoGoa!!! on 26.11.2006 (Final Day)'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1278289071074527398</id><published>2006-12-01T21:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:41:38.783+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tours and Travels'/><title type='text'>GoGoGoa!!! on 25.11.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is the continuation of the previous posts. This is day three in Goa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a re-cap of day 1 &amp; 2 for those who have gold-fish memory or for those who haven't read the 1st part &amp; is lazy to do so. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Day 1 - 23.11.2006&lt;/font&gt; - Humble self fly into Bangalore from Hyderabad and 9 of us travel in 2 Santros to Goa thro' &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Tumkur-Arsikere-Badravathi-Jog Falls-Honava-Kumta-Karavar&lt;/font&gt;. We had a gruelling 18hours drive when we should have made it in about 12 to 14hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Day 2 - 24.11.2006&lt;/font&gt; - Missed Croc Watch &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Cambarjua Canal&lt;/font&gt; but instead visited &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;St. Francis Xavier Church&lt;/font&gt; then to &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Bogmalo Beach&lt;/font&gt; and finally to &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Majorda&lt;/font&gt; and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the 3rd day in Goa. Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#ff00ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;November 25, 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0000hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**snore snore**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0400hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**snore snore**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0800hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;BANG! BANG!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=2 color=#0000d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holy Christ! This guy never sleeps and never allows us to sleep too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;BANG! BANG!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=2 color=#0000d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dude! Stop disturbing yaar. I will give my Enfield go for a ride &amp; leave me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**snore snore**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=2 color=#0000d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT! ROYAL ENFIELD!!! No way!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I opened the door and let that idiot to disturb us again. Grrr.... Wish early morning I had the energy to strangle his neck &lt;i&gt;violenty&lt;/i&gt; &amp; go back to &lt;i&gt;peaceful&lt;/i&gt; sleep. Again, we repeated the same chore and got ready in a jiffy of less of 2hours! :-) We landed in the same shack for breakfast. Literally had the same menu on the same table served by the same waiter but the bill was costlier. :-O God knows how and I left the job to God &amp; did not bother to ask GOD later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/797082/goa12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/320/572721/goa12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;1200hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Almost the same group re-grouped on the same vehicles and today's itinerary was targetting northern Goa. We left on our great vehicles towards &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Aguada Fort&lt;/font&gt;. One amazing character in our group, whom we call the organizer of this trip had mis-informed us in telling this is the famous GOA fort from the film DCH!! We were all geared up and ready to go &amp; take similar stills.  When we reached there, we realized this fort is not what we were told. Grrr... all of us were searching this fella who gave us wrong info. Comfortably till our anger simmered down he was lost. Fortunate for him, the anger simmered down very quickly. This fort is awesome. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/100180/goa16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/400/965190/goa16.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very very beautiful. The sea on 3 sides &amp; a nice but not-so-magnificient semi-forest on the other. Very pretty. This place is now a part of memory for here we had some of our best snaps. And the best best ever clicked by your humble self. :-) Unfortunately none of the snaps are with me right now, will post the snaps separately at a later date. This is the largest &amp; the best-preserved fort in Goa, built between 1609 - 1612. This is the only fort that remained unconquered during the 450yr Portuguese rule. The fort has an impressive 13mt tall light-house, but tourists are not allowed to go up. This is the oldest structure of its kind in Asia. Among the various historical importances, this fort happens to be the largest prison in Goa. This is a beautiful fort and plz do not miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;1600hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Then we shot to the next destination. &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Arambol beach&lt;/font&gt; it was. The best ever ride we had. This ride saw us doing loads of stunts. To start with the road is awesome. It was like riding across a hill to reach the beach. Remember we were on 2 Enfields + 1 Avenger + 1 Santo. We did crazy stuffs like Escort the Santro for some distance and such silly other scenes. But the best was yet to come. One guy (Mr. Pinky) suggested that we do a synchronized over-take &amp; escort. The idea is that the video-cam will be with the Avenger pillion, who will be sitting facing the traffic-behind(!). The Avenger will be goin in front followed by the Santro. The 2 Enfields will be following the Santro. At the signal, both Enfields were to overtake the Santro one on each side and come right in front of it &amp; Escort it further. We did this once but we did not get the sync. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/109338/goa13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/320/604193/goa13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then again after few yards we tried again &amp; to our surprise it came to an amazing level perfection. The 1st attempt saw everybody making mistake - the cam, the bikers, the car &amp; everything. But the 2nd attempt was like a computer generated one. Perfect!!! When I get those video's I shall post them here. :-) This beach was awesome, to say the least. It was crowded but yet everybody had enough space to feel private. We immediately stripped ourselves; ofcourse, except the gals &amp; definitely we were not naked ;-) and ran into the sea. The best part of this beach is that this is the flatest sea-shore line I have ever been to.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/432035/goa15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/400/546742/goa15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have no idea even about the spelling of swimming but I was able to walk upto 25 to 30 mts into the sea and still the water was way below my chin!! The feeling of so far into the sea is awesome. I am waiting to learn swimming and enter Arambol beach! And, yeah, I should not forget that some stupid sand particles enter my left eye &amp; irritated me so much that I had to abandon playing and close my eyes to silenty suffer the pain. In fact, when i quickly wink even now, i feel some few particles somewhere inside the eye!!! :-( This beach even has some small 1-room buildings that are available for rent @ 350/day!!! These buildings are about 10-15mts from the sea (mark it, from sea &amp; not from beach!!!). So the next I visit Goa, I am sure to stay @ this small 1-room apartments just to enjoy '&lt;b&gt;a day @ sea-side&lt;/b&gt;'. We had a semi-lunchish-semi-dinnerish-semi-snackish items @ 1900hrs here. Then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/32801/goa14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/400/824220/goa14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;2000hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: We began our journey back hotel. We reached our hotel &amp; refreshed ourselves and it was like 2300hrs before we were all fresh. I am purposefully not putting much details in this time-frame bcoz there are lots to write about 2300hrs+ :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;2300hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: We left our hotel; all dressed to kill. &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**always wanted use this sentence**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; :-) We were prepared to go to &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Club Cabana&lt;/font&gt;. But in the mean time, Shashank found out that there is a better place closer to our hotel called &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Vanilla Lounge&lt;/font&gt;. Apparently this place is far better and had no extra charges unlike Club Cabana! We zoomed to this place. The minute we neared the place we knew we are in game for a great night. Unfortunately, I am not getting any snaps of this light show. It was not great but was fitting the party atmosphere. It was like a huge bright lamp hitting its powerful light on a ball of mirror and the light gets reflected into the night sky!!! :-) I heard that one can spot this light work even as far as 5-6km. Wow! Then came the shock!! There is an entry fee for guys (only) &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**unfair world**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; in this club and the entry is not covered!! :-( And the entry charge was putting us back my Rs. 2000/- + we havent had our dinner. Unfortunately, they would not accept card both at entry &amp; inside!!! :-( This means wipe out every penny in pocket inside &amp; walk out penniless. :-((I was suggesting that we go to Club Cabana. But there was a small discussion on what to do next. The others guys in our group (i mean, other than me) found few localites and went to find out about the other options. We did not want to spend Rs. 2000 for a non-rock music! They were playing some sad pop music! I like pop but this was real sad selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked @ the watch &amp; it showed.... &lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;2358hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to see these guys were returning with some very nice information from the localites. 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This is day two in Goa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a re-cap of day 1 for those who have gold-fish memory or for those who haven't read the 1st part &amp; is lazy to do so. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Day 1 - 23.11.2006&lt;/font&gt; - Humble self fly into Bangalore from Hyderabad and 9 of us travel in 2 Santros to Goa thro' &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Tumkur-Arsikere-Badravathi-Jog Falls-Honava-Kumta-Karavar&lt;/font&gt;. We had a gruelling 18hours drive when we should have made it in about 12 to 14hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day two was a picture of few kms of &lt;font color=#aa0000&gt;ROYAL ENFIELD&lt;/font&gt; + ferry + 1 church + 1 beach. Here is day two for you fella.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#ff00ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;November 24, 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0000hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**snore snore**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0400hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**snore snore**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;BANG! BANG!&lt;/font&gt; I thought somebody is running in the corridor and I was mildly irritated that my fitfull sleep is disturbed. &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;BANG! BANG!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=2 color=#0000d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who the F is this? Cant (s)he run slowly or jog outside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;BANG! BANG!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=2 color=#0000d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;For heaven's sake stop it. Its middle of the night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I opened my left eye. And, heard the jogger was even talking loudly over the phone. &lt;b&gt;Loudly!!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size=2 color=#0000d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doesn't (s)he understand other humans live in the same building.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; "&lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;Wake up! Lazy bones! Wake up!&lt;/font&gt;"  &lt;font size=2 color=#0000d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;The jogger has a familiar voice as that of my friend! What is he doing in Hyderabad?!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I looked around and was shocked!! &lt;font size=2 color=#0000d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;uh!...er...oh! I am in Goa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I saw the watch. &lt;font size=2 color=#0000d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;and its not midnight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0800hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: I opened the door and we (total 3 per room) were beaten up like slaves late for work. We were too tired to even protest. Within a flash (actually it was over 1hour) we got ready for the next day's journey. We went to another of those beach-shacks for break-fast &amp; had breakfast for Rs.1200/- &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/146856/Goa03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/320/399363/Goa03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The waiters were afraid to even come near us. Guys were eating anything that was moving or for that matter, still too. Any thing and every thing was the mantra. Ofcourse, there were 3 strict eggitarians around like me. :-) In the mean time we had arranged for 2 &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Royal Enfield&lt;/font&gt;s and 1 &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Avenger&lt;/font&gt; for our roaming within Goa. Each costed us a paltry sum of Rs. 350/day!! Because we had gone thro the guest-house where we were staying, we were not even asked for security deposit. We filled petrol and we were on the bikes going &lt;font color=#aa0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;DHOOT... DHOOT... DHOOT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Awesome feel riding a Royal Enfield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/136838/goa04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/200/785232/goa04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;1200hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: We slowly &amp; reluctantly got up from our breakfast table, having cleared our bills. We were split like 6 on 3 bikes &amp; 3 in car. I promptly picked a Enfield and refused to hand over the key even while having bath. :-) &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;selfish!!! heee heee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/811937/Goa05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/200/188254/Goa05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 1st place we embared on was &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Cambarjua Canal&lt;/font&gt;. This place is supposed to be famous for its &lt;b&gt;Crocodile Watch&lt;/b&gt;. Apparently Crocs come out &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; in the morning for the birds to clean up its mouth &amp; teeth. This place was like an hour ride from where we were staying, which is &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Calangute&lt;/font&gt;. We went driving &amp; riding and were lost every 100mts. Finally when we reached a place, we were told tha croc watch is poss only in early morning hour! :-( So we dropped the plan but we ferried our bikes across the small stream. The ferrying is done for free!! :-) For Free!!!! amazing isn't it?? The croc watch images are awesome. I have put them here for benefit of understanding. Just imagine a croc right next to you when you are in a ferry!! must have been thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/557871/goa07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/320/756241/goa07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;1500hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Having lost our 1st visit to our sleep. We substituted that with a unplanned church. &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;St. Francis Xavier Church&lt;/font&gt;. This church is very good. When you enter in you are greeted by a relatively big altar, almost completely gold!! When asked somebody around me said it is Gold plated. Never the less, it was Gold and thats all mattered to me. It was very nice. In this church, they even had the body of St. Francis Xavier preserved and is displayed for all to see! The church was nice and has a huuuuuuuuge front garden. The church was originally built in the year 1545 but later renovated in year 1884. The body of the Saint has been around from 1622, the year he was canonized. Pretty interesting fact! The church is good visit. Its near Old Goa, Panjim. But beware of those road-side sellers, they like get onto your nerves. Yeah, if i dont say this it will not be good. When we were about to enter the Church compound, we were greet by another tourist walking ahead of us. Boy! She was wearing a short bright-red skirt &amp; had such beautiful sexy legs.... man, God knows how to create! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/216740/goa06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/400/623323/goa06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;1700hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: We went straight ahead to the next beach spot, where we were to finish our lunch. This beach is called &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Bogmalo&lt;/font&gt; Beach. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/790552/goa09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/320/991172/goa09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its just 4Km from the &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Dabolim Airport&lt;/font&gt;. While going to this place, I was frustrated by the slow moving fellas. I know that with Royal Enfield @ hand, if you go on 30Km/hr, its a crime. So, I decided to rip. I rode like I was possessed. Smrithi was behind me and she did not complain. The speedo-meter was not working and so I had no fears! I actually missed the left turn &amp; went ahead &amp; waiting for others to catch up. When they reached me, the guy in the car came &amp; freaked me out with a revelation!!! &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;"Dude, I was trying to chase you but you were unreachable. I was on 80+ and you were still pulling away from me! You must have been on 100Km/hr."&lt;/font&gt; Wow! Can you believe it? I was on 100 and I did not even feel it!!! Thats Royal Enfield for you guys! :-) Ok, we reached Bogmalo, not a very clean beach. We were hungry like hell, so we gobbled some grub. We played volley-ball for few minutes and played a rough rough mini-football. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/783771/goa08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/320/631845/goa08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my team lost the way India is cricket losing in SA, right now. We were tired almost instanteneously. We saw a guy doing wind-surfing. And it seem like fun. I wanted to do but unfortunately, I did not know swimming and I did not want to risk it. I decided someday I will learn swimming and will definitely do this wind-surfing. Its a target I have given myself. We also noticed that a group of tourist returning on a dingy from an island and we came to know that this service is only for the resident of the star-hotel situated @ the beach. Unfair world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;2000hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: We, with the help of the gals, requested one of the hotel fellas to rent a room for 1 hour for all of us to refresh. We refreshed in less about 1hr with just 1 bathroom. A record indeed. Imagine, 9 fellas (6 guys + 3 gals)  within an hour sharing the same bathroom! Oh, yeah, this a record only bcoz none of us shared the bathroom together. :-) By the time we started it was close to 2130hrs. We went to the nearest casino, which was in &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Majorda&lt;/font&gt;. The casino is called &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Treasures&lt;/font&gt;. This is open 24hrs and is situated in like a 3-star hotel and is free entry only for the residents of the hotel. For others we need to shell out Rs. 200/- &amp; its not covered either. The casino looked deserted and so was not very inviting. Though we heard that this casino is the one of the most wanted one but we could not find any signs of it. So we left the place immediately. The time was close to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;2000hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: ...and now we thought this is the time to hit to &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Colva&lt;/font&gt; beach. It seems there is a very good disc out there. I guess we were talking about &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Avloc&lt;/font&gt; and we started our journey towards it. But, mid-way the gang decided that they were tired as hell and we would return to hotel. And we did exactly that! So no disc on day 1! :-((((( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/316178/goa11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/400/84898/goa11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This day was aimed @ south of Panjim. In fact, these area is called south circuit. The important beaches are &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Colva&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Palolem&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Majorda&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Bogmalo&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Benaulim&lt;/font&gt;. But Palolem was too far for us, so we decided on the other 3 &amp; finished 2. But I have been to Colva and believe me, its far better than the other two we visited this time. Colva is famous for its Sun-set and also for &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Martin's Corner&lt;/font&gt;, a food joint that rocks. Almost every celebrity who had visited Goa had been to this place. A rocking place and not very expensive too. No one should miss Colva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;2359hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**snore snore**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=readmorebutton href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-4193388812129747849?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4193388812129747849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=4193388812129747849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4193388812129747849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/4193388812129747849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/11/gogogoa-on-24112006.html' title='GoGoGoa!!! on 24.11.2006'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1397078426972252048</id><published>2006-11-29T15:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:22:43.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tours and Travels'/><title type='text'>GoGoGoa!!! on 23.11.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is about my trip to Goa with my friends from Bangalore. This is not my first  visit to Goa but was undoubtedly my best.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, during mid-August, me and my weekend gang @ B'lore had done a crazy drive trip between 3 states (&lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Karnataka, TN, AP&lt;/font&gt;) and 1 Union Territory(&lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Pondicherry&lt;/font&gt;) in 3 days. It was a loooooong looooooong drive but we enjoyed it. During that trip, we had decided on our next trip which was to be Goa. So the &lt;b&gt;Destination Goa&lt;/b&gt; project began. Slowly but steadily the preparation went on in the background and we started working out the details. The trip was to be made by a drive of over 680Km from B'lore to Goa in a very scenic route. And then hang around for few days and check on as many beaches &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**and ofcourse, the bikini babes ;-)**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and return the same way. Boy! Boy! It was a trip that can happen only once. We were in total of 9 ppl (5 guys + 2 gals + 1 couple). We had 2 Santros and we ripped on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chronological story begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#ff00ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;November 23, 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0000hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - Your humble highness had, unfortunately, moved cities between the &lt;b&gt;Destination Goa&lt;/b&gt;'s plan &amp; execution Phase. So this amazing self checks into Hyderabad Airport to fly down to Bangalore. The idea is that I will be picked up by my friends @ Airport by 0230hrs and immediately escape the out of city even before the Sun wakes. And thats exactly what happened, we zoomed out of the city by 0300hrs and waited for the other car to join us. We started our journey on the &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Tumkur&lt;/font&gt; highway. The highway was good and the air was filled with enthusiasm &amp; excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0400hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - We took the left-turn towards &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;ArsiKere&lt;/font&gt;. The route further was &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Kadur-Birur-Tarkere-Badravati&lt;/font&gt; and on. The frst leg of the trip did not have much to boast about, i mean, nothing was visible outside to even enjoy the scenic beauty (if any). And so the best part of this leg and also the entire trip were the songs. We were bundled like 5 + 4 in two cars. Each car was jarring with music. I insisted on sitting in the car where only Rock (or at the worst, Pop) is being played. I was a strict "no-no" for any other genre unless its gazals or carnatic, which was a taboo while driving to Goa. :-) Heard a lot of songs, which was much lighter than to my liking but had no choice. As guys around me were little aversive to the likes of &lt;font color=#aa0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Metallica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and stuff and many have not even heard the God "&lt;font color=#aa0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;" or "&lt;font color=#aa0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;MotoHead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;" or "&lt;font color=#aa0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ozzy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;"!!! &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**I could'nt believe it**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I heard a lot of "Bob M?lly" &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;**not sure of his spelling**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and I kinda liked it. Might try 2 listen to him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/13422/jogfalls.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/320/899308/jogfalls.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;0800hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - Stopped for breakfast. I guess this place is called &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Badravati&lt;/font&gt; but not sure. Me had nothing, as I have this travel sickness. So was on strict diet of only a cup of tea. By the time the break-fast session was over it was about 0900hrs. Then we switched some places, both the drivers and the passengers. I took the navigator seat and we zoomed further. The next stop was supposed to be only for lunch, but we had like a dozen piss-stops, as we used to call it. And, we reached &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Jog Falls&lt;/font&gt; sometime in the late morning; as per original plan, we were supposed to have a &lt;b&gt;early morning&lt;/b&gt; breakfast. :-) The Jog Falls was like a thin strand of white-hair from top till bottom. It was in pathetic condition with no water. But, I have seen Job Falls @ its best and here is the sample snap of how it looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/299742/Goa00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/320/323296/Goa00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;1200hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - We continued our journey in the near fantastic road till now. Suddenly the road seem to attack us. @ 1 point, while driving, we suddenly saw the road ended!!! Then to our surprise, we found a mud road taking off from a near clear road!! Boy! Boy! It was fun driving &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...er... navigating for me)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. We were supposed to reach by 1400hrs in Goa and we are still like 100s of KMs away from the border!! :-( But we did not mind as each of us had our own share of fun. The drivers &amp; navigator enjoyed the hair-pin bends &amp; the ghat-section driving. The other passengers had their share of fun by controlling their pukes. We took the route of &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Badravati-Sagar-Honava&lt;/font&gt; and further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;1500hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - We hit &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Kumta&lt;/font&gt;, which is still like 100Kms from Goa-Karnataka Border!! We could not manage our hunger and entered a hotel. And I was hungry like no other day. The minute the waiter got me a Slice, I did a bottoms up and request for another. I almost finished the 2nd one too but fortunately, my friend stopped me saying food is yet to come. I dug into anything remotely veg placed in front of me. The plates once placed in front of me can be directly used for the next dish without bothering to clean!! I did a thorough-job. We left by 1600hrs. But by this time, the main two drivers were drunk. The other two substitutes were slightly not sure which direction is west or east. But, yes, this is when the navigator &lt;font size=2 color=#d3d3d3&gt;&lt;i&gt;(thats me, ofcourse)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; had fun. