<?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-961685909419752847</id><updated>2011-08-09T22:41:41.718+05:30</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='fuck'/><category term='beer'/><category term='Defeat'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='earth'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Luck'/><category term='Kid'/><category term='Sathya Sayi Baba'/><category term='Illegal'/><category term='cousin'/><category term='robot'/><category term='Teacher'/><category term='cheap'/><category term='conversion'/><category term='controversy'/><category term='bigdog'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='Women'/><category term='train'/><category term='palestine'/><category term='College'/><category term='favorite'/><category term='Tea'/><category term='pre degree'/><category term='osho'/><category term='parting'/><category term='bachelor'/><category term='email'/><category term='Man'/><category term='History'/><category term='israel'/><category term='malpractice'/><category term='friend'/><category term='2008'/><category term='engagement'/><category term='Foresee'/><category term='Birth'/><category term='Drinking'/><category term='reading'/><category term='racism'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='malayali'/><category term='Ghost'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='God'/><category term='farewell'/><category term='success'/><category term='brother'/><category term='Liger'/><category term='Talent'/><category term='cats'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='lift'/><category term='Smile'/><category term='Accept'/><category term='People'/><category term='Life'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='Mahatma Gandhi'/><category term='Symbol'/><category term='vishu'/><category term='respect'/><category term='Scientist'/><category term='kerala'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Justice'/><category term='Bus'/><category term='Fate'/><category term='Love'/><category term='husband'/><category term='Religions'/><category term='vedio'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Matha Amrithananthamayi'/><category term='Ego'/><category term='expense'/><category term='Accident'/><category term='google'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='elixir'/><category term='Legal'/><category term='Humans'/><category term='animals'/><category term='value'/><category term='onam'/><category term='Revenge'/><category term='strike'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='New year wishes'/><category term='songs'/><category term='elevator'/><category term='Kiss'/><category term='Reincarnation'/><category term='principal'/><category term='pinhole glasses'/><category term='beach'/><category term='develop'/><category term='90/10 principle'/><category term='Alien'/><category term='pulikali'/><category term='snake'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Punishment'/><category term='military'/><category term='White'/><category term='pinhole eyeglasses'/><category term='Students'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Chimpanzee'/><category term='Night'/><category term='Innocence'/><category term='charity'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='girl'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='Like'/><category term='Teachers'/><category term='Human God'/><category term='Abhinav Bindra'/><category term='India'/><category term='School'/><category term='medical profession'/><category term='Father'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='UN'/><category term='telepathy'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Black'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='booze'/><category term='Lie'/><category term='principles'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='wife'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='predict'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='award'/><category term='Poverty'/><category term='Positive thinking'/><category term='Sri Sri Ravishankar'/><category term='frienship'/><category term='Children'/><category term='mahabali'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='virus'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='African'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Pray'/><category term='Orkut'/><category term='Vehicles'/><category term='lady'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>So What'Ya think?</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is all about my views on various topics, my personal experiences, campus life, school life and almost everything I can think of. You all are invited to read this blog and be my guest. So, what do you think of this? Please feel free to drop your comments!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-4607182639440091328</id><published>2010-01-01T21:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:36:08.791+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New year wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Hello all, wishing you a Happy New Year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-4607182639440091328?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/4607182639440091328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4607182639440091328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4607182639440091328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2850036765146159130</id><published>2009-11-09T17:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:29:48.928+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Girls? Noooooooo!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've been to blogging. As you might know I've been pretty busy :P. Now that I've got some time to breathe, I thought about coming back to my usual self. Hope you all are doing well and good.