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;1800hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - We continued the journey with me in the navigation seat still and the route was &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Kumta-Gokarna-Karvar-Goa&lt;/font&gt;. Wow! GOA @last!!!! We saw the sight of Goa and stopped the cars just after border and got down to hug each-other. A crazy routine, i should say. I remember that even during our Pondy trip, the minute we spotted Pondy we shouted @ top of our voices. :-) So we did our crazy routine and continued further in our journey into GOA, the promised land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/795815/Goa01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6629/1518/320/358559/Goa01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;2000hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - We @last spotted our hotel. whew!!! boy, everybody was tired as hell. The route from &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Karvar&lt;/font&gt; was simple but had a lot of traffic. Heavy traffic as in city traffic. We hit to our place Calangutte thro' &lt;font color=#0000aa&gt;Karvar-Varca-Colva-Dabolim-Panajim-Calangutte&lt;/font&gt;. Our drive @last ended. We quickly checked into the hotel and hurried got ourselves freshened up and rushed to the nearest beach-side shack for a heavy dinner. But, unfortunately, we were soooooooo tired that we could not have even half our capacity. We somehow finished the food session and head to our hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;2359hrs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - &lt;font color=#d3d3d3&gt;**snore!!! snore!!!**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=readmorebutton href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-1397078426972252048?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1397078426972252048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=1397078426972252048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1397078426972252048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1397078426972252048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/11/gogogoa-on-23112006.html' title='GoGoGoa!!! on 23.11.2006'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-3236320062146999432</id><published>2006-11-22T10:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:07:00.811+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>6 movies in 4 Days!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I have lots to write but thought would pen them in one post. No point in splitting bcoz all of them are of similar type. All of them concerns the various movies I have seen. :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a pathetic 3 weeks of house-hunt, I felt I needed a break. A serious break, I meant. But how will I if I have not yet completed what I had started? I mean, my house-hunt!! Fortunately, my college senior gave me the good news of his re-location to my current city - Hyd. Boy, what joy! I no more need stay all alone! :-) &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#D1D1D1 size=2&gt;**i hate living alone**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Since he is not sure of the exact locality where his office would be, we cannot search the house in advance until he arrives, which was @least an week away!! This mean, &lt;b&gt;FREEDOM!!!&lt;/b&gt; Now I am free of house-hunting for few days until my friend lands here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without wasting my time. I plunged upon this opportunity &amp; watched like &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#D1D1D1 size=2&gt;**wait lemme count**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; 6 movies :-) viz,&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt;Apna Sapna Money Money&lt;/font&gt; (Hindi)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt;The Departed&lt;/font&gt; (English)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt;Snakes on a plane&lt;/font&gt; (English)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt;The Great Train Robbery&lt;/font&gt; (English)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt;Crash&lt;/font&gt; (English)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;font color=#0033FF&gt;Being Cyrus&lt;/font&gt; (English/Hindi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know my opinion on these? :-) Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.movietalkies.com/movies/index.asp?MovieId=18667"&gt;&lt;font color=#0033ff&gt;&lt;u&gt;APNA SAPNA MONEY MONEY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Its hilarious movie but depends on how quickly does your humour-bone gets tickled (or not). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/ASMM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/ASMM.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cast is an impressive list of upcoming-actors. &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ritiesh Deshmukh, Celina Jaitley, Riya Sen, Shreyas Talpade, Koena Mitra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and also some veterans like &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jackie Shroff, Suniel Shetty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. The story as such isnt that great. A normal story with a guy in love with another gal &amp; his friend , a petty-thief, helps him out. A age-old story. But the only difference is that the entire set of protoganist(s) are behind money. Every body needs money. The acting of Ritiesh Deshmukh has been a revelation. He was pathetic in his early films &amp; has not improved a lot. Pretty decent. His acting prowess is shown completely in this movie, esp his appearance as a lady. :-) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/ASMM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/ASMM1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilarious. He has acted very well. For a new comer, Koena Mitra has proved to be good. And, as always, Shreyas Talpade is awesome. A movie worth watching esp if you get quickly tickled on your humour-bone. Yeah, I should not miss it. The music is very good. Esp the title song. Pritam is giving lots of very good scores. And skin-show was @ its peak. Boy! Boy! Koena Mitra &amp; Celina Jaitely will make any saint lose his saint-hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0407887/"&gt;&lt;font color=#0033ff&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE DEPARTED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: An awesome movie. The Crux of the movie is how the police infiltrates the criminal gangs &amp; the criminals infiltrate the cop ranks. And the life of these infiltrators! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/TD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/TD.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie is excellently directed by &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Martin Scorsese&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. The direction is such that you know and yet you don't know. He has nicely played with the screen-play to get a high thrill quotient. Guess will try &amp; see his other movies. The star cast is very impressive. &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio, Matt Damon, Jack Nicholson, Mark Wahlberg, Martin Sheen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; What acting. Phew! Jack Nicholson is so sexy in this movie. He over powers the charm of both Leonardo &amp; Matt, who themselves are very masculine &amp; good-looking. Phew! I am going crazy on Jack! He has a smooth presence on screen. The way he walks in or render his lines with such ease, he makes you wonder if he is portraying his real-life character. A movie worth watching for both direction &amp; Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0417148/"&gt;&lt;font color=#0033ff&gt;&lt;u&gt;SNAKES ON A PLANE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Another fantastic movie. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/SOAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/SOAP.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though a freaking frightening movie yet its worth the penny. At the end of the movie, I am sure you will freak out every time you see a snake. What a direction by &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;David R. Ellis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. He freaks you out. &lt;b&gt;WEAK-HEARTED PPL PLZ KEEP OFF THIS MOVIE.&lt;/b&gt; The entire movie is about how thousands of very poisonous snakes suddenly appears on-board a 747. Boy, it was very very frightening. The entire movie is how the crew &amp; the passengers almost lose out to the snakes and finally somehow manage to reach alive albeit only a handful. The start cast is again an impressive one with &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sameul L Jackson, Julianna Margulies, Nathan Phillips, Rachel Blanchard, Flex Alexander.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Sameul Jackson is awesome. What screen presence and the force with which his acts is awesome. He over-powers everyone. Julianna is hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot. :-) Definitely gonna watch her other (if any, interesting) movies. ;-) Check this &lt;a href="http://www.snakesonaplane.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0079240/"&gt;&lt;font color=#0033ff&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE GREAT TRAIN ROBBERY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Do I need to even comment on this? What a classic it is. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/TGTR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/TGTR.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to my surprise, it is directed by my fav author &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael Crichton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Never knew he was an director too. :-) What a revelation. I love this. And the cast again contains my fav actor &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sean Connery&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; among with others like &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donald Sutherland, Lesley-Anne Down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; This is a movie which should go into your collection. I am sure to buy this DVD once I buy myself a DVD-player :-) I dont even have the rights to comment on the acting prowess &amp; capability of &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sean Connery or Micheal Crichton.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Just watch it &amp; you will not regret it. And did i say its a collectors' item? Hope so. If you like own certain DVDs &amp; Books then both the book &amp; the movie is awesome. I have read the book too. Its worth the penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/crash.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0375679/"&gt;&lt;font color=#0033ff&gt;&lt;u&gt;CRASH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: This is an interesting movie with an interesting concept. The movie is directed by &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paul Haggis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; The story concept was a bit confusing to me until i realized that there is not much of story in it! The movie is all about how few disconnected people bump into each other &amp; change the course of each-others lives. In short, how the lives of disconnected people "crash" into each other. &lt;font color=#D1D1D1 size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;**got the idea behind the name of the movie??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; The movie has so many in their cast that I did not even recognize lot of them. I am listing only the few whom i could recognize. The cast is filled with &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sandra Bullock, Matt Dillon, Brendan Fraser.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; A good movie. A great time-pass. But not my collectors' item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/BC.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412308/"&gt;&lt;font color=#0033ff&gt;&lt;u&gt;BEING CYRUS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: If you dont get confused @ the begining. And till the last few scenes plz call me. I will bow-down to your abstract thinking. This movie, directed by &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Homi Adajania&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. This is a dark (apparently) comedic venture by this debutant director. When the movie ended I enjoyed it. It was a good movie. But till the movie ends you will frustrated on whats happening. The best part of the movie is &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saif Ali Khan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Boy! Boy! He fits into any role, I suppose. Imagine his previous movie to this was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0456165/"&gt;Salaam Namaste&lt;/a&gt;, which was full comedy-romantic role and the very next movie a dark-psychotic role. Mark of a great actor. This movie cast is also very impressive with &lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naseeruddin Shah, Dimple Kapadia, Boman Irani, Simone Singh, Manoj Pahwa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Its a nice movie. If you like seeing movie beyond whats screened then you will not regret watching this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=readmorebutton href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-3236320062146999432?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3236320062146999432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=3236320062146999432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/3236320062146999432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/3236320062146999432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/11/6-movies-in-4-days.html' title='6 movies in 4 Days!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-7922031838632557413</id><published>2006-11-21T16:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:12:56.002+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>(Attempting for a) Blog Template Update!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is inspired by &lt;a href="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;PV&lt;/a&gt; &amp; Others! :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to update my template for a real long time. And have been actively updating my template. But I have been updated or modifying only the old version of the template. I mean not the beta blogger ones. So today I decided to jump into the well.&lt;br /&gt;I am (like most of the users across the globe) unhappy with my template. The template provided by blogger is not very flexible from my perspective. And I realized, if I wanna get what I want then I need to work towards it. Obvious. So, now I am working towards it. In the mean time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;center&gt;You will so many changes that might not be pleasant. Sorry for inconvienience.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, to whom I am apologizing? :-) I need not apologize 4 two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. its my webpage, i can do what-ever i feel like. :-) thats the 1st reason why we have a blog. to do what-ever we feel like!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. read the 1st again. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=readmorebutton href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-7922031838632557413?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7922031838632557413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=7922031838632557413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7922031838632557413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/7922031838632557413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/11/attempting-for-blog-template-update.html' title='(Attempting for a) Blog Template Update!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-6358024325402109776</id><published>2006-11-17T15:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:59:17.369+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyd'/><title type='text'>Hyd House Hunting Sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;As a prelude to the not-yet-aware-of-this-development readers. I recently hopped my company and this forced me to change my town too. I was earlier in Bangalore, India and now I am in Hyd, India. And, this is about my house-hunt in Hyd. Read on....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size=2 color=#C0C0C0&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#8E8DA9&gt;Hyd?!! Amazing dude. A very cheap place compared to Bangalore. You will get a 1BHK for a very reasonable rates.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;", commented 1 guy working for a very big MNC with a $ attached to its name.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#8E8DA9&gt;Fantastic! Its the right break through man. You can start saving a lot in Hyd. A very cheap cost of living. Savings start right from you house-rents.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;", convinced 1 more guy working for an very big Indian firm &amp; placed in Bombay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can these two arsehole come in front me now?? I wanna give a square kick on their butts!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I am pissed off. Bordering around frustration. What crap are these prices? The rent-rates are mind-boggling. Freak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme give some examples...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Example 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Imagine a small 1BHK in an stupid area with buffallos all around &amp; no flooring. Cupboards? Sorry the owner is not aware of such architectural advancements; when he constructed the house way back in June 2006, such entities like cupboards, shower, geyser did not exists. &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;font size=2 color=#000088&gt;Area is very good. You can get fresh milk near by&lt;/font&gt;" said the owner. &lt;font size=2 color=#880000&gt;**directly from the buffalloes udder, i suppose**&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;font size=2 color=#000088&gt;You have parking facility for you bike&lt;/font&gt;", he goes. &lt;font size=2 color=#880000&gt;**do you think the buffalloes will accept an intruder - my bike - in their yard?**&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;font size=2 color=#000088&gt;The rent is also @ a reasonable rate. Rs 6000/month &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;" he qouted. &lt;font size=2 color=#880000&gt;**What the F!!**&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My face also said the same I suppose, for he tried to reason out saying "&lt;font size=2 color=#000088&gt;Saar, very close to Hitec City, Saar.&lt;/font&gt;" &lt;font size=2 color=#880000&gt;**So? Do humans live here?**&lt;/font&gt; I walked out &amp; realized I should'nt have walked in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=#FF9900&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the benefit of the ppl, who are not aware of Indian scenario (are there any who will be reading my blog?), here is a gist:&lt;br /&gt;1. 1BHK means 1-Bedroom-Hall-Kitchen. Yes it does not talk about restrooms but we expect the architects to be sensible.&lt;br /&gt;2. Most of the houses are not-furnished. Actually some of them are under-furnished, as in there will not even be shelves. Only plain 4 walls make a room.&lt;br /&gt;3. 1BHK + unfurnished + 350-400 sqft of carpet area is, under normal circumstances, should be about 2-3K/month only!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Example 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: The broker took me to another place, which in his words is "&lt;font size=2 color=#FF99FF&gt;a very good peaceful place saar.&lt;/font&gt;" &lt;font size=2 color=880000&gt;**yeah, i chose that color specifically for his words bcoz all these idiots (read as brokers) spoke in flowery-flowery words**&lt;/font&gt; He sat behind on my bike &amp; we started our journey. "&lt;font size=2 color=#FF99FF&gt;just here saar&lt;/font&gt;" after few minutes of ride "&lt;font size=2 color=#FF99FF&gt;just little ahead saar&lt;/font&gt;" and after few more minutes, the road ended and I obviously stopped. "&lt;font size=2 color=#FF99FF&gt;y did you stop saar? just a little further, saar.&lt;/font&gt;" &lt;font size = 2 color=#880000&gt;**where the hell is the road?**&lt;/font&gt; And then I saw a faint mud-path which a few 1000s years ago neantherdal man treaded upon. I went ahead with his directions, which was nothing more than "&lt;font size=2 color=#FF99FF&gt;just here saar&lt;/font&gt;" After few more minutes of bumpy ride on a road-less road, suddenly "&lt;font size=2 color=#FF99FF&gt;saar, stop saar. this is the house saar.&lt;/font&gt;" &lt;font size=2 color=#880000&gt;**...er....uh....where is it?**&lt;/font&gt; I should have backed out the minute he said peaceful. Dumb me! And the house, dont even wanna think about it. It stinks! Literally. A small rabbit-hole &amp; guess what? "&lt;font size=2 color=#000088&gt;Rent is a reasonable 6K only!!&lt;/font&gt;" &lt;font size=2 color=#880000&gt;**is it rule to put reasonable before 6K always? and is that gonna convince me to take the fuck-all house??!**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can continue with such examples for ever. But no point. The gist, is &lt;b&gt;Hyd sucks!!&lt;/b&gt;. With my house-hunt this is the info I have gathered, if this is gonna be of some use to somebody I will be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;font color=#660000&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Avgerage Rent Rates:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1. &lt;font color=#FF6699&gt;&lt;u&gt;Central Hyd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#880000&gt;**less than 10km from HiTec City**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;6K - 10K&lt;/font&gt;; 2BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;8K - 12&lt;/font&gt;; 3BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;12K - 25K&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. &lt;font color=#FF6699&gt;&lt;u&gt;West Hyd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#880000&gt;**less than 10km from HiTec City**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;6K - 8K&lt;/font&gt;; 2BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;8K - 11&lt;/font&gt;; 3BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;10K - 20K&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. &lt;font color=#FF6699&gt;&lt;u&gt;East Hyd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#880000&gt;**more than 15km from HiTec City**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;3K - 5K&lt;/font&gt;; 2BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;5K - 8K&lt;/font&gt;; 3BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;7K - 15K&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4. &lt;font color=#FF6699&gt;&lt;u&gt;Outside Hyd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;font size=2 color=#880000&gt;**otherside of HiTec City**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;6K - 10K&lt;/font&gt;; 2BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;8K - 12&lt;/font&gt;; 3BHK - &lt;font color=##0000FF&gt;12K - 20K&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is to warn other &lt;i&gt;bakras&lt;/i&gt; like me to think twice before you come to hyd. The attitude of the owners here is very bad. This the statement, which shocked me &amp; my aunt (who is helping me), "&lt;font size=2 color=#0000FF&gt;Saar for no reason the owners are chasing the old tenants and renting it out for new tenants for double the rent saar&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#ff0000&gt;Can those two arsehole come in front me now??&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give a square kick on their butts!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=readmorebutton href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-6358024325402109776?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6358024325402109776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=6358024325402109776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6358024325402109776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6358024325402109776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/11/hyd-house-hunting-sucks.html' title='Hyd House Hunting Sucks!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-1344008902103288372</id><published>2006-11-08T13:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:50:15.456+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Dinner Debacle!</title><content type='html'>Me and my friends had gone to a hotel for a round of dinner. This is apparently a treat from my side for getting a job in their home-town. Normally, I would have expected them to gimme treat as I am the guest &amp; they are the host in the town. But the world does not work that way! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered this hotel, which was pretty busy. There was only 1 table left and we (3 of us) jumped on it lest somebody will occupy it! We gave a good list of order, starting from soup to appetizers/starters nd stuff. The description of the items' we ordered were yummy and we were waiting to gobble them. We were hungry like a starving lion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good but the service was pathetic... Lemme explain - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;i&gt;The starters came even before the soup!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I was surprised. Normally the items come together or @least the soup is brought 1st. Or thats what I have learnt from the zillion times I have had outside!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/320/soup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. 10mins aft the starter, soup was got it. The soup tasted as though it has been kept burning for like hours. Yuuks! It tasted nasty. We returned the soup. The waiter questions our judgement!! He insisted the soup is good. He even said "Sir, I tasted it and it tastes good" Wow! &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;i&gt;He tasted the soup he got for me!!! And he wants to gimme the same soup!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Boy, from which village they got him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After about 20mins, the waiter returns empty handed with a news that "Sir, your second starter is not available" What!!! Dude, &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;i&gt;its 40mins since we gave our orders.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 30mins since you got our 1st starter. And, now ye say, the item order is out of stock!!!! Did it suddenly vanish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/wrong.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. With frustration, we give him our main course order. Surprisingly, with 20mins he returns with the order. He is about to serve us and suddenly we realized that this is not what we ordered!!! &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;i&gt;The order was sent to a wrong table!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; No wonder he got it within 20mins. And after another 20mins, he got the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. But, again, a mistake! He reversed the order of serving. We had order roti-basket (roti is indian bread) and some rice item with a side-dish. The waiter serves us the side-dish and starts with the rice!!! Dude, &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;i&gt;in my country, which is exactly were we are right now, we serve roti before rice!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; "Oh! Sorry Sir. I shall get the roti now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He gets the roti-basket &amp; leaves the rice right next to us to get cold! It will take us @least 10-15min to finish roti's (which is anyway the stardard roti time). This means &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;i&gt;by the time we move to rice, the rice is as cold as anartica would be!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Dude, cant you keep it inside &amp; warm it again???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/frustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/320/frustration.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Finally, still hope in our hearts, we order dessert. 2 ice-creams + 1 fruit salad &lt;b&gt;without&lt;/b&gt; icecream. This guy gets 3 ice-creams + fruit-salad!! 3 ice-creams?!! "Sir, thats for the fruit salad!" What!! No energy in us to fight. Though our order was without ice-cream, &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;i&gt;fruit-salad with ice-cream (@least in my country) is served in the same bowl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; NOT SEPERATELY!!!!!! &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;**God! Remind me about this incident next time i meet you**&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/Waiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/Waiter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We paid him without keeping tips. Why should I? For what service he did, he should be giving away somr money to get rid of me, if i create ruckus!&lt;br /&gt;On a after-thought, we realized the food was tasty. Some items were very tasty. But the service was so pathetic, we left the place with a very bad feeling &amp; a vow "NEVER AGAIN HERE!" The management should take a notice of such important aspect if they ever want to grow big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=readmorebutton href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-1344008902103288372?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1344008902103288372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=1344008902103288372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1344008902103288372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/1344008902103288372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/11/dinner-debacle.html' title='Dinner Debacle!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-6965900955995131093</id><published>2006-11-03T15:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:30:23.287+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Company of Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is my opinion of khush's book titled same as my heading. i wanna warn the readers of this blog that the following contains some (apparently) un-acceptable words (very few though) and might not be a very impressive article. I somehow felt that i should dispel the wrong notion/misconception about this book so this article.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/CoW%2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/320/CoW%2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read this book this week. I was at Shopper Stop last weekend &amp; picked this book out of impulse. ;-) Started the book almost immediately. Found the book little different. To start with this book has very little story. One can say the story in one sentence: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;story of a divorced man whose libido is high &amp; dies out of AIDS, which he contacts having various fling-affairs!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :-) And regarding the plot or characters, nothing to boast about. The very interesting part of the book is the 1st page! Here you see a very profound statement by the author - I quote: "&lt;span style="color:#880088;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as a man gets older, his sex instincts travel from his middle to his head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" And, he goes upon stating that, i quote, "&lt;span style="color:#880088;"&gt;I started writting this when i was 83 and finished as i turned 85. This more a book of &lt;i&gt;fantasies of an octogenarian&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" But i believe this book contains more than sexual fantasy. It is actually &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the struggle of a man to find woman's love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Here are my impressions &amp; personal opinions about the book. Read On...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not regret having taken this book. or read, for that matter. I found the unsaid portion of the book very interesting. The book never says the following explicitly but thats the crux - "&lt;span style="color:#3300ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The protagonist Mr. Mohan Kumar is depraved of love of a woman.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1. He had lost his mother @ the time of birth. was raised by his father.(&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0399f0;"&gt;So no motherly love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. Never had a steady gal-friend @ his college; only erotic sexually-satisfying affairs.(&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0399f0;"&gt;So no love of a gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. Had a pathetic marriage. Where his wife was too immatured @ the time of marriage &amp; her pregnancy immediately after their honeymoon, did not make their relationship any stronger or better.(&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0399f0;"&gt;So no love of a wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he was lookin for was a good companion. Having started associating female gender with sex early on in his life, he was looking for a companion who can share bed with him. But, unlike how certain reviews have put it, this book is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a soft porn or a book of sex. Its a book about how a man gets frustrated in his life without love of a women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000cc;"&gt;A man needs it every time of his life:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1. as a child, needs &lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;love his mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. as a teenager or youth, needs &lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;love of his gal-friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. as a husband, needs &lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;love of his wife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4. as a old-man, needs &lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;love of his wife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, none of these did Mohan Kumar get in his life. And, so he started getting confused between sex &amp; love yet deep inside him he wants a companion who will like/love him for what he his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is a not a very good book for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you are looking for an interesting plot...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...no this is not the book.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you are looking for descriptive erotic sex stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...no this is not the book.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you are looking for collectors item...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...no this is not the book.&lt;br /&gt;But, if you are looking to fill ur time with something (anything) to read then &lt;b&gt;may be&lt;/b&gt; this is not a bad choice. So, &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;if you are okay with some mediocre book then this tops the list. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/CoW%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/320/CoW%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reviews about this book that are useful&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mouthshut.com/review/Company_of_Women___The_-_Khushwant_Singh-62825-1.html"&gt;Mouthshut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mouthshut.com/product-reviews/Company_of_Women___The_-_Khushwant_Singh-925040475.html"&gt;More reviews....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=readmorebutton href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-6965900955995131093?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6965900955995131093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=6965900955995131093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6965900955995131093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6965900955995131093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/11/company-of-women.html' title='Company of Women'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-6806095233486641173</id><published>2006-11-01T12:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:31:58.700+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Ghost Busters (1984)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I visited my friend last night &amp; we both watched this movie on Sony-pix. Boy, we were not able to stop laughing. Every scene was interesting &amp; comical. Every dialogue is so situational &amp; the timing was awesome. So i decided to blog about it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/gb%2004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/320/gb%2004.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 scientist, &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;Peter Venkman&lt;/font&gt;(&lt;font color=#990099&gt;Bill Murray&lt;/font&gt;), &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;Ray Stantz&lt;/font&gt;(&lt;font color=#990099&gt;Dan Aykroyd&lt;/font&gt;), and &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;Egon Spengler&lt;/font&gt;(&lt;font color=#990099&gt;Harold Ramis&lt;/font&gt;),gets their grant @ Columbia University revoked (or expired, not sure). They suddenly find themselves job-less. They decide to fight against the world &amp; set up their own business. The business of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Ghostbusting - trapping pesky ghosts!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; They become extremly successful after a dull initial period. And, soon they are a celeb and are also joined by &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;Winston Zeddmore&lt;/font&gt;(&lt;font color=#990099&gt;Ernie Hudson&lt;/font&gt;), who is looking for a job with good pay. The story develops further on how famous they become &amp; towards the end of the movie, how they save the entire New York from ghosts. Thats it!! Thats all the story is!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the movie has got more to it than this. :-) Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/gb%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/400/gb%2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you read the story, you would wonder - STORY?? WHERE?? Might even come as a silly one. But, you gotta watch the movie. The screen play is good and the dialogues are fab. Esp the acting &amp; dialogue delivery of Dr. Peter Venkman. Boy. Boy. &lt;font color=#990099&gt;Bill Murray&lt;/font&gt; has excelled. He has an amazing attitude &amp; has a very cool demeanour. Fab. His acting prowess has overpowered almost every other actor on screen. His flirtatious moves toward his client &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;Dana Barrett&lt;/font&gt;(&lt;font color=#990099&gt;Sigourney Weaver&lt;/font&gt;) is one to be admired. The movie overall is a very good experience. You would not regret watchin it. Every scene is well knitted with the dialogue as funny as it can be. A movie worth spending time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/gb%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/400/gb%2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I did not want to be a spoiler so not giving the full story. But, unable to resist my tempation, here are some of the qoutable qoutes (actually dialogues but i like to quote) from the 1984 classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#336699 size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quotable Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#999999 size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;**For benefit of those who do understand subtle jokes, i shal highlight them. :-)**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Winston Zeddemore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Ray. If someone asks if you are a god, you say, &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;"yes!"&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Peter Venkman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;font color=#999999 size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;[surrounded by excited reporters during the montate sequence, which shows the Ghostbusters as a sudden popular culture craze]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, no job is too big, &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;no fee is too big!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Peter Venkman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: I don't have to take this abuse from you, I've got &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;hundreds of people dying to abuse me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr Ray Stantz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Where do these stairs go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Peter Venkman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: They go up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dana Barrett&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: That's &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;the bedroom, but nothing ever happened in there.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Peter Venkman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: What a crime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dana Barrett&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;font color=#999999 size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;[possessed by Zuul]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Do you want this body? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Peter Venkman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Is this a trick question? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;font color=#999999 size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Dana is possessed]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Peter Venkman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: I make it a rule never to get involved with possessed people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#999999 size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Dana starts passionately making out with him]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Peter Venkman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Actually, it's more of a &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;guideline than a rule...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dana Barrett&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;font color=#999999 size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;[as the gate keeper]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I want you inside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Peter Venkman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;font color=#999999 size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;[referring to the voice alternating between human and demon]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It sounds like you've got at least two or three people in there already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Peter Venkman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Yes sir, it's true. This man is &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;some kind&lt;/font&gt; of rodent, I &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;don't know which. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#336699 size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting facts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Before the release of Home Alone (1990), this was the &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;highest-grossing comedy&lt;/font&gt; of all time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Voted number 28 in channel 4's (UK) &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;"Greatest Family Films"&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominated for &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;2 Oscars&lt;/font&gt;. Another 4 wins &amp; 6 nominations (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087332/awards"&gt;imdb&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4. It was followed by a sequel, &lt;font color=#440077&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ghostbusters II (1989)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, and two animated television series, &lt;font color=#440077&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Real Ghostbusters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (later Slimer! And the Real Ghostbusters) and &lt;font color=#440077&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extreme Ghostbusters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mozilla's user interface language, &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.org/projects/xul/"&gt;XUL&lt;/a&gt;, and its JavaScript debugger, &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.org/projects/venkman/"&gt;Venkman&lt;/a&gt;, are named after Ghostbusters characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087332/"&gt;imdb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/gb%2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/320/gb%2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=readmorebutton href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com"&gt;go to main page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-6806095233486641173?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6806095233486641173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=6806095233486641173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6806095233486641173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/6806095233486641173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/11/ghost-busters-1984.html' title='Ghost Busters (1984)'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-8426703594049524640</id><published>2006-10-31T12:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:15:02.443+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Halloween - an interesting concept!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i being an Indian, who has never stepped outside India, was never aware of halloween until recently. and this year, for whatever reason, i am repeatedly hearing a lot of talk about halloween. so i went about googling &amp; this is what i got out of it. thought would post therm out here....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/halloween%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/halloween%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Halloween&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is a tradition celebrated on the night of October 31, most notably by &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;children dressing in costumes and going door-to-door collecting sweets&lt;/span&gt;. Halloween originated as a Pagan festival. The term Halloween, and its older spelling Hallowe'en, is shortened from All-hallow-even, as it is the evening before "All Hallows' Day" (also known as "All Saints' Day"). In Ireland, the name was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All Hallows' Eve&lt;/span&gt; (often shortened to Hallow Eve), and though seldom used today, it is still a well-accepted label. Halloween is often associated with the occult. Many European cultural traditions hold that Halloween is one of the those times of the year when the spiritual world can make contact with the physical world and when magic is most potent!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/halloween%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/halloween%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trick or Treat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main event of modern US-style Halloween is trick-or-treating, in which children dress up in costume disguises and go door-to-door in their neighborhood, ringing each doorbell and yelling "trick or treat!" Though, Trick-or-treating resembles the late medieval practice of "souling," when poor folk would go door to door, receiving food in return for prayers for the dead on All Souls Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/halloween%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/halloween%2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Symbols&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imagery surrounding Hallowe'en is largely an amalgamation of the &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Halloween season itself, nearly a century of work from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;American filmmakers and graphic artists&lt;/span&gt;, and a rather commercialized take on the dark,diaria and mysterious&lt;/span&gt;. Black and orange are the traditional colors of Hallowe'en. In modern Hallowe'en images and products, purple, green, and red are also prominent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**aah, my best part! :-)**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the holiday comes in the wake of the annual apple harvest, Candy Apples (also known as toffee, taffy or caramel apples) are a common treat at Halloween. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/halloween%2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/halloween%2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are made by rolling &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;whole apples in a sticky sugar syrup&lt;/span&gt;, and sometimes then rolling them in nuts. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**oh, boy, can somebody sponsor me a two-way trip only 4 1 day every year??**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A Halloween custom which has survived unchanged to this day in Ireland is the baking (or more often nowadays the purchase) of a barmbrack (Irish "báirín breac"). This is a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;light fruit cake into which a plain ring is placed before baking&lt;/span&gt;. It is said that whoever finds this ring will find his or her true love during the following year. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**wow! i love the ring concept**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Interesting facts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Halloween is most popular in Ireland, where it is said to have originated, is celebrated Halloween as Samhain, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"End of Summer"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a pastoral and agricultural fire festival or feast, when the dead revisited the mortal world, and large communal bonfires would be lit to ward off evil spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Today in England, unlike other parts of the world, adults often dress up and go to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fancy dress parties or pubs and clubs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Hallowe'en night. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**and, what do the kids do?? :-)**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; In the United States, Halloween has become the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sixth most profitable holiday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (after Christmas, Mother's Day, Valentines Day, Easter, and Father's Day) for retailers &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**boy, opportunists, yeah?!!**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; The &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;National Confectioners Association&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reported, in 2005, that 80 percent of adults planned to give out candy to trick-or-treaters, and that 93 percent of children planned to go trick-or-treating. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**well, who funds them??**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/halloween%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/320/halloween%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now after reading about Halloween I wonder what it would have been called if this was in celebrated in India???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/12442085-8426703594049524640?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8426703594049524640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=8426703594049524640&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/8426703594049524640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/8426703594049524640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-interesting-concept.html' title='Halloween - an interesting concept!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-5751314454621159139</id><published>2006-10-30T15:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:44:12.781+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Rains. What a terror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i hear the Chennai is submerged in rains! poor Chennai! it has been raining continuously for over few days; literally non-stop. 24/7!! yet it seem to have the same energy &amp; zeal to pelt down more. phew! its tough to live under such conditions of extreme rainfall. imagine a never ending rain-fall that does not allow you to move out of house. you are under house-arrest. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/Rain%2000.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/320/Rain%2000.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have read some time ago that "when it rains, it pours." and this time around the rains in chennai has been a classical example to prove this statement. and this has become a norm oflate. no rains for a real long time and suddenly all of the rain at the same time. its like retaining the water for over 2-3 months &amp;amp; pouring it all-at-once in a single week. now, how in heavens any city can handle this? now no blames on the city-architect for not having planned for heavy rains please! how in jupiter can he/she/they even work out a plan for such a unpredictable event?? whats happening now is more like &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;suddenly THE Rain God woke up from a deep slumber &amp; tipped the bucket &amp;amp; promplty went back to sleep!!!&lt;/font&gt; what the heck, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/rain%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/320/rain%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But check the impossible determination of chennaites. check these snaps to know it. and, i am sure this was the case out there in mumbai too. or may be more. hats off to their commitment to attend offices, be present in colleges/schools &amp; meet their lovers. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/rain%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/320/rain%2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lemme quote the &lt;a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/061029/43/68uu9.html"&gt;yahoo news!&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;font color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Met department Sunday said that since last night (oct 28, 2006) Chennai had received 188.8 mm of rain and its outskirts 94.5 mm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;" phew! thats way too much buddy. way too much for a 1 night. am sure even james-bond would not be belting out this much for an 1-night affair. ;-) &lt;i&gt;**censoring other irrelevant nasty thoughts**&lt;/i&gt; ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing about rains i went about tryin to understand why rains &amp; why only chennai, ap (esp vizak, vijayawada) &amp;amp; orissa. Because of my ability to fall asleep everytime my geo lecturer walked in, i did not, to say the least, understand the scientific reason behind rains, low-pressure &amp;amp; stuffs. all i was able to gather was there is low-pressure (tending towards serious depression) in bay-of-bengal, which is the main cause for this incessant rains. Also, i hear that this depression is moving towards AP! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;**gulp**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Hope it does not affect hyd much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/1600/rain%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6629/1518/200/rain%2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having said all these I would like to say that Rain introduces a tinge of romantism in air. Rainy season is the best time to catch up with things. Be it sleep. Be it GF (or BFs). Be it with a nice novel. Be it a nice hot spicy mirchi-bajji. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best use of rain till date is when you get wet with it. Its really really fun 2 get wet in rain. and its more fun if you get to play a game of soccer. And it is ultimate if your mom back home goes red seeing your wet &amp; dirty!!! Man its fun, unlimited. Mom, I wish I was home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-5751314454621159139?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5751314454621159139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=5751314454621159139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/5751314454621159139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/5751314454621159139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/10/rains-what-terror.html' title='Rains. What a terror.'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-255995242819314787</id><published>2006-10-26T15:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:17:43.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Phew! At last...</title><content type='html'>...a post after months. I was busy. Busy in very many things and a lot of restrictions that held me from doing what i enjoyed - &lt;b&gt;blogging&lt;/b&gt;. I could reel out what had taken so much of my valuable time that I was not even able to update my blog or even read others blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with...&lt;br /&gt;...they had blocked blogspot in my ofc. :-(&lt;br /&gt;...my manager suddenly fell in love with me &amp; never wanted me to even have a minute of free-time.&lt;br /&gt;...a few minutes of spare time i got i tried my best to catch up with my friends. i did but did not do it well enuf.&lt;br /&gt;...weddings, marriages, nuptials &amp;amp; what not. I was constantly out of town attending my friends' most important events&lt;br /&gt;...and, to top it all, i was on a look out for a change of job!!! And, I successful did. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i am no more associated with my previous company &amp; moved to a smaller firm with, obviously, better pay. The overall experience of change of job was a little rigorous but a learning one. The only hitch was that I had to re-locate my base from the world-known Bangalore to a lesser-yet-known Hyderabad. The thought of moving out of a well-established surroundings to a unknown place was a bit unnerving. In fact, though it is the 4th day in my office, i am still uncomfy &amp;amp; nervous. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardin my ofc, here is the mail i had sent 2 my frnds that kinda briefs about my experience in my new place. I shall past it here 4 my e-friends :-) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here i am @ Hyd happily yet-to-be settled. The office looks kewl. Crowded with 30 ppl!! Got introduced to the entire office in 5minutes (+/- few seconds). Has got a small cafe which can accomodate one team @ a time, provided team size is two. But, yeah, i am assigned a comp the very minute i walked in. :-) though i was seated @ a place where even a blind man "walking on the road" can see what I am up to; ofcourse, now i am in a bit more secure place (meaning, can do whatever i want) ;-) nd, i am yet to be assigned a email id, work, a buddy or responsibility. fun unlimited! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am wrongly-oriented. this place is not 4 me :-( this place has only 2 females &amp; none in the flirt-category (1 awesomely sexy aunt who does'nt know to smile &amp;amp; another "no comments plz"). also, if nebody asks ye which medium yer company works tell English, bcoz i am in a telugu medium company!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am given a sharing-temp-accomodation with a guy who is wonderin why GOD gave him vocal chords &amp; what the word "smile" that he read in the dictionary means!!! Nd, currently, other than VP, no one (including me) knows why i come to ofc everyday. hopefully soon i wil b given something 2 take back home either sal or work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie buddies. gotta stop here. do not want a new boss catching a new employee not working even though the new employee is jobless. :-) wil catch ye guys/gals later, sooner &amp;amp; often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-255995242819314787?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/255995242819314787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=255995242819314787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/255995242819314787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/255995242819314787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/10/phew-at-last.html' title='Phew! At last...'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-115164854388666007</id><published>2006-06-30T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.739+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Promise. Hope to keep it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#FF9999&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am xtremely busy now-a-days and dont have time to blog or orkut either. in fact, i did not even go to home-town for more than 3months, which is very unusual. I wanted to keep in touch with my student-friends esp the e-friends for they come &amp; go more quickly then others. I started writting a mail which took a form of a poem. And here i dedicate them to my blog-friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;this work life is so damn buggin and boring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i wish i cud get back 2 my days of snoring;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;un4tunately, 4 another month or so, i cannot&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but work &amp; work till i would 4get wut is a cot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i am jealous of ye people, the student life&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;is like a freedom life without a nagging wife!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;wish i cud return to that life, with no worry.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;no tension. filled with fun, frolic and merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;miss do not the times with friends you are having&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;aft now there will none who will be even caring;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;life bcomz so bleedin monotonous &amp; xtrmly dull&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;wondering when my lucky angel will gimme a pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;neways, thinkin its time 4 me to change the work&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;else i wud soon bcum the most famous dork.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;as it is i am losin frnds &amp;amp; others 4 lack of contact&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;its time i buck time &amp; not sit around but act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;so with the new found extreme enthu &amp;amp; zeal&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;here comes my mail with president's seal,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;which is equivalent to promises by ton,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;that "&lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;I SHALL KEEP TOUCH; MORE OFTEN&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-115164854388666007?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/115164854388666007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=115164854388666007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/115164854388666007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/115164854388666007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/06/promise-hope-to-keep-it.html' title='A Promise. Hope to keep it.'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114975297878414437</id><published>2006-06-08T13:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.621+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Awful Weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The just gone past weekend was possibly the most awful weekend I ever spent. How else can I classify a &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;key bunch loss + soaking rain + late for Bde party + oversleeping + snooker series loss&lt;/font&gt;???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=#336699&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Friday**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday eve, aft ofc hours, I was requested by my colleague/close friend to drop her on my way home. &lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/bangalore-Rain01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/bangalore-Rain01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I, obviously, agreed and while driving down, GOD decided to bless us. He showered down his blessing! Literally!!! Mid-way thro' we got almost wet! I dont mind getting wet; on the contrary, I love to get wet. But this gal is a very sick-prone gal; esp flu seem to have taken a gr8 liking to this gal. When flu gets tired of attackin others, it takes rest in our gal! And, when GOD decides to open up, I was taking her for a ride back home!! &lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/flu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/flu.gif" width="153" height="114" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amazing timing! With this history behind her, I was extremely concerned about the effect rain would have on her. If she was ever affected I would not have forgiven my ownself. Fortunately, nothin happened. Thank God!!! &lt;br /&gt;And after I dropped her, I decided to stay @ my friends place, which is about 7-8kms from my home. I chose to pedal down. So after drying myself up I took my bike &amp; pedaled down. Fortunately, rain had stopped. Again, Thank God!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=#336699&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Saturday**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late and missed my cricket nets practise. I was irritated on myself. I am not of the kind who like to miss playing esp if it means representing my corporate. But, I did miss my practise this time. &lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Bunch-Of-Keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Bunch-Of-Keys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was not enjoying the way day began. Actually, the way the &lt;b&gt;weekend&lt;/b&gt; began! Reluctantly, I decided to go ahead with rest of my plan for the day. I was getting ready and guess what? I was not able to trace my key-bunch. Entire key-bunch! Holy freaking Christ!!! I searched for hours but in vain.I, ruefully, recollected that this key-bunch is my access to every possesion of mine. &lt;font color=#FF0099&gt; This bunch contains key to my mobike, my bike, my house key! &lt;/font&gt; Damn God! I, without any other choice, decided to remake them. First &amp; the foremost being my mobike key. I dont have the spare; bcoz the bank from where I took a loan to purchase would not give me the spare till I clear the loan. &lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Bangalore-Rain00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Bangalore-Rain00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interestingly, they were not even interested in giving the key even to make a duplicate! So much for the loan!!! Anyways, I went to a locksmith and made a key for myself. This damn key costed me no small amount. Damn it! &lt;br /&gt;Then comes the best part! This key-making process including searching for it consumed the whole of the morning and half of the afternoon. &lt;font color=#c2c2c2&gt;Grrrr.....&lt;/font&gt; I had not touched even a piece of bread from the time I woke up! I had a very very late lunch by any standard. And realized that I had to be a event manager for my colleagues' daughter's bday party!!! &lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/bday_celeb148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/bday_celeb148.jpg" width="306" height="228" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=#c244ff&gt;I was supposed to be there by 4pm &amp; time now is 4:30pm!!!&lt;/font&gt; Also I am still at my friends place! Wow! I was getting repeated calls from my colleague. I rushed up to my place. And, again, GOD wanted to bless me. Another shower! A mighty one! And the poor me was pedalling down on my bike!! Do I need to say more?? Well, I got obviously wet; actually, soaked! I reach home and find that &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;inspite of a jerkin I am wet till the second layer of my skin. &lt;/font&gt; This also means that my mobile is wet! Holy Freak! I hurriedly get dressed &amp; go to the party. Just to realize that party is over and I was supposed to be the emcee!! Wow! Just had a piece of cake! And almost ran out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=#336699&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;**Sunday**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I overslept!!! Oh freak no!! Repeated the same mistake within 24hrs! Not that I dont repeat my mistakes but within 24hrs is a bit too much. So lazily I got up and went ahead with nothing to do. I went to the next and same result! Amazing. &lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Lady-Luck.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Lady-Luck.gif" width="153" height="114" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I suddenly realized I needed a hair conditioner and I went to the nearest super-market to purchase the specific brand. As my fate would have it, it was not available! Another day of ill-luck, i suppose! After this I suddenly get a call from my friend to meet her immediately. I rush just to find that it is nothing more than a chat. By the time the chat got over the time was 4pm and I, again, had not had anything more than a sip of coffee. Kewl! I was damn hungry. &lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/snooker-table-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/snooker-table-full.jpg" width="230" height="164" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to my friends place and grabbed some junk food, generously provided by his sister. Then we both decided to go for a game of pool. I am not a pro but definitely not very bad either. Compared to him I am not all that bad either. But, nothing surprising, I lost 3 games straight in a "game-for-5".... So apparently my lady luck was following me keenly. &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;Not planning to test "lady ill-lucks" capacity I went back home &amp; straight hit the sack.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=#ff00ff&gt;Did anybody experience such a lovely weekend ever??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so please ping me, I need a shoulder to cry on! :-(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114975297878414437?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114975297878414437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114975297878414437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114975297878414437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114975297878414437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/06/awful-weekend.html' title='Awful Weekend!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114922791492534140</id><published>2006-06-02T11:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.544+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy BDe "MY LORD PV"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;yep this post is regardin my palz bde party. probably a real party aft my hostel dayz. lemme explain better...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#0066ff&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: 30.05.06&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Halle Mane&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Occasion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began as my classmate &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;Chul&lt;/font&gt;, working for a leading MNC, had come down to India on a 2-week long vacation from US of A! On his way home he dropped in Bangalore, as all of us are out here. He and me were project partners during our techie days. A brillian traditional telugu villager!! :-D Nice chap, overall. Neways this article is not about him. He wanted to meet us all and we promptly agrred the moment the word &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;treat&lt;/font&gt; came into the discussion! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us, who could make it to the destination, after the dinner party by Chul went to our P9-HQ - &lt;font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;i&gt;HalliMane&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;font size=2 color=#330099&gt;**For those who dont understand what is P9 read &lt;a href="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/2006/02/platform-9.html"&gt;PV's blog&lt;/a&gt; or wait for my post!**&lt;/font&gt; The time was 11:30pm, so we watched 2nd episode of the "F.R.I.E.N.D.S"! Boy, what amazing s.e.x they talk without using the word! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Image%28353%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/Image%28353%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the clock struct &lt;font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;b&gt;00:00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sakanext.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saka&lt;/a&gt; struck too! He struck a match &amp; lit a lone candle on the cake that was brought for this occasion. Well the candle was pretty new and so would not get lit. Poor &lt;a href="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;PV&lt;/a&gt; had to blow the flame even before it hit the candle!! Then we sang the ceremonial "Happy Bde PV" song. Oh! yeah, i forgot. Just before PV could blow the candle out &lt;a href="http://coolpras4u.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prasad&lt;/a&gt; gave a call. He was kept on hold &amp; he too joined us as the chorus ;-). After the cake cutting by PV, MC, whose bde was exactly 1 week earlier was also given a chance to cut the cake &amp; we sang for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then &lt;a href="http://myalterego.rediffblogs.com/"&gt;Chandu&lt;/a&gt; gave a call and wished PV. Well then the fun began. Cake smacking!! Boy! It was fun. PV, was forthcoming in this cake smacking exercise. But MC was so hesitant to lend his face as target that we had real fun in smacking MC!! :-D Then the other part of the party. Birthday Bums!!! We caught the birthday boy - PV and whacked him. These moments make me think like I am gladiator in a roman ring. :-D &lt;font color=#B2B2B2&gt;**Wild imagination, isnt it?**&lt;/font&gt; After we were done with PV, we moved onto MC, the birthweek boy. After killing MC, we moved towards the US-of-A return Chul. We whacked him too. Wow! This was almost like re-living hostel. Cake Smacking and Bum Whacking!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other blogs on the same topic, check &lt;a href="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-tears-taste-sweet.html"&gt;PV's blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#FF0000&gt;Tried hard to post snaps but blogger is refusin 2 accept my snaps! :-( Will try again later.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114922791492534140?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114922791492534140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114922791492534140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114922791492534140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114922791492534140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-bde-my-lord-pv.html' title='Happy BDe &quot;MY LORD PV&quot;'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114892163076363258</id><published>2006-05-29T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.484+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fillers #1 - Gangster</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#338833&gt; &lt;b&gt;hi all, not been bloggin 4 long bcoz of same silly reason - been busy. but actually i wnt 2 write a lot but no time. neways, this post is just 2 fill in de gap i created by nt bloggin. i shal blog a better article soon. this is kinda filler.... this is about the movies i have been watching offlate....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=#FF00FF&gt;Gangster - A Love Story!!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/gangster02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/gangster02.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The name is very deceptive. This movie, in my opinion, has little to do with the impression that we get while hearing the title. This is a love story. More of a "&lt;i&gt;cheat on love&lt;/i&gt;" story. I would love to reveal about the movie but for the benefit of the people who have not seen I am restraining. &lt;font color=#663300&gt;&lt;i&gt;if ye wanna thank me you can. ;-D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;Anurag Basu&lt;/font&gt; could have taken the movie a little better. Actually, I am not able to point the mistakes but I feel this movie could have been handled better. The movie's story is so-so but screen-play is kinda good, though predictable for movie buffs. Still you will come out of the theatre with a good feeling. The cast &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;Emraan Hashmi, Shiny Ahuja, Kangna Ranaut&lt;/font&gt; are impressive. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Gangster06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/Gangster06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kangna in some scenes is sizzling hot. Shiny is pretty good too. Emraan, surprisingly, has acted!! The scene in which Shiny for the 1st time meets Kangna, Kangna zimbly takes ye by a wave. She has a charm in scenes depicting her life in India but not the Seoul scenes. On a whole, I feel both the new-comers (Shiny &amp; Kangna) have done a decent performance. The cinematography is zimbly tooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the movie are the songs; actually, music in general. Be it background scores, song numbers, subtle fillers. Boy! Boy! &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;Pritam Chakravarthy&lt;/font&gt; has been at his best. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Gangster04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/Gangster04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One needs to listen to the music to know the difference. The most outstanding composition of the album comes at the very beginning. Not only is &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tu Hi Meri Shab Hai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; written beautifully by &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;Sayeed Qadri&lt;/font&gt;, the song has a melody and rhythm that strikes an immediate chord in your head. &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;KK&lt;/font&gt; shows verve and flexibility in his vocal rendition of the song. The song &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bheegi Bheegi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; introduces Bangladeshi singer &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;James&lt;/font&gt;, who impresses with his emotive voice modulation and highly expressive singing. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/gangster03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/gangster03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those who are not able to feel the feel i feel here ;-) check &lt;a href="http://sayesha.blogspot.com"&gt;Sayesha&lt;/a&gt; post on &lt;a href="http://sayesha.blogspot.com/2006/05/confession-about-obsession.html"&gt;Confession about obsession&lt;/a&gt;. Awesome post. Hats off to ye Sayesha. &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lamha Lamha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is a soft romantic song replete with lilting musical sounds that caress your ears and &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;Abhijeet&lt;/font&gt; is very very impressive. Check the &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ya Ali&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; number itz the best. The song, basically a fast techno-fusion romantic track, introduces Assamese singer &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;Zubeen&lt;/font&gt;, who makes a notable debut with his singing full of spirit and gusto. Even the situation of the song is pretty timely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole, Gangster has been a good experience. Though for the movie buffs with amazing interest in direction (like me) might be little uncomfy with the way movie has been ended; also the cinematography-interested guys (again like me) will zimbly enjoy the experience. Itz a good one time watch. But a many times watch for the sake of music &amp; cinematography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Gangster01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Gangster01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114892163076363258?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114892163076363258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114892163076363258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114892163076363258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114892163076363258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/05/fillers-1-gangster.html' title='Fillers #1 - Gangster'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114617032559732162</id><published>2006-04-28T02:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Chennai!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#0066ff9&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: 6:55 am, 13-apr-2006&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Venue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Road-side hotel just outside KrishnaGiri, Tamil Nadu&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: yer humble self&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thought&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Is this real???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began on 12-Apr-06 round about 4pm. After a strenous design meeting, I checked my mails for the first time that day in about 4hrs. &lt;font color=#880000&gt;&lt;i&gt;**pop**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; An email. The content read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=#330099&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Further to the sad demise of Dr.Rajkumar today afternoon(12.4.06), there could be  some unrest in the city. Therefore we are advancing the closure of office hours today by 1hour. &lt;font color=#880000&gt;**blah blah**&lt;/font&gt; Incase  the State Government declares a Holiday tomorrow(13.4.2006) we would remain closed."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!! Sad demise, indeed. But a good timing!!! 14.4.06 being Good Friday we have holiday and it was obvious even to a kinder garden kid that 13.4.06 will be a govt holiday. This when transalated into employees english it means &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;4 freaking days of holidays!! :-)&lt;/font&gt; The most obvious choice to occupy the next 4 free days was to &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;&lt;b&gt;GO HOME!!! :-D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Obvious isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the best part. The most non-obvious part. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Image%28241%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/Image%28241%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted always to &lt;b&gt;ride&lt;/b&gt; down to my home town. Yep ye read it correctly it is &lt;b&gt;ride down&lt;/b&gt; on my most-trusted two-wheeler, Pulsar 150. I have done quite a few rides in the range of 150Km to 220Km away from Bangalore but this is gonna be my first 300+ travel. &lt;font color=#336699&gt;&lt;i&gt;For unimaginable non-indians (if any reads my blog), in India given the road conditions &amp; traffic even a 40Km ride is a torture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; But I always enjoyed riding by mobike. So I took decision @ 9pm on 12.4.06. Called up by classmate to find the route-map and my colleague to find the right time to cross bangalore. And he confirmed my thoughts of leaving bangalore before sunrise. And one of his bro-in-law also wanted to join me as pillion. So now it was two of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Image%28213%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/Image%28213%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the next day &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;(13.4.06) @ 5:05 we left home&lt;/font&gt; &amp; Bangalore on my most trusted pulsar. We took the Hosur route to Chennai. For those who are not aware, there is one other route that connect Bangalore &amp; Chennai, which is via Chittor, Andra Pradesh. It would mean touching 3 states &amp; I am not sure of the roads either. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Image%28232%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/Image%28232%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hosur is just 40Km from my home. And few km aft Hosur we witnessed a wonderful sunrise. Nice isn't it? Later we reached outskirts of &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Krishnagiri @ 6:45, which was 101km&lt;/font&gt; from home. And here we had to take the historic left turn towards my hometown. Almost immediately aft the turn we stopped for breakfast. And thats when I was thinking "&lt;font color=#0066ff9&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this real??? Is this real that I am taking my dream travel? My dream travel to Chennai from Bangalore about 350km apart? Wow! Complely unbelievable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left by 7:22 our breakfast centre &amp; proceed further. The first town we crossed aft breakfast was &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Tirapatur @ 7:47 - 130km&lt;/font&gt; from home. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Image%28228%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/Image%28228%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;PuthuKoil @ 8:02 - 148km&lt;/font&gt;. Then we faced a road block near &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Vaniyampadi @ 8:10 - 154km&lt;/font&gt;. We did not have any choice but to enter the town. Pretty interesting town. The pseudo-highway cuts thro the town &amp; the town is unaffected by the zooming traffic!!! When I entered Vaniyampadi is when I realized the highway we travelled is the best that is leading out of Bangalore. Entire stretch is a 6 lane &amp; has the median filled with some nice flowersbed. Something till date I have not seen in all the other highways leading out of B'lore. More over, these roads were very well maintained. No potholes. No loose sand. No crushed animals. No nothing just plain sexy road. If you had travelled ever on a highway in India you would understand that this is a near impossible scenario!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Image%28247%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/Image%28247%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stretch also had some amazing scenaries but all I had was my mobile to click. May be before the next time I will purchase a good digi cam. I am planning for a digi SLR but it would take a lot of time. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Image%28221%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/Image%28221%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So might temporarily settle for a small, may be, 6 megapixel cam. Dont want to miss such nice opportunity to capture the lovely nature around me. There were so many nice scenic places like a nice temple on top of a small hillock, nice tank-bund with birds fishing, the road curving into the hills and so many more. But no cam to click! :-( &lt;font color=#880000&gt;&lt;i&gt;**psst... if ye wanna gift me one 1 shal give out my contact info ;-)**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next phase of travel was:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1. &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Ambur @ 8:25 - 170km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#330099&gt;Halt for 25 mins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Poigai @ 9:36 - 215km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Poondy @ 10:13 - 260km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4. &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Ramapuram @ 10:16 - 264km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;5.&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Kancheepuram @ 10:46 - 296km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#330099&gt;Halt for 14 mins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;6. &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;SriPerambathur @ 11:25 - 324km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;7.&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Poonamalle @ 11:50 - 344km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;8.&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Porur @ 12:04 - 352km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;9.&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Home @ 12:24 - 362km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=660000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reached HOME, SWEET HOME!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Parents were not expecting me. I gave them an amazing surprise. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Dad%20%20%26%20Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/Dad%20%20%26%20Mom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom was completely dumbfounded that she did not even react. I knew she was extremely angry for taking the risk (??) of riding down the highway &amp; such a long distance. But she did not react fearing some crazy remarks from me. My Dad was not in town, unfortunately. He would have loved me (more) for this travel alone. He has done this travel atleast 2 dozen times during a time when the fastest two-wheeler had only 3 gears &amp; one may have to search for roads!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return journey also was a lovely time. I started on 17.4.06 early morn &amp; reached b'lore by aft. In fact, I went to ofc also!!! :-) I clicked some snaps with my VGA mobile cam. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/196%20709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/196%20709.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here are they with my travel route:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1. &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Home @ 5:13 - 0km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Sriperambathur @ 6:17 - 48km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Ranipettai @ 7:24 - 105km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4.&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Vellore District @ 7:55 - 132km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#330099&gt;Halt &amp; Breakfast for 26 mins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;5. &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Vaiyampadi @ 9:23 - 210km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;6. &lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Jollerpettai @ 9:45 - 223km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=#330099&gt;Halt for 37 mins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to record the remaining details.... :-(&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;7.&lt;font color=#ff00ff&gt;Home @ 13:40 - 362km&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This travel was a good event for me. First, I learned that I enjoyed long hours of bike riding. Secondly, I realized the troubles in my bike &amp; repaired them too. Now my mobike is all ready to rock the entire stage with more power &amp; more pickup. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working a trip to Pondy, Tamil Nadu or to Goa sometime next month. :-D If I make this travel will update the blog for sure. Nebody wanna join me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114617032559732162?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114617032559732162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114617032559732162&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114617032559732162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114617032559732162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-chennai.html' title='To Chennai!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114603804216402730</id><published>2006-04-26T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.361+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is Bangalore!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I picked this from a fwd. I dont believe it yet I will not dismiss this possibility however remote. Bcoz this is bangalore :-D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color-#000000&gt;Apparently, this is a snap taken in an SBI ATM centre in Bangalore. Crazy ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=#334499&gt; Great Bangalorean!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Great%20Bangalorean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Great%20Bangalorean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114603804216402730?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114603804216402730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114603804216402730&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114603804216402730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114603804216402730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-bangalore.html' title='This is Bangalore!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114536725653484429</id><published>2006-04-18T18:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.299+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where is the Society that cares &amp; shares???</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am not able to take this and wanted to share this to somebody and where else can I, better than this forum?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I received a mail (which is actually a reply to mine) from my childhood friend, who is currently on a short-term official visit to London. One sentence in his mail shook my entire equilibirum; I quote, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#330099&gt;but my state of mind was not that good u know my father expired 3 months b4.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" Unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know that his father passed away! He is my childhood best friend and we share all secrets(**I really mean all secrets**) and here I am not even aware of his father's demise. Damn it, itz been 3 freaking months &amp; I am still unaware of this!!! I am completely depressed from yday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What troubles me the most is that: &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#990033&gt;my parents live just 3 houses away from their house!!! And even they are not aware of it!!!&lt;/font&gt; Freak!&lt;/b&gt; I still remember that during my school days, when my father raises his voice my friend would hear it in his house! And now, my parent's are not even aware of this tragedy! Can ye believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to this world?? Why so much of lonliness? Why is that in search of individualism we are losing the fun of being part of a society? Why is that I am not aware of who is my neighbour and what is happening to him/her?&lt;font size=4 color=#ff0000&gt; Where the freak are we heading? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#3344ff&gt;Buddy, I know you are not in a habit of blogging but if ye is reading this then just remember that I am always there for you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114536725653484429?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114536725653484429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114536725653484429&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114536725653484429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114536725653484429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-is-society-that-cares-shares.html' title='Where is the Society that cares &amp; shares???'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114466024694359298</id><published>2006-04-10T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.235+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THUS SPAKE GOD on Women! :-) # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;In line with my previous post of same &lt;a href="http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/04/thus-spake-god-on-women.html"&gt;name&lt;/a&gt;. I did not plan to write a sequel but &lt;i&gt;kya kare&lt;/i&gt; could not resist. The following is a fwd I received from my friend immediately after my earlier post. As you might have guess it is a gal, my office colleague. Hot Babe! ;-)&lt;/b&gt; My thoughts while reading thro' in a &lt;font color=#990033&gt;&lt;i&gt;different color&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=#ff0000&gt;GirlsPsychology !!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraud with Innocent Boys&lt;font color=#990033&gt;...............&lt;i&gt;oh! me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun with Handsome Boys&lt;font color=#990033&gt;...............&lt;i&gt;me again ;-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship with Charming Boys&lt;font color=#990033&gt;...............&lt;i&gt;wow!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact with Intelligent Boys&lt;font color=#990033&gt;...............&lt;i&gt;may be me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirt with Freaky Boys&lt;font color=#990033&gt;...............&lt;i&gt;definitely me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love with Faithful Boys&lt;font color=#990033&gt;...............&lt;i&gt;lovely, its me again :-D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in the end &lt;br /&gt;Marriage with the Rich Boy&lt;font color=#990033&gt;...............&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;wut? Its not me :-(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=#330099&gt;Chandramukhi ho yaa Paaro,&lt;br /&gt;Sab Ek jaisi hai Yaaro !!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Galz complain that Guyz are not reliable!!! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114466024694359298?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114466024694359298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114466024694359298&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114466024694359298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114466024694359298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/04/thus-spake-god-on-women-2.html' title='THUS SPAKE GOD on Women! :-) # 2'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114450530475348173</id><published>2006-04-08T18:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thalapathi - An amazing movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Me a big fan of Mani Rathnam. I watched the Rajini-starred "Thalapathi" yesterday, again, &amp; went **fida** for this movie. This is the blog-article I penned down yday immediately after I watched the movie @ 2:30am!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/thalapathi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/200/thalapathi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just finished watchin this movie, again. An amazing movie. Wut a direction! Wut a story! Wut an acting! Marvellous. This movie, directed by &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mani Rathnam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; has an impressive star cast. The story was more a modern adaptation (and ofcourse dilution) of story of &lt;b&gt;Karna of Mahabaratha Fame.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rajini Kanth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; taking up the role of Karna, &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arvind Swamy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; as Arjun, &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sri Vidya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; as Kunti (mother of Karna) and &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mamooty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; as (the good version of) Duriyodhana. The indicators of the Karna-adaption are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sri Vidya giving birth to a child when un-married and very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Thalapathi03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Thalapathi03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. This child being found floating &amp; drifting in a drainage.&lt;br /&gt;3. The child when grown-up (Rajini) be-friending Mamooty and Rajini is ready to even lose his life for his friend's sake.&lt;br /&gt;4. Rajini is addressed as a guy who always gives &amp; never says NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Thalapathi06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Thalapathi06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Rajini's Mom (Sri Vidya) requesting him not to kill her other son &amp; his half-brother Arvind Swamy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Last but not least, even the names are suggestive: Rajini Kanth is Surya (&lt;i&gt;obviously Karna wud have been too explicit &amp; more over, Karna is son of Lord Sun&lt;/i&gt;) and Arvind Swamy, the half-brother of Rajini Kanth, is Arjun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from a sexy adaptation, Mani Rathnam has thrown weight into every character. There is no character in the movie that does not make sense or contribute towards story. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Thalapathi05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Thalapathi05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apart from the three major characters - Rajini Kanth(RK), Mamooty and Arvind Swamy(AS), every role provides enough dough for the script to survive. Starting from RK &amp; AS's father (&lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shankar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;) to RK's love but AS's wife (&lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shobana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;) and from the police office (&lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kittu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;) to RK's wife's kid. Boy, no one appears on the screen without a role to play. Very very refreshing to watch given the current trend where the directors revolve an entire movie around a single damn hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Thalapathi10.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Thalapathi10.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Music. Need I say anything? &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Illayaraja&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; as created some time-less classics. Think of the Eternals like "&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yamunai Aatrile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;" &amp; "&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sundari Kannal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;" to rockers like "&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaatukuyilu manasukkule&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;" &amp; "&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raakamma Kaiyathattu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;." Zimbly gr8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Thalapathi04.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Thalapathi04.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camera! Wow! &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Santhosh Sivan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. He as played with the camera and lights. Actually, I love his usage of natural source of light &amp; contrast available in the nature. The clarity in the shots are also gr8.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#330099&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole it was a package deal for any **true** movie lovers. It is a gr8 gr8 movie and any day my bet is on this trio - &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mani Rathnam, Illayaraja and Santhosh Sivan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114450530475348173?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114450530475348173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114450530475348173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114450530475348173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114450530475348173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/04/thalapathi-amazing-movie.html' title='Thalapathi - An amazing movie!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114432263233132028</id><published>2006-04-06T16:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THUS SPAKE GOD on Women! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is a post inspired by a fwd and a lot of discussion within my google group. Each of us had a different but similar(!!) ideas on this topic. And, cud not resist remembering what GOD as to say about this topic ;-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#550000&gt;A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer. Suddenly the sky clouded, and in a booming voice the Lord said,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Because you have tried to be faithful to me, I will grant you one wish.&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "&lt;font color=#9900ff&gt;Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over anytime I want.&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, "&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Your request is very materialistic.  Think of the enormity of the undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it will take! It will nearly exhaust all the natural resources. It is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that would honor and glorify me&lt;/font&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought about it for a long time. Finally he said, "&lt;font color=#9900ff&gt;Lord, I wish that I could understand my wife. How she feels inside, what she's thinking when she's silent? Why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how to make her truly happy&lt;/font&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;You want four lanes or six on that bridge?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#0000ff size=5&gt; Must be true!! ;-) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114432263233132028?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114432263233132028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114432263233132028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114432263233132028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114432263233132028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/04/thus-spake-god-on-women.html' title='THUS SPAKE GOD on Women! :-)'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114362697040326304</id><published>2006-03-29T15:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:14.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Lessons - #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/hierarchy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/hierarchy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A young executive was leaving the office at 6 PM when he found the BOSS standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand. "&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size = 2 color=#c60277&gt;Listen,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" said the BOSS, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size = 2 color=#c60277&gt;This is a very sensitive and important document and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size = 2 color=#c60277&gt;Certainly, Sir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" said the young executive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button. "&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size = 2 color=#c60277&gt;Excellent, excellent!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"  said the BOSS as his paper disappeared inside the machine. "&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size = 2 color=#c60277&gt;I just need two more copy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4 color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Never, never assume that your BOSS knows everything. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true!!! How true!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#c600c6&gt;&lt;i&gt;**I cannot explain further**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114362697040326304?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114362697040326304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114362697040326304&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114362697040326304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114362697040326304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/03/corporate-lessons-1.html' title='Corporate Lessons - #1'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114320442495572900</id><published>2006-03-24T17:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rajni: Is this 2006 or 1986???</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;To all those who admire Rajni. Esp the older version of the current version. ;-) To all those who have been a fan of his older movies. To all those who have loved his looks &amp; locks during 80s. To all those who are a great fan of &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Billa, Thillu Mullu&lt;/font&gt; here it is. This post is dedicated to you all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#0000ff&gt; I have never been a big fan of him. My fav has always been Kamal. But I enjoyed most of Rajni's early movies(80s). This guy has proved time &amp; again that he too knows acting. Oflate I was getting bugged up with his stereo typed roles and his looks. So when I saw these snaps was not able to resist posting them immediately for your view. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;These are the pix of his latest flick: Shivaji. &lt;br /&gt;Check his hair style. Reminds me of OLD RAJNI &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agreed He looks old but still this looks awesome.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4 color =#0000FF&gt; And the best of the snaps I received is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I could expand this snap.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=#ff0000&gt;I am waiting to watch this movie :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114320442495572900?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114320442495572900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114320442495572900&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114320442495572900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114320442495572900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/03/rajni-is-this-2006-or-1986_24.html' title='Rajni: Is this 2006 or 1986???'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114292375047711508</id><published>2006-03-21T12:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.721+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indian Lower Order is of a High Order!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This post is for cricket fans. Cricket fanatics, too. But impractical fans please keep off. And obvious as you might have guessed this post is on current India-England Series.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you managed to watch India's dismal performance yesterday (20-March-2006), the Day 3 of the test match? Well, I did not but I saw the highlights. I was amazed at the range of shots played by &lt;font color=#000000&gt;Anil Kumble and SreeSanth&lt;/font&gt;. It was simply superb. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/SreeSanth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/SreeSanth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If anybody gets an opportunity just watch their performance.  &lt;font color= #000000&gt;Dhoni &amp; Pathan&lt;/font&gt; played an important innings. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Kumble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Kumble.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For few overs, they looked threatening but Pathan feel for a loose delivery and Dhoni was unlucky.  But in my perspective, &lt;font color=#990000&gt;&lt;b&gt;the only true threatening pair was Anil Kumble and SreeSanth!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Just watch how A &amp; S plundered the blowing attack of the Hoggard and Flintoff. H &amp; F were the prime assassins who wiped out our top-order in all the 3 tests. But these two assassins looked totally out of sorts in front of A &amp; S. The Cover Drive. The pull. The Cut. Boy! Boy! &lt;font color=#ff0088&gt;A &amp; S played like a true top order pair!&lt;/font&gt; One should watch the highlights to know and realize that Anil Kumble has truly improved his batting standards. &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Anil Kumble, like Rahul Dravid, possess a learning &amp; performing curve that is on the rise ever since he adorned our Indian Cap.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is Sachin, Sehwag and Ganguly listening???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Sachin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Sachin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was enjoying their attack on the English bowlers I could not help wondering &lt;font color=#FF00FF&gt;"What our top order batsmen are doing now?"&lt;/font&gt; And guess what they were doing? The same you &amp; me were doing. &lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watching &amp; Cheering!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Is this why they are paid some million dollars per game? &lt;br /&gt;Just look back at the current English team. After a series of injuries, currently it is filled with second string batsmen and third string bowlers. &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;And these third string performers ripped through our famous INDIAN BATTING ATTACK for a merry-go-around.&lt;/font&gt; Wow! So nice to know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Sehwag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Sehwag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its time these these two stalwart - &lt;font color=#000000&gt;Sachin &amp; Sehwag&lt;/font&gt;, do some thing. Damn them, they are good. But nope, actually, they &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;were&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; good. Off late they have not performed. Then why should they be in the team?? One might say that they have an amazing track record, then so does Ganguly! So, why a separate rule for him?? &lt;br /&gt; Just put yourselves in the shoes of Kaif &amp; Gambhir. They have the energy, zeal &amp; enthu to perform and they have performed whenever given chance. But they are not allowed to, regularly, and this is because of whom??? Need I say the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, what is boiling in me is:&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should performers like Kaif &amp; Gambhir suffer because of non-performers like Sachin &amp; Sehwag?? Greg &amp; BCCI, use the same weapon used against Ganguly against Sachin &amp; Sehwag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Gambhir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Gambhir.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two &lt;b&gt;BAKRAs*&lt;/b&gt; of Indian team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Kaif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Kaif.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color=#000000&gt;KAIF &amp; Gambhir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&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;* - Scapegoats (for the benefit of those who don't understand Hindi lingoz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114292375047711508?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114292375047711508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114292375047711508&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114292375047711508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114292375047711508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/03/indian-lower-order-is-of-high-order.html' title='Indian Lower Order is of a High Order!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114252735493514963</id><published>2006-03-16T21:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.654+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Real Story of a Surreal Guy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hi All, this is a story of a guy. A guy, who does not actually exists but also exists. Confusing yeah? This guy is not real but he exists inside every of us..... In every IT employee, at least. In every employee without any gender discrimination. Without any color, caste, creed discrimination. Without level of experience discrimination. He lives in every one of us. &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;He is us!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;There is this guy who at the time of graduating with a good professional degree dreamed of a job that would make him rich from his current status - a middle class. He had all that took to make him professionally well-ranked and highly-paid. After all, he has a good tech degree + he is extremely confident + apparently handsome + good brains (at least others feel so) + the zeal to take up challenge. He starts applying and getting offers but none that appeals. Some good chances are lost and some gained without much of promise. But one fine day, without any hint an offer lands on his lap and the eagerness to start working overpowers the confidence for a better offer. Before he realizes he is there in front of a comp in a well-lit AC-ed cubicle and also in the payroll of a company. Oops!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being a very committed person, He accepts the challenge and puts a good step forward. Not the best step though, bcoz in this industry nobody puts his/her best foot fwd but only a good foot. He slogs hard and is promised a confirmation &amp; &lt;font color=#FF55ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; hike at the end of an year. As the year comes to a close, the frevor to impress all increases and pushes the otherwise lethargic guy to work hard....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final day of his year  has arrived. Wow! The day was filled with a lots of forms being filled for the most important and exciting word in the entire industry: &lt;b&gt;appraisal&lt;/b&gt;. Having filled all the forms and submitted to the concern authorities. He awaits the next day. Prays to SunGod to set and rise immediately. Too excited to work, the days goes by without much of activity. He hits the bed with a gr8 hope in his head for the next day. In his dream, he sees his manager applauding his effort and gives a very impressive hike. The dream ends with a few drops of tears-of-joy from his Parents. The guy feels proud. The next day dawns.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrives at office in complete formals. Well kempt hair-do. Complete a make-over shift. Enters the office with a huge smile and confidence and hope, ofcourse. He waits for his manager to call him for the appraisal interview. His manager passes by and his expectation rises just to fall. &lt;font color=#ff55ff&gt;"Oh! Manager has just stepped in so after some time he will call"&lt;/font&gt; The some time turns into minutes. Into hours. And no sign of manager calling him. The smile on his face slowly fades. Then the extension rings. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#000000&gt; Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Caller:&lt;/font&gt; Hello is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#0055ff&gt;**Manager!!** &lt;/font&gt; Yes, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Caller:&lt;/font&gt; Can you come over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#0055ff&gt;**Wow!!!**&lt;/font&gt; Yes, ofcourse sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;Our man reaches the manager cubicle......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#0055ff&gt;**Excellent smile**&lt;/font&gt; Excuse me Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt;Come in. What happened to the module that you were supposed to finish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#0055ff&gt;**Smile fades** (oh! This is about work &amp; not about appraisal) &lt;/font&gt; Sir, I am working..... **blah** **blah** &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;Our man returns with a lost expression. Wonders when is the appraisal gonna happen? The day ends and manager left. He hopes the next day would see his appraisal happen. The next day, the manager does not turn up to office. The third day, the manager is in a client meet, so no time. The fourth day, our man shrugs his shoulder and starts working. The next week, he forgot he was supposed to be assessed and appraised. The next month, the salary comes and goes leaving no doubt that his appraisal is not gonna happen. In the next quarter, the extension rings. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt; Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Caller:&lt;/font&gt; Hello is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#0055ff&gt;**Manager!!**&lt;/font&gt; Yes, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Caller:&lt;/font&gt; Can you come over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#0055ff&gt;**Wow!!!**&lt;/font&gt; Yes, ofcourse sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;Our man reaches the manager cubicle......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt; Yes. You called me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Manager:&lt;/font&gt; So you have rated yourself pretty high in your appraisal? How and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Our Fellow:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#0055ff&gt;**What is this appraisal interview????**&lt;/font&gt; Sir, actually.... **blah** **blah** &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000099&gt;The next month the appraisal results are reflected in the salary slip. Our man interested in difference?  Calculates but high-school maths tells him that the difference is &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZERO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#FF55ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;What??!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; He realizes that the appraisal results will reflected in the next month results. That is 6 months after the appraisal was supposed to happen. &lt;font color=#FF55ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh! Great!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; The next month, the difference is again a high-school maths with some few more numbers other than 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more months goes by without much of interest. Time for next appraisal. From experience, he knows no point in waiting. The things go well (read as nothing happened). A general hike happens. That is, every employees salary is increased. &lt;font color=#FF55ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh! Is that gonna make a difference?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Apparently not. When the hike letters reaches the hands of employees. Every one is busy calculating how much have they gained. Well the result is unanimous. Every body gets a hike enough to enjoy one more meal per month!!! &lt;font color=#FF55ff&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow! So much for an IT Profession. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our considers if he should change his profession. Thoughts of our man:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;1. My papa has a nice farm @ village. Neways, no tax for these farmers.&lt;br /&gt;2. Or my uncle has a nice stationary shop and he needs a nice pair of hands to take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Or should I marry a rich gal who is the only gal in the house &amp; live as a live-in-son-in-law?&lt;br /&gt;4. Or try lottery?&lt;br /&gt;5. Or how about breaking into a bank?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tried uploading an image but was not able to. :-(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114252735493514963?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114252735493514963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114252735493514963&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114252735493514963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114252735493514963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/03/real-story-of-surreal-guy.html' title='A Real Story of a Surreal Guy!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114200882348617315</id><published>2006-03-10T21:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Looks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Statuary Warning: Readers/Viewers are hereby warned that this post contains some dangerous and most frightening photos ever captured in the entire history of man kind. Kids are advised to view with &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parental Guidance&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=#0000ff&gt;Weak-hearted please keep off the limits.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; The author is not responsible for any damage - physically, mentally or psychologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Picture%288%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Picture%288%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Change from my boy-next-door.... &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;Kinda Kool (or so I thought!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Image%28058%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border='0' style="border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Image%28058%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very spiritualistic look.... &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;A Kurta-Pyjama Saint&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/5417/1024/Image%28003%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/5417/400/Image%28003%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First trial on craziness.... &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;No Mush just a crazy Goatee!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/1600/Image%28172%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1985/1055/320/Image%28172%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A serious matured look.... &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;A thick Frechie!&lt;/font&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/5417/1024/Image%28181%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/5417/400/Image%28181%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest in my list of Crazy Look.... &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;A long beardish Mush!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my serious attempts to make myself what I am supposed to be - &lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;A GEEK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The only status I achieved was that I have become talk of my division, where every week begins with a look, followed by a laugh, at my face. :-D Well I dont mind bcoz &lt;font size=4 color=#ff00FF&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a GEEK!!!! ;-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114200882348617315?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114200882348617315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114200882348617315&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114200882348617315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114200882348617315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-looks.html' title='My Looks!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-114002288562281396</id><published>2006-02-15T21:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am Back..... Hopefully!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Blog-world &amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back and hopefully for long. The truth is very simple and is just the extension of previous blog-article. Busy! :-( I know... I know... Even I hate this word. But, kya kare? Life aisi ho gaye ki.... No did not even wanna talk about it. I have a lot to write in the blog but before that I just wanna reply to all my blog-friends. And thats what this blog is gonna be all about.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;a href="http://flowofthough.blogspot.com/"&gt;sujit&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;nice.. poster depicting your life style. But some schedules are quite tight!!.. can;t help.. hope now you are enjoying.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks dude. And, yes, some schedules are tight but dude the project has just began. I can not even imagine my condition towards the end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;a href="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;PV&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Hey Jack , so still busy ....??? Digging deep ..... come back choon ..... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yep Jhonny. Digging Deep?? Whate-ever did that mean? :-D Ye r as usual busy bloggin. Will have to read them may not be all :-) but at all most of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;a href="http://divyamadhur.blogspot.com/"&gt;Div&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;hey still busy!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately yes. And I c that even ye were pretty busy. Busy blogging. Yet to read yer articles but I see a lot of interesting ones. Hopefully I get time to read all of them. Sure will do it one day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;a href="http://sakanext.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saka&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;maaams .... Still busy .. looks like TE is 'exploiting' you :-0&lt;br /&gt;btb waiting 4 ur post on TE Family day celebs nd ur hand on that ... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Machchi, semma busy da. Yep. My TE annual day was gr8. Will post about it soon. But I see that even ye have not updated yer blog for a loooooong time. Wuts up? Hitting on some SA* galz yeah? ;-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;a href="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;PV&lt;/a&gt;: @ jack :- &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;still busy .............. !@#$%^ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;boo.... hoo.... boo... hoo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; **crying**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;a href="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;PV&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Jack whats up ..working on week ends too ..... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waaaah.... Waaaaah...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; **wailing**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;a href="http://chaxblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chax Dad&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;God save u Rp, at least this is not the case in my office. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dude, saw yer blog &amp; it hurt. Ye have updated &amp; it hurt. Do rmmbr that 'Once I asked ye whn r u gonna update' &amp; now ye r asking d same question. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Pray Dad. Pray that atleast I can blog once a week. I am almost getting sick of work though it is very interesting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;a href=""&gt;Nagu&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;Rp...y r u looking out of company, IN elxsi itself we have a group who almost every month we go for treks. Last one was during republic day time for wayanad. Coming saturday we r in veerappan's trail (MM Hills).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dude, do I need to reply now!!! ;-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to update soooooooo many things:&lt;br /&gt;1. New Year - A spiritualistic begining&lt;br /&gt;2. Annual Day - Anchoring Glory&lt;br /&gt;3. Trekking - A meet with Mr. Veerapan&lt;br /&gt;....and so many things more.&lt;br /&gt;Well, letz wait &amp; see how many/much of these I will/can update. Only time can tell. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-114002288562281396?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/114002288562281396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=114002288562281396&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114002288562281396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/114002288562281396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-back-hopefully.html' title='I am Back..... Hopefully!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-113558106642432931</id><published>2005-12-26T12:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.411+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Busy! Busy! Busy!</title><content type='html'>Busy! And thats what I have been all through the last fortnight. Yep, a full 14days of complete slog. Oh! Boy! How I missed this comfy life of bloggin, checking mails &amp; playing free-cell. These 14days I led a complete 'anti-RP' life. Yep. Starting from getting up till sleeping in night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Getting up @ 6:30am!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - I had to do so bcoz I had to be in ofc before my PL. Lossing about 3-4 hours of sleep is no joke esp during winter in B'lore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt; Reach ofc @ 8:30am!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - :-( No choice. Bcoz my PL reaches ofc @ 8:30! Bcoz of her I had to pitch in atleast as late as her if not earlier. :-( Poor me! This was the first time my ofc saw me earlier than 10:30! Only on the joining day did I manage to reach ofc earlier than 10:30, it was atbout 9:45. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt; No Blogging &amp; No Replying to mails!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - Again, hopson's choice. Had loads of work and had to finish it atleast with some considerable delay. Having lost the touch of working &amp; reading docs, I had a real tough time keeping my eyes open everytime a PDF file opened. To top it all, I was supposed to concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;No Sleeping in ofc!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - Oh! Boy! This was the toughest I had to endure. Immediately after lunch, as though programmed, my eyes goes shut. But, the last 14 days, no way! I might even get skinned before the whole world!! Sleeping? No way! Gr8 sin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Leave ofc @ 10:30pm!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - Sometimes I am used to this though. But these days were different and difficult. Many days, I extended my stay for another 10-15 minutes just to go through the blogs of others. But no time to comment. And no energy too. I was sapped by 7pm that the next 3 hours was more like a hang-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Struggle in bed till 1:30am!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - The next biggest disaster. Earlier I used to sleep even before my head hits the pillow but these days, I was so damn engrossed in the prjct that I used to wonder how am I gonna manage my PL the next day for not having completed the work!! Boy! It was indeed a struggle trying hard to sleep but cannot. I wanted to sleep bcoz the next day I had to get up at 6:30 irrespectively of sun, shine or rain. But sleep would dfntly not come to me. Kya kare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4"&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;NO NOVELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;- Man! This was the biggest heart-break I had. I just was not able to read novels even in the night. Reason? Bcoz I was toooooooo tired to read but cannot sleep. Grrr..... I was completely pissed off. From the time I remember, I always snatched atleast a page of novel, be it exam, interview, or what-ever it may be. I feel incomplete without reading novel. And all of these 14 days I was without a novel! :-(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered a nice fwd I got some time ago. This fits the situation I was in, though not so completely. But could'nt resist putting this here... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/5417/1024/Teamwork.jpg" width="600" height="800" border="0" alt="Team Work"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-113558106642432931?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113558106642432931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=113558106642432931&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113558106642432931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113558106642432931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy! Busy! Busy!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-113448889616676746</id><published>2005-12-13T21:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.352+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rasmus! Rasmus! Rasmus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="400" height="275" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/5417/400/Rasmus%200.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasmus! The name spells music. The name sounds musical. The name generates musical vibes. Yep. I am refering to the Rock Band "Rasmus" and about their tour to Bangalore on Dec 4, 2005. I attended this concert and, believe me, &lt;b&gt;they were rocking.&lt;/b&gt; The concert was scheduled by 6:30pm and as usual the main performance did not begin even by 8pm. We, which included my friends &lt;a href="http://jayadev.blogsome.com/"&gt;Jayadev&lt;/a&gt;, Sameer and &lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/anoop1806"&gt;Anoop&lt;/a&gt; were in Palace Grounds by 6:45pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concert was organized by 'Campus Rocks.' The event began with a rock performance by 'Presorika,' a Delhi based Rock band. &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/5417/1024/Campus%20Rocks.jpg" width="180" height="135" border="0" alt="Campus Rocks"/&gt; Boy! These guys were rocking. This band consisted of, like Rasmus, only 4 members - 2 guitarist, 1 drummer and 1 singer. The singer was awesome. Boy! They really sound more pro than most of the VH1, MTV or V-channel artists. What grace. What performance. Classic. I really enjoyed it. Sorry was not able to get any pix of 'Prestorika' to put up. In fact, I straight away went ahead and purchased their CD from the VH1 counter that was set up. Since I like metal and &lt;i&gt;this being my first metal album purchase :-)&lt;/i&gt; I love the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a little before 8pm, Rasmus group came up on stage. The band member are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Singer - Lauri Ylönen aka Lintu&lt;br /&gt;2. Guitarist - Pauli Rantasalmi aka Tonni&lt;br /&gt;3. Bass - Eero Heinonen&lt;br /&gt;4. Drummer - Aki Hakala aka Hattu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/5417/1024/Rasmus%201.jpg" width="561" height="275" border="0" alt="Lintu"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their performance for very good. Truthfully, I have never heard them but I went ahead bcoz I just had some 'gut' faith that they might be good. And, no regrets. Their songs were by large a very good collection. Though the number of audience were far less than expected still the crowd was going 'ga-ga.' Somewhere mid-way all the performers took a acoustic and sang some pretty good soothing numbers. In fact, the drummer Hattu even imitated our Indian style of English speaking while introducing a song. Pretty hilarious. Then they sang their version of 'Raghu pathi raghava...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was by large a very good show. I dont remember all the songs but I tried to list as much as my memory goes. If possible &amp; if you are a Eng song lover, pls try to listen to these, they are good. And I vouch for it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;1. Shameless&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;3. Guilty&lt;br /&gt;4. Funeral song&lt;br /&gt;5. First day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more history on this group, pls refer to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rasmus"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rasmus&lt;/a&gt; Did not know that this group has been around for over a decade! Pretty good, yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-113448889616676746?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113448889616676746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=113448889616676746&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113448889616676746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113448889616676746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/rasmus-rasmus-rasmus.html' title='Rasmus! Rasmus! Rasmus!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-113440882253336077</id><published>2005-12-12T21:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.291+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walk-a-thon.... An emotional participation</title><content type='html'>Another perfect weekend! Yep, had a gr8 weekend. This post is regardin on how I spent my December 3, 2005 (Saturday). One can find another &lt;a href="http://coolpras4u.blogspot.com/2005/12/lots-to-write.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; (Prasad's) speaking about the same event. A simple &amp; an excellent straight forward narration, unlike mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk-a-thon was organized by &lt;a href="http://samarthanam.org/"&gt;Samarthanam&lt;/a&gt; trust. It is a trust for disabled. It was started by three visually impaired friends Mahantesh, Mudda and Nagesh. This trust is based in JP Nagar, Bangalore. This trust also has an USA &lt;a href=" http://danyam.net/samarthanam"&gt; website&lt;/a&gt;. These guys are doing some great work. This event was a walk for 7km for a cause. The cause was &lt;b&gt; to create awareness around the International Day for Disabled Persons (3rd December, 2005)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Blog/tataelxsiinwalkathon1.jpg" width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="Participants began marching"/&gt;Neways, this event walk-a-thon was co-sponsored by my company. And, so we happened to get some free participation passes. I was to co-ordinate from my company and did the best I could. Some 15 colleagues of mine participated in this event. Though as many as 35 employees voluteered only 15 were able to make it. For various other reasons they dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3pm we were to assemble in front Kanteerava Stadium. After the customary registration procedure, we proceed into the stadium for, again, customary speech &amp; introduction for about 1/2 hour. After which we assembled for the walk-a-thon. And then a 5km race was organized inside the stadium. The participants? &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;visually challeged ppl!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yep. Nearly blind and fully blind ppl participated in this race. For completely blind ppl, there was another guide who was running along with them. Can ye believe it? Blind people participating??? Boy, I was stunned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the walk began, which was mostly event-less. But, once in a while, when we tend to crib about the distance to walk, we would overtake &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a blind, or a polio affected, or a 4yr child&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; participants. It would be like a loud slap on our face. I almost found it like God telling me &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="0000FF"&gt;Open your eyes, Idiot! Understand how lucky you are? Remember how much have I given you? And, after all these, you still crib as though you dont have anything. Rascal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I just could'nt stand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk-a-thon, we assembled for &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Blog/tataelxsimember2.jpg" width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="Participants Queued up"/&gt; another roller-coaster ride for our egos. Sitting again in the Kanteerava Stadium, we witnessed some miracle. Yep. Thats how I call it as 'Miracles'. We witnessed some amazing performances from 'dis-abled' people. Lemme explain just two events that shook my complete poise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest of all was through a gal called Asha, a visually challenged artist from Samarthanam. She sang like as though she has been singing for over 100,000 years. What confidence? She performed side by side with regular cine-artists. Even the film-artists was amazed by singing. And, the best part of it was &lt;b&gt;she cannot see, so she has to remember everything including the lyrics, when to stop/start, everything&lt;/b&gt;. This almost made feel very sad for not using my capabilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most shocking was coming next.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000099"&gt;This was a dance performance by visually challenged artists!&lt;/font&gt; Beleive me. I just could'nt handle it. There was these 2 gals dancing together. They were perfect in their synchronisation. &lt;font size="3" color="#000099"&gt;Man, even rocket scientists will be ashamed of this synchronization&lt;/font&gt; This dance was called the 'Invocation dance.' During the performance, the artist danced toward a table where a statue was kept and offered flowers, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#000099"&gt;bang on target!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Damn it! I would have been a little at peace if they had faltered. Too much of perfection made me go mad. I was ashamed of myself. (**Currently feeling low, again and high with goose pimples**) I feel too low in front of these people. Can ye believe it, bang on target??? Too much. Just imagine their situation..... &lt;font size="3" color="#000099"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. they cannot know what the other gal is doing?!!&lt;br /&gt;2. they cannot know which is the front-part of the stage, length of the stage, any dimensional at all... Damn it, they dont understand what &lt;i&gt;dimension&lt;/i&gt; mean???&lt;br /&gt;3. they cannot visualize how a finger positioning will look?&lt;br /&gt;4. they cannot understand that this finger position means 'peacock' and another means 'dove' bcoz they dont know what is a peacock, dove....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but damn it they performed!!! They performed as though they were normal. why? why cant they falter? why should they make me feel sooooooooooooo low &amp; poor??? Why, damn it, why????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I feel cheap in front of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it worst, there was an awarding function for &lt;b&gt;Para-olympics Gold medalist!&lt;/b&gt; How many of you are aware that India has atleast 3 Gold-medals in Para-Olympics??? I did not know till I went for this walk-a-thon. So much for our newspapers and sport-crazy country we live in. These are the real heros of our country and definitely not Sachin, Saurav or Dravid. These are the true heros in their lives. It is my pride and pleasure to list out their names in my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Devendra Bevendra, Javelin Throw.&lt;/b&gt; Check this link:&lt;a href="http://www.rediff.com/sports/2004/sep/21gold.htm"&gt;Devendra Bevendra improved his own world mark to bag the country's first gold medal in the Javelin Throw, category F44/46, at the Paralympic Games, Athens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Vikram Singh Adhikari, 56Kg PowerLifting.&lt;/b&gt; Was not able to get any article on this event. So much for sports-crazy nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, that day was a real roller-coaster ride for my ego and threw me so off-balance that I am yet to recover. I might sound mean but I really want to out-wit them in some damn forum. Yes. I dont want to feel like sh*t. Such mentally-strong people always keep me grounded to reality &amp; make me feel religious. And, worst, make me feel poor. I dont like it but thats the truth.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-113440882253336077?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113440882253336077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=113440882253336077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113440882253336077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113440882253336077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/walk-thon-emotional-participation.html' title='Walk-a-thon.... An emotional participation'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Blog/th_tataelxsiinwalkathon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-113393157653751640</id><published>2005-12-07T10:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Received this mail more than once yesterday and could'nt help but posting it on my blog. This mail definitely increased my &lt;font color="FF0000"&gt;want to get my mom down here&lt;/font&gt;. Those who are staying away from mom can understand. Esp ppl like me, who have been away &lt;i&gt;'a-shy-short-of-decade'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Blog/Mothers.jpg" width="600" height="795" border="0" alt="Tribute to Mothers"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this opportunity to tell my mom something I have never done before. Though I want to but never got myself out of the 'dont-be-silly' image to do so. Mom here I go and hope you read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="0000FF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom, I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="00FF00"&gt;Hope you remain with me always&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-113393157653751640?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113393157653751640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=113393157653751640&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113393157653751640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113393157653751640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/12/tribute-to-mothers.html' title='A Tribute to Mothers'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Blog/th_Mothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-113328848014219075</id><published>2005-11-29T22:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climbing was rocking....</title><content type='html'>I had a perfect weekend about 3 weeks ago. It was just the right mixture of fun and physical exhaustion. &lt;br /&gt;3 weeks ago, to be precise, on 12 Nov, I had been to a rock climbing trip. Okay. Okay. Lemme go chronologically…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, over a cup of coffee, I happened to ask my colleague what is she doing for the weekend and the reply caught my attention. Trekking. Rock Climbing. Mountaineering. I was curious. That’s how I was introduced to this group: &lt;a href="http://bmcindia.org/"&gt;BMC&lt;/a&gt;(Bangalore Mountaineering Club). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I spoke of this group, lemme give a brief intro. &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;This group is a, to quote the founder,&lt;i&gt; “non-profit” organization for enthusiastic adventurers.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://bmcindia.org"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Blog/image001.jpg" width="90" height="60" border="0" alt="Rock Climbing spot" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is more like a yahoo-group,where the guyz/galz go on an adventure trip once a fortnight. Awesome group. Filled with real enthusiasts. They falter in no step in planning. They take care of every logistics issue. To register, you gotta be refered by members, please feel free to use my info for &lt;a href="http://bmcindia.org/register.htm"&gt;registration&lt;/a&gt;. RP &amp; http://meetrp.blogspot.com.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my experience. After registering, for various personal reasons I was unable to participate. I decided, come what may to participate for the next event, which was this rock-climbing event in Ramnagar, which is between Mysore &amp; Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Nov 12, 2005, at 6am whom-so-ever had their means of transport (incidently I had) left towards RamNagar and for others van facility was arranged. With the new Mysore highway in progress, I enjoyed the experience &amp; the joy of riding my Archie (that’s how I call my Pulsar 150 DTS-i). We reached the destination at about 8am and the intro session went on. There were, to be precise, about 44 ppl. I was the only one from my company and I distinctly remember a huge gang from Motorola and a considerable number from Infy. I was kinda apprehensive but these guyz are a pro in putting people at ease. I was bombared by smiling faces, greeting words &amp; extended hands. Man! It is a different world of enthusiasts. You don’t have a choice but to like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were initially given some basic exercises and were split into two groups. One for Rock Climbing &amp; the other for Rappelling. Each of us were given some training in ‘Bouldering’, which is mini-rock climbing. Guess, I did it well. (&lt;i&gt;Some self pumping is required, after all it is my blog&lt;/i&gt;) I belonged to the group for rock-climbing. Initially, we climbed about 50,000 steps to the top of the hill. &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Blog/051130-rockingclimbingspot0.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Rock Climbing spot" /&gt;(&lt;font color=#663300&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some guyz, who did not know practical energy-mathematics, counted the number of steps to be 373. Crap. It was not a step less than 75,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;) After which we found a flat, smooth 50 feet tall rock! And guess? &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;We were supposed to climb this damn thing!!!&lt;/font&gt; I almost fainted with magnitude of impossibility. But this group (filled with professional organizers) had arranged for a group of pros to help us. These pros (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;damn them!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) climbed this flat plain surface of rock like a lizard and set the whole hooks &amp; other necessary safety pins in the rock for the amateurs. Then we began; it was our chance to be lizards…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us, in turn did our trial &amp; error. It was mostly filled with errors. We were given our harness and were supposed to climb! Just a rope around the waist &amp; climb. Each of us struggled. Stumbled. Fell and was held by the rope &amp; harness (&lt;i&gt;Thank heavens&lt;/i&gt;). We heard lot of screams. Pleads for help. Words of haplessness. Prayers for safe returns to ground. Shouts of ecstasy (almost rare). But nevertheless everybody gave it a shot. From my part, Damn it!, I couldn’t even climb 25 feet. I almost scrapped my knees more than once &amp; my shoes are part of history now. All of us returned to the ground with the thought “May be I should have tried a little more”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after this we climbed down to the bottom of the hill by 2:30pm. (&lt;font color=#663300&gt;&lt;b&gt;And, yeah, the return was indeed only 373 steps. What a construction! You climb up 90,000 steps and climb down only 373!!! Gr8!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;) Though our fingers were sour, had a sumptuous lunch. Shared our expert(!!!) advices with the other group, who had been on rappelling. We then rushed to our next event – Rappelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Blog/NRP-0242.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Me Rappelling" /&gt;Rappelling was relatively easier. You gotta slid down the rope from top of the mountain to the bottom. Ofcourse, harness and rope are tied around your waist. The best part of this session is that, we walk on the walls of the rock. It feels great. Just imagine, walking parallel to the ground! Look at the sky and feel part of it. Feel almost like a bird. A featherless bird. I would give my dayz wager for a repeat. It was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Blog/051130-rappellingspot1.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Rock Climbing spot" /&gt; After this, we reached our base zero by 6pm. The best performers in both galz &amp; boyz section were given a gift and we left to our places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not do justice if I dont mention about the people I met. The best part I really enjoyed, apart from physical activity, was the guyz/galz I met. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;They were gr8. The following people would hopefully remember me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Lemme recollect… (Chronologically)&lt;p style='margin-left:.25in'&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ajay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; from Covansys, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vijayesh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; not-sure-from-where, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vinay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; from Infy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lakshmi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; not-sure-from-where (&lt;font color=#663300&gt;&lt;i&gt;who was supposed to mail me &amp; did not. Are you listening, Lakshmi???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madhavi, Saumya &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;(&lt;font color=#663300&gt;&lt;i&gt;am I still in your enemy list even after the safety ropes??? ;-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt; Shilpa, Kushal, Mohan-the-god and Prashanth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; from Motorola, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; guess is from Infy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prasad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; from Infy &lt;br /&gt;and, yeah, from the great BMC team &lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roopa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; Man, these people rock. I really loved the time I spent with them. Hours rolled into seconds amidst them. Very fun loving &amp; very very jolly-go-lucky with a lot of broad-mind. Would not hesitate to join these people anytime for any event. That day was tiring &amp; physically exhausting but mentally and psychologically it was a gr8 boost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is almost a dedication to &lt;a href="http://bmcindia.org/"&gt;BMC&lt;/a&gt;. Would love to repeat any event with this group. Hail BMC!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-113328848014219075?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113328848014219075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=113328848014219075&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113328848014219075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113328848014219075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/11/rock-climbing-was-rocking.html' title='Rock Climbing was rocking....'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/coolyap/Blog/th_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-113292781155955763</id><published>2005-11-25T19:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Phew! I am back....</title><content type='html'>My dear bloggers. Many of my class mates &amp; blog friends have been angered by my silence on blog. Have been irritated by my lack of postings. Have been patiently waiting for my next post. Guess it is time to break my silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that lemme explain my silence. There was a problem. My office had blocked 'blogger'! And, worst, only for my department. &lt;b&gt;Yes, you heard it right, only for my department.&lt;/b&gt; Meaning the rest of my office colleagues can blog and only the "chosen" 34 cannot. Poor RP was suffering even to pass 15 minutes in office without blogger. :-( Believe me, it is really really tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for blocking? Bcoz we 34 belong to an ODC (Offshore Development Centre) and ODCs have seperate rules. And similar corporate bull-shit. I was angered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I cannot fight against the great corporate without some 'chanakya' politically correct arguments. So I researched thro' the blogs and found some really good technical blogs. By show casing these technical blogs to my boss, I was able to convince him the blogger is indeed the best forum for "technical" discussions. And guess, what? He believed. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so Ladies and Gentlemen, I was able to get this site unblocked. And this is my first blog after the inhuman blocking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those in the similar situation like mine can make use of the following technical blogs to fight for your case: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kickasssound.blogspot.com"&gt;Arvind&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;i&gt;The most widely used tech blog in my argument. Every hit on this blog page was an inch toward my success. Dude, I dont know who u r but thanks.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adstech.blogspot.com"&gt;adstech&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crawls.blogspot.com"&gt;::krishna::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amolnv.blogspot.com"&gt;amol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rboerma.blogspot.com"&gt;remco's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last nail in the coffin was the following blog, who is also working in the same company:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chinthanaigal.blogspot.com"&gt;nagarajan gopalan&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Buddy, you made my day. Your post(&lt;a href="http://chinthanaigal.blogspot.com/2005/11/tata-elxsi-announces-breakthrough.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;) was the final inch of victory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These above blogs are really good. They write a lot of technical stuff. I enjoyed reading them. Though I searched for them only for my selfish purpose but I found them pretty good. So sure would be visiting them more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deepasayz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deepa&lt;/a&gt;, sure would be more regular in my posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-113292781155955763?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113292781155955763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=113292781155955763&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113292781155955763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113292781155955763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/11/phew-i-am-back.html' title='Phew! I am back....'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-113153747652669530</id><published>2005-11-09T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:13.048+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Story Tree - Their Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://inagardencalledlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/journey-begins.html"&gt;He thought it would be an ordinary journey. Standing behind the pillar he watched the train snort arrogantly into the station. With each snort he was reminded of his grandfather's words "You will fail in the city and return penniless"; with every heavenward whistle, he heard his cousin, "Don't worry. Come here and I will get you a job at the construction site." Now he had a 34-hour journey to prove one of them wrong, and he expected the excitement at the end of the journey. He looked at his ticket once again: compartment S9 berth 23.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anuforyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/story-tree-grows.html"&gt;Pushing his luggage under the seat, he sat close to the window. "Papa, when will you be back?" - his four year old daughter Munni asked innocently. He stared into those soft brown eyes of the motherless kid. He held her frail palms in his, through the window. "Munni, Papa will get you a nice gudiya from the city..Say tata," his sister spoke to the kid, to avoid an emotional outburst. In a minute, the train pulled forward, and Munni's little fingers parted from between his. "I need to go..", he thought, "I have to, at least for Munni's sake.."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mosakutti.blogspot.com/2005/10/story-tag-time-folks.html"&gt;The humid summer breeze and the rattling train coaxed him into an uncomfortable state of drowsy consciousness. He dreamt that Munni ran away, the closer he ran to her, the farther she was, like a mirage. He woke up with a start and squinted at his watch."What is the time please?"A smallish woman, a meek voice as if she was scared that her existence would annoy someone. Her only noticeable feature was her rather large, expressive eyes."4.30"Something made him look at the woman again. He had stopped noticing women long back. Ever since Meenakshi passed away...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chennaicentral.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged-or-how-i-came-to-be-ragged.html"&gt;But this woman was different. She reminded him of someone he knew. In an instant he realized who and the painful memories came flooding back. She looked exactly like his childhood sweetheart Madhu. As teenage lovers in a conservative society, they had often met secretly and had declared undying love for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Then someone had found out and all hell had broken loose. The elders in the village Panchayat had ostracized Madhu's family as she was from a lower caste. Unable to bear the humiliation, she had committed suicide by drowning. That was twelve years back...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://visithra.blogspot.com/2005/10/story-tree.html"&gt;Could it be? Could it really be him? He seems different, weary and downcast. Oh no will he recognise me? No, I am dead to the world. Still she cautiously wrapped her saree end around her head and across her face. Behind the cotton screen, her mind drifted to happier times, languid strolls in the corn fields, games at the riverbed, his gentle caress, whispered sweet nothings, stolen glances at the temple fair.&lt;br /&gt;Tempted to take one last look, she consoled herself that he wouldn't notice. Slowly&lt;br /&gt;she lifted her eyes only to find Rupak staring back at her.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://expertdabbler.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagging-train-moves-on.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly glanced the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, this girl looks too close to be any other person. She is infact Madhu!! “Hey, Madhu!” he called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She struggled hard not to respond to that call. And successfully managed it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Madhu, you forgot me?” he inquired her and came closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady sitting opposite to him was looking at this unapprovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, you are mistaken, My name is not Madhu.. I am Supriya” she lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Ram!, a young girl cannot travel safely in this country without being stalked!” the old lady muttered angrily.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://srivatsanmurali.blogspot.com/2005/10/taggin-train-arrives.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl walked briskly away from him, trying to escape his glances, as though she was hiding something, not wanting to be discovered. He stood confused, she had said her name wasn’t Madhu, and should he run after her? Or should he let it pass, after all he still had a train to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart told him it was Madhu, followed her, all thoughts about going to the city vanished; he was on delighted to have met Madhu after such a long time. He was filled with memories of their time together. He finally caught up with her. Looking into her eyes he said &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://nanyaar.blogspot.com/2005/10/journey-continues-my-first-tag.html"&gt;' Why Madhu? Why this to me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please dont lie to me anymore"; sounding more like the Mani he used to be ten years back when he had first met her at the Village temple, rather than the arrogant side that seemed to rule his life now. "I know it is you, nobody else but you Madhu". Tears roll down her cheecks as she tries to remember why they ended up this way. Was it destiny or fate that they had to meet now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she speaks up, the train which for a while had be at a halt, slowly starts to move. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://divyamadhur.blogspot.com/2005/11/story-tree-their-journey.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn’t speak out even a word. All that was seen , tears rolling down her cheeks out of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,he was not in a state to loose her again .Though they didn’t speak any word ,everything was clear .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now also ,they were able to read what was running in each others mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowly held her palms into his. She couldn’t stop him though she wanted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment ,they forgot everything.All that was felt,they want to live a new life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later discovered that both were going to the same construction site for the job..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same job at the same construction site?!! Same destination?!! He was too shocked to react. &lt;br /&gt;"How could this be possible?" he wondered. His mind went reeling to the past. The hidden past. The past of which he wanted no more. &lt;br /&gt;"Remember? Remember Mani??? 5 years ago…" his mind talking. He does not like to be called Mani but his mind was not listening. His mind, which always was within his control, was rolling back to the past. &lt;br /&gt;"5 years ago in the train. Both you &amp; Madhu to the same destination unknown to eachother just like today. That's when it happened…" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything below the dashed line above should be copied and pasted with every accepted tag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Story Tree and is best nurtured as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. A blogger can add only 90-100 words (not more or less) at a time&lt;br /&gt;2. All previous snippets of 90-100 words need to be copied before the new set of 90-100 words are appended.&lt;br /&gt;3. Each entire snippet should be linked to the respective author (and not just the first sentence or so)&lt;br /&gt;4. Characters, scenes, etc. can be introduced by an author5. Bizarre twists, sci-fi, fantasy sequences are best avoided.&lt;br /&gt;6. A tag must be accepted within 7 days else the branch is a dead branch&lt;br /&gt;7. After appending 90-100, the Story Tree can be passed on to at most 3 bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;8. If more than 1 branch leads to a blogger, s/he is free to choose any one of them but cannot mix the snippets of the individual branches.&lt;br /&gt;9. The Story Tree is best left to grow than concluded&lt;br /&gt;10. Please attach the image of the Story Tree below with each accepted tag (the link address can be copied and used).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1755/692/400/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1755/692/400/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifesmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;PV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laxee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Praveen&lt;/a&gt; (Sorry Dude. Without permission hope you will be a sport!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coolpras4u.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prasad&lt;/a&gt; (Sorry Dude. Without permission hope you will be a sport!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-113153747652669530?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113153747652669530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=113153747652669530&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113153747652669530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113153747652669530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/11/story-tree-their-journey.html' title='Story Tree - Their Journey'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-112972175411274690</id><published>2005-10-19T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Writing to one &amp; all. Blindly follow what-ever has been suggested... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARE IS THE MOST SWEETEST FORM OF WORD;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY IS THE BEST DAY IN THIS WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;WISHES THAT FLY PAST OVER OUR HEAD&lt;br /&gt;PUSHES US ON THE NOSTALGIC ROSE BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, WITH MIND FULLY COMPOSED AND CALM&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE FILL UP THE BDAY REMINDER FORM&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME TO MAKE YOU FEEL MORE &amp; MORE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;ALL SAID &amp; DONE. SIGNING OFF WITH LOVE - rp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls dears follow the link below and help me fulfill my promise of "WISHING YOU ON EVERY OF YOUR B-DAY".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.BirthdayAlarm.com/dob/9800086a986841b363"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to update your birthday Info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;OR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste this link (http://www.BirthdayAlarm.com/dob/9800086a986841b363) in your browser. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Simple Isn't it? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-112972175411274690?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112972175411274690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=112972175411274690&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112972175411274690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112972175411274690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday-update.html' title='Birthday Update'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-112955320021297674</id><published>2005-10-17T18:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.799+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AR Rehman Show...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; &lt;u&gt;WARNING&lt;/u&gt;: This text contains some interesting news that might be found violating this groups norms &amp; procedures. In that case, the reader is fore-warned not to proceed further in case:&lt;br /&gt;   1. He/she does not have enough free time. &lt;br /&gt;   2. He/she is impatient and can not understand "BUTLER" English.&lt;br /&gt;   3. He/she has actually returned home thinking ARR show was cancelled. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARR! The name gets beats to our feet. Rhythm to our hearts. Music to our mind. And smile to our souls. The name rejuvenates our passion to music. The name is music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of the world wants to listen to the creation of ARR. So did I. I convinced myself &amp; my financier (again myself) that I need to attend this concert at any cost. (**&lt;b&gt;Yep! It did cost me a fortune&lt;/b&gt;**). Well, since I was trying to convince myself it was easier. I finally managed to get hold of one ticket (**&lt;b&gt;Don't ask the cost&lt;/b&gt;**) just dayz before the concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day arrived. At last. My wait of over 48 hours has finally come to an end. Phew! I was eagerly waiting for this day just like a child waiting for a ice-cream. On that day, the sun was bright. The wind breezy. The climate awesome. The mood romantic. The right climate for the concert, I thought.  The show was at 7pm and flood-gates opens at 5pm. Time in my watch says 4Pm. Time to get ready. After all, ARR in town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was ready in record time. With all smiles &amp; songs on my lips I put my new woodland shoes &amp; stepped outside..... Its raining!! :-( Raining cats &amp; dogs! Raining as though God suddenly remembered &amp; sent down the arrears on the same day! I cursed the rain. But, no I shall not return. Bcoz I decided I need to attend this concert at any cost. I put on my rain-jacket &amp; drove to Palace Ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered in to the arena. It was near empty. Just a few souls scattered around. It was almost looking empty. EMPTY!!! :-O Where the hell is the stage? The place was looking more a normal ground; did not even give a hint of any concert. I immediately sprang into a huge search. After a while, some where at a distance I saw some structure which vaguely reminded me of a stage. Upon nearing found that it was indeed a stage bcoz I did see a single mike hanging!!! And the anchor (**complete waste**) was blabbering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to investigate I took one more step. Whoosh!! Another bout of heavy rains. Looking around I was kinda happy see some people running for some cover in a distance corner. Any case I was completely drenched. But for nothing else to do, I did follow suit and took cover. Few minutes rolled by and the anchor was still on the mike... Wondering what to do... Shud I return home &amp; waste the money spent? Shud I wait till the show starts &amp; rain stop? Shud I just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt; Clap! Clap! Clap! &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Did I miss something? The stage suddenly seemed to be a bundle of activity. The crowd alive. Not minding the rain I ran towards to stage lest I miss something. It was some one else on the stage. A short funny guy with the mike &amp; rattling something in Hindi. Suddenly, he started a song. "Allah ke Bande Hasde..." Oh! Kailash Kher! He was surprisingly tooo small. He was there only to cheer up the crowd &amp; promised us that they would perform come what may. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, silence from stage in front &amp; thunders from skies above. Rain incessant. But I was anyways drenched till the second layer of skin. So no point in taking cover. Moreover, there were some good looking chicks standing next to me. Totally wet. 3 of them in total. Good looking &amp; more important, wet! ;-) So why miss this opportunity.... I stood grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to initiate conversation... &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt; Clap! Clap! Clap! &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt; Who? Sivamani! I mean, 'Drums' Sivamani. Wow! He rolled his way to glory. He too was there only to cheer us up &amp; make sure we stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Sivamani finished &amp; stage is again silent. Time to initiate conversation with these gals. Okay! How shall I start? Mmm.... Okay. Lemme ask about the weather. Crap! How about their interest towards music? Another crap! Obviously they are interested else why are they here. Fine, may be how about...&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt; Clap! Clap! Clap! &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt; Who the hell is that again? ARR!!! Wow! He too was there only to cheer us up. But apart from that he gave an opportunity for me to start chatting with these chicks. :-) Believe me I chatted till my mouth was paining. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes rolled by.... Rain stopped... Show started with a bang. Literally! They started their show with a song from 'Yuva'. Then on the songs poured down as heavy as the rain did. You name the singers they were there. Hariharan. Chitra. Kailash Kher. Alka Yagnik. Shanker Mahadevan. Blaaze. SivaMani. Phew! It was mind-boggling. And yeah, how can I forget? Sukwinder Singh &amp; Sadana Sargam. Man! It was a star-raining nite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs were of all mixes. Fast rhythmic. Slow soothing. Punjabi Bhangara. Northy techno. Every song was better the previous. First Hari Haran sings followed by Sukwinder. Then Sadana Sargam pairs up with Hari again. Then the unmatched Chitra. If this was not getting your adrenalin pumped up enough then Kailesh Kher comes up. If this is not enough music to drown you, Shanker Mahadevan &amp; ARR pair up. Holy Christ! This was all I could do not to go overboard with music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all of us kinda relaxing &amp; trying to get back our enthusiasm &amp; adrenalin back to normal, Sivamani does a 25minute solo. And guess what? We are on dance floor even before a blink of an eye. Jesus! This was a hell of a show to attend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program ended about 12:30 midnight. The rain suddenly began. It was as though Lord Varuna was also immersed in ARR music! And he released towards the end he had not done his duty!!! I drove back to my home. Actually, I shipped back home. After drying &amp; changin to pyjamas, plunged on my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was hell-worthy to attend this show. I was happy to myself. With smile fixed on my lipz, I slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! NO!" I woke up with a start. I had forgotten to note down the number of those chicks.... :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-112955320021297674?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112955320021297674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=112955320021297674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112955320021297674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112955320021297674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/10/ar-rehman-show.html' title='AR Rehman Show...'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-112954979285051037</id><published>2005-09-17T04:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.741+05:30</updated><title type='text'>About our double date....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; This is after a double date with Kama &amp; his gf with Sandy &amp; me. It was a nice one. The recepients are &lt;i&gt; Mahesh K, Chennai &lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt; Sandhya, Chennai &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinking about Kama &amp; Sri.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is dark, atheletic and handsome. (**sometimes I tell lies**)&lt;br /&gt;She is fair, pretty, cute &amp; wholesome.&lt;br /&gt;His looks are deceptive &amp; naughty.&lt;br /&gt;She is a hallmark of high serenity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With starkingly low similarity &amp; high differences&lt;br /&gt;yet together they are perfect beyond any guesses.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts ran in my mind when I saw together&lt;br /&gt;was "This guy is a damn lucky bugger!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They seemed more happy than anyone I've seen&lt;br /&gt;Their joy seems similar to that of any teen.&lt;br /&gt;When he was walking along holding hand of her&lt;br /&gt;They just seemed to be 'MADE-FOR-EACHOTHER'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Thinking about Sri..... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelic beauty that she definitely is&lt;br /&gt;wondering how in the world did I miss!!&lt;br /&gt;Heard that she did study in my school.&lt;br /&gt;Having missed such a beauty I am fool!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heard her to be gorgeous and simply cute&lt;br /&gt;still when she smiled I went totally mute!&lt;br /&gt;This stupid collection of words is a tribute&lt;br /&gt;to my friends gf, who is lovely &amp; very cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-112954979285051037?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112954979285051037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=112954979285051037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954979285051037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954979285051037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/09/about-our-double-date.html' title='About our double date....'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-112954953199450521</id><published>2005-09-13T06:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.675+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random collection of words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; This is to my first crush in my life. She is an angelic beauty. She has such a homely look. Equalled only by her behaviour. She has an enchantin smile. I can go on for a life time just describing her &amp; that is not what this blog is all about. ;-) This was after I had a date with her in Vellore. Her name is &lt;i&gt; Sai Sailaja, Vellore. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelic beauty that she definitely is&lt;br /&gt;wondering how in the world did I miss.&lt;br /&gt;Such Looks. Such Smiles. Such serenity.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am not her boy-friend is such a pity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Knew her to be gorgeous and simply cute&lt;br /&gt;still when she smiled I went totally mute!&lt;br /&gt;Few hours spent with her was simply great&lt;br /&gt;Was praying to make it an endless date.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Never spent such a good lovely time ever. &lt;br /&gt;She was a beauty. Witty &amp; highly clever.&lt;br /&gt;Now &amp; then she was cracking a dirty joke.&lt;br /&gt;Jealous guyz around called me "A lucky bloke"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She was in a sexy pink-black combo&lt;br /&gt;with difficulty I withheld my virgin vow!&lt;br /&gt;When every guy in town was openly gaping&lt;br /&gt;I knew I am next to a 'fatty' Cinderella in making.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wondering what did we do on that date.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but talked. Walked. And ate.&lt;br /&gt;But still was worth every effort &amp; dime.&lt;br /&gt;I will remember this date for a life time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wish with her I could be on an eternal date&lt;br /&gt;but her boy-friend would show me heaven's gate.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky him who-ever she really loves&lt;br /&gt;Bcoz he is taking a lucky angel to his house.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Any complaints of Vellore becoming hotter?&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes &amp; simply blame it on her.&lt;br /&gt;This stupid collection of words is a tribute&lt;br /&gt;to this lovely reader who is very very cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-112954953199450521?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112954953199450521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=112954953199450521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954953199450521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954953199450521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-collection-of-words.html' title='Random collection of words....'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-112954936941359011</id><published>2005-08-24T11:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Your contact number plz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; This is to a dearest sweet lovely gal. She is a cute gal with a enchanting smile. I liked her. I wanted to be a good boy-friend of her. But realized it was impossible. I still like her. But she has always been snubbing all my attempts. I lost hopes. :-( This beauties name is &lt;i&gt; Mohana Priya aka Reenu, Bangalore &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O the most beautiful damsel ever to be born!&lt;br /&gt;Here I am without your number in deep mourn!&lt;br /&gt;If thy can grace me with just a few digits,&lt;br /&gt;that will fill all of my hearts abyssical pits.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hearing your voice is like water in a desert&lt;br /&gt;but currently am dying out of extreme thirst.&lt;br /&gt;Why, my dear, is this defeaning high silence&lt;br /&gt;Plz give ur number, which is my life's essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to your place to show off my mobile anew&lt;br /&gt;which I wanted only one to see first and thats you.&lt;br /&gt;But as the fate would have it you were not there&lt;br /&gt;Later I became unimaginably damn busy out here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All digits of ur num in order I wish I could rmmbr&lt;br /&gt;So sometime I can atleast dial those number&lt;br /&gt;And talk to my gal when I am totally down &amp; out&lt;br /&gt;Tired of working too hard. (**Note the time this mail was sent out**)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hope these few collection of words that I penned &lt;br /&gt;for my most dearest &amp; most beautiful girl friend,&lt;br /&gt;is sufficient for you to reply with your number!!&lt;br /&gt;This time I shall memorize &amp; always remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-112954936941359011?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112954936941359011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=112954936941359011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954936941359011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954936941359011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/08/your-contact-number-plz.html' title='Your contact number plz...'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-112954914439604010</id><published>2005-07-09T06:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.524+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; This was again a Sorry mail. This is for un-necessarily taking up name of a friend, who un-wittingly became a victim of chain mail. Her name is &lt;i&gt; Shilpa Rajan, Pune &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly sorry for what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like shooting myself with a gun!&lt;br /&gt;My intention was in no way to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I am now drowned in the sea of high rue!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I did not think before I penned the reply.&lt;br /&gt;May be, I should be thrown in hot oil to fry!&lt;br /&gt;Realized only after I hit the send button.&lt;br /&gt;Now filled with guilt weighing little over a ton.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thought would immediately mail you seperately&lt;br /&gt;but was hoping that you will overlook it simply!&lt;br /&gt;Now having heard/seen the choas I created.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my soul very deflated &amp; badly punctured!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To simply reverse the clock, if I had the power&lt;br /&gt;will promise. Will not repeat the mistake. Never.&lt;br /&gt;Will you forgive this stupid &amp; silly crazy nut(read RP)?&lt;br /&gt;And please give that smile of yours that is very chirpy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-112954914439604010?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112954914439604010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=112954914439604010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954914439604010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954914439604010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry....'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-113040600508947002</id><published>2005-02-14T11:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.984+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; &lt;font color="#660033"&gt; Guess I am becoming a master in Sorry mails. &lt;/font&gt; This was penned down to patch up the biggest hole I made in our relationship. But as the fate would have it the relationship slipped furthur down the big abyss of no-comeback. Guess this angered her so much so that she mis-took my true call for friendship and broke away for ever. Kya kare? Life's like that.... This babes name &lt;i&gt;Aishwarya B, Bangalore &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acquaintances are many, friends are few&lt;br /&gt;But nobody is so special to me as you;&lt;br /&gt;You are very important and the most dearest&lt;br /&gt;Losing a friend like you? I would be stupidest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was given the most supreme power&lt;br /&gt;will definitely reset the time on the clock tower;&lt;br /&gt;Wil rewind to a day behind by week or two,&lt;br /&gt;And never commit the biggest mistake - hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe first time in the history of my whole life&lt;br /&gt;'REGRETTING' I am about the unnecessary strife.&lt;br /&gt;Though I have hurt you beyond words can measure&lt;br /&gt;but 'you &amp; your friendship' is what I treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its long since you gave me even a slight glance,&lt;br /&gt;please dont torture me! Gimme one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;Please do talk to me. Date me. Call me like before&lt;br /&gt;without your sms-es my life have befome a total sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am too selfish and a foolish bore&lt;br /&gt;but please do call me and talk to me as before.&lt;br /&gt;Days we may spend on this Earth are just a few&lt;br /&gt;So plz return by closest ever girl friend - YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-113040600508947002?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/113040600508947002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=113040600508947002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113040600508947002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/113040600508947002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/02/sorry-sorry-sorry.html' title='Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-112954886261282637</id><published>2005-02-02T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>.................................This hurt me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; This is to my then-close friend. We were really really close. In fact, I never been more close to anybody else. But this mail, in which I really intended to help her, actually blew our relationship apart. Till date she never speaks to me. In fact, she loathes me soooooooo much that she would never even wish me a birthday wish. :-( Any ways, I guess, this is the way world goes. The recepient is &lt;i&gt; Aishwarya B, Bangalore. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is very long since we even saw each other&lt;br /&gt;Let alone speak, go on date or move further!&lt;br /&gt;Are these sudden disappearances subtle avoidances?&lt;br /&gt;Or, just heights of inevitable co-incidences?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................Don't know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree I am definitely not the kool &amp; the best dude&lt;br /&gt;but this is what surprises me in you &amp; your attitude;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - with you over the phone 5 hours just flew&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 &amp; Day 3 the same but Day 4 where are you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood extremities are too hot to handle&lt;br /&gt;Trying to understand you I always stumble&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, me not saying you bad&lt;br /&gt;As a close friend, refining mistakes you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to know why I was angry toward you??&lt;br /&gt;Delayed this long enuf to drive the nail inches a few!&lt;br /&gt;I could have told you on that very day but restrained&lt;br /&gt;Bcoz you would not have changed but only deeply pained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship means, to me, caring &amp; sharing everything&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you everything even if you are a queen or a king.&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't tell me your pay hike, which was important&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that you did not find ME that very important???&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...............................................This hurt me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesies are not meant only for acquaintances,&lt;br /&gt;but should be a part of each &amp; every sentences!&lt;br /&gt;But your NO has no courtesy in it what so ever&lt;br /&gt;Remember, lack of it makes even marriages end sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................This hurt me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know very well that one cannot be best to all always&lt;br /&gt;But at least be there. This might favor your case!&lt;br /&gt;Your sudden sullen silence is very much deafening&lt;br /&gt;I would consider this not as busy but same as avoiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................This hurt me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that you are so very impulsive mostly?&lt;br /&gt;This seen in a leader like you will make people flee!!&lt;br /&gt;You tell some things, which does not carry any value&lt;br /&gt;They are just mere words from your mouth it flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................This hurt me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a nice, good, sexy &amp; talented intellect&lt;br /&gt;But the above qualities of you have negative effect.&lt;br /&gt;The above were not penned to hurt the good you&lt;br /&gt;But to remove mistakes repeatedly made by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you reading this am not expecting any response&lt;br /&gt;These were just to make you "A Rose sans Thorns."&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you still planning to continue your silence&lt;br /&gt;It is fine by me. Guess, I can handle your absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK!!! Good Bye.... :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-112954886261282637?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112954886261282637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=112954886261282637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954886261282637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954886261282637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-hurt-me.html' title='.................................This hurt me!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-112954854529336918</id><published>2004-12-08T02:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is RP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; This is to my friends to gf. His name is Sandy. I helped them while I was in my college duing my Masters degree. Kinda good gal. But little of a cry baby. Neways, guess this was the last (mail) contact I had with her. Her name is &lt;i&gt; Suju, Hyderabad. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Long Long ago, there lived a stupid man(read as Sandy)&lt;br /&gt;            Sometime later he came across this gal(read as Suju) &lt;br /&gt;            who was a beauty personified nice woman&lt;br /&gt;            Immediately he wanted to be her close pal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            Well, ofcourse, he indeed did befriend her.&lt;br /&gt;            Dayz turned to weeks, weeks to months&lt;br /&gt;            their bond grew stronger &amp; much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;            Their bond was, so to say, goin great guns.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            But obstacles are unavoidable life's partner&lt;br /&gt;            so as per law of nature they run into troubles&lt;br /&gt;            problems &amp; hurdles that will never last forever&lt;br /&gt;            Most of them will burst like water bubbles.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            Though they knew these still they were worried&lt;br /&gt;            b'coz they were'nt able, to eachother, communicate.&lt;br /&gt;            So both of them cried aloud with head buried&lt;br /&gt;            Hence without fight they resigned to their fate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            Then came this most humble yet smart fool (read as RP)&lt;br /&gt;            who was a good friend of this most stupid man.&lt;br /&gt;            Though fool yet he is very level-headed &amp; cool&lt;br /&gt;            He instiled confidence to his friend &amp; his woman.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            This fool of the very highest &amp; the first order&lt;br /&gt;            helps his friend &amp; his closest better half&lt;br /&gt;            with a nice mobile to chitter and chatter&lt;br /&gt;            made sure that these love birds had a laugh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            Things were again back to square one with love,&lt;br /&gt;            Smile &amp; Joy was again on their countenance.&lt;br /&gt;            But this friend is forgotten like a sacrified cow!!&lt;br /&gt;            Suddenly his presence is seen as a mere menance.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            Well, all is fair in love &amp; war, so goes the famous saying&lt;br /&gt;            Looks like this saying is followed scrupulously - verbatim&lt;br /&gt;            But so optimistic this smart fool is, that he is still praying&lt;br /&gt;            For the beautiful woman &amp; man to catch up with him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            Wait &amp; wait, I shall, for ever &amp; ever, day &amp; night&lt;br /&gt;            Things might change some day for better&lt;br /&gt;            suddenly I might see a light that is so very bright&lt;br /&gt;            which will be, from you, most awaited email or letter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Note: Replace fool with RP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-112954854529336918?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112954854529336918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=112954854529336918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954854529336918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954854529336918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-rp.html' title='This is RP!!!'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-112954824138514839</id><published>2004-11-04T00:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.242+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boo!! Boo!! Weekends?? Dates?? Never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; This is to my senior. He had asked me how is my life at Bangalore. How are my dates &amp; freaking. This receipent is &lt;i&gt; Vineeth NB, Hyderabad &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Boo!! Boo!! Weekends?? Dates?? Never.&lt;br /&gt;    I guess, am destined 2 b bachelor for ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;    Bangalore is doing very great &amp; very fine&lt;br /&gt;    Its just that am not getting any one to line. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    What many dreams I had before I moved here!!&lt;br /&gt;    No gorgeous neighbor or even amidst the peer.&lt;br /&gt;    Have moved from a Sai College to a Sai Company&lt;br /&gt;    Apart from no gals &amp; all boys, there is no penny!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Shit Man!! Guess Madras wud have been better&lt;br /&gt;    Atleast I wud've got somebody for chitter-chatter!&lt;br /&gt;    Ofcourse, come to chennai during Diwali Fest&lt;br /&gt;    Try to meet you &amp; hope for the very very best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12442085-112954824138514839?l=meetrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/feeds/112954824138514839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12442085&amp;postID=112954824138514839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954824138514839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12442085/posts/default/112954824138514839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetrp.blogspot.com/2004/11/boo-boo-weekends-dates-never.html' title='Boo!! Boo!! Weekends?? Dates?? Never.'/><author><name>RP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778277120042297105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BmNz5q5D54s/TRMptXj0C9I/AAAAAAAAKas/6zRJtlwCFfA/S220/IMG_6306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12442085.post-112954791684624648</id><published>2004-10-30T05:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:20:12.179+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh! My! How Can I ever tell everything??</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; This was to my friend &amp; ex-colleague. She was our clock. Alarm, who used to wake us up &amp; take us for regular tea-sessions. This mail was after she quit our company. The receiver is &lt;i&gt; Priya NC, Bangalore. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Oh! My! How Can I ever tell everything??&lt;br /&gt;    Its not possible to narrate all happening!!&lt;br /&gt;    Too Many events and too activities around&lt;br /&gt;    We are always playing &amp; fooling around.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Every friday we no more have just cake&lt;br /&gt;    Along with that we have a lot at stake&lt;br /&gt;    Many Many fun games (or say they are called)&lt;br /&gt;    are played Friday@5PM. You are here missed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Things can not be more boring &amp; bugging than this&lt;br /&gt;    Everyday the only thing