&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, again I'm coming up with a personal post. Hope you'll like it. so, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SubxSL6RJVI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WSmSCSRBw_o/s1600-h/images+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SubxSL6RJVI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WSmSCSRBw_o/s200/images+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had problem talking with girls. To be precise, I was scared. Didn't know why. I spent my boyhood in a school where boys and girls had separate buildings. We were not supposed to cross the invisible boundary between the both. I got punished a few times when I trespassed while playing. And naturally, these led to the thought that girls are some kind of strange creatures. Think about girls in UFOs. Though we frequently followed their UFOs covertly :P, we never did that in a straight manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how to talk, what to talk to girls, though like every guy, I too wanted to talk :P. I forgot they are also humans. I still remember, when I was put into a team, during my 11th standard physics lab, which had one girl and 3 boys including me. The girl was gorgeous. All the guys, who were not in our team were envious about us. The two guys with me were competing with each other to talk to her, to help her etc etc, where as, I was relieved, so that I don't have to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked very few when she was around and concentrated too much on the lab experiments that no experiments actually worked :). I&amp;nbsp;used&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;keep&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;maximum&amp;nbsp;possible&amp;nbsp;distance&amp;nbsp;between&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;kept&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;mental&amp;nbsp;apparatus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;which&amp;nbsp;raised&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;alarm&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;distance&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;reduced. I never started any form of conversation with her. The problem is, she always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I was not very good in studies at that time, I was not bad either. As said earlier, this team was formed to do experiments in our physics lab. God! I cannot forget those horrible moments when she came to me to ask doubts about experiments 'N every guy in the room was staring at me with their mouth open. I will get so nervous that, once I gave her my whole lab report when she asked about just a particular value. She told me to wait for a few minutes so that she can copy certain other results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm! you know what I did? I told her to give it to one of our teammates and I escaped from there. LOL. All those seems so funny now. Anyway, this problem continued for a few more years, but then I decided I need to change and I tell you what? I had very trying time to get rid of this. But, as the quote &lt;i&gt;slow 'N steady wins the race&lt;/i&gt; says, &amp;nbsp;somehow I became normal 'N now I have some of my best friends whom are girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry if I missed any tags. I know a few of you have tagged me in these days of my disappearance. please forgive me since I lost who-tagged-when notes :P&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/961685909419752847-2850036765146159130?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2850036765146159130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-noooooooo.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2850036765146159130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2850036765146159130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-noooooooo.html' title='Girls? Noooooooo!!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SubxSL6RJVI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WSmSCSRBw_o/s72-c/images+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-4151936124565297244</id><published>2009-10-20T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:10:38.578+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinhole eyeglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinhole glasses'/><title type='text'>pinhole glasses review</title><content type='html'>I had received a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com/"&gt;pinhole glasses&lt;/a&gt;(shown below) and I would like to share a few words about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/Sr9k3WouVNI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KfEBV4cvYHY/s1600-h/PINHOLE-GLASSES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/Sr9k3WouVNI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KfEBV4cvYHY/s320/PINHOLE-GLASSES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386134581490373842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First of all, its not something I had ever come across before, but they are being marketed as an affordable alternative to prescription eyeglasses. At $14.99 a pair, they are certainly affordable.&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;a href="http://www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com/"&gt;pinhole glasses&lt;/a&gt; website&lt;br /&gt;Pinhole glasses are&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Completely Natural &lt;br /&gt;Scientific &lt;br /&gt;Really Effective &lt;br /&gt;Durable &amp; &lt;br /&gt;Affordable &lt;br /&gt;alternatives to prescription eyeglasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to mention something here. Though &lt;a href="http://www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com/"&gt;they &lt;/a&gt;claim, it’s scientific, I’ve done a bit of research myself and couldn’t find any valid proof for this statement. So, I would recommend you to find it out yourself about the validity of this statement.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve used it myself for a few days and my comments are given below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com/"&gt;pinhole eye-glasses&lt;/a&gt; are light-weight, made of good quality plastic(I think so :P). I have found it good to wear while using computers, while very difficult to use in dim lighting. And if you wear this outside you will get some what-is-this kinda stare from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to mention one more thing, I have not used it for quite long, so don’t know the long-term effects, if any. One of my friends has used it and told it’s very difficult to use and he had some vision problem. &lt;br /&gt;So, the bottom line is, technologies and ideas are popping up every day. If you want to try this out yourself, may be this will work for you and you may be relieved from the prescription glasses after using this for sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-4151936124565297244?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com/' title='pinhole glasses review'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/4151936124565297244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/10/pinhole-glasses-review.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4151936124565297244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4151936124565297244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/10/pinhole-glasses-review.html' title='pinhole glasses review'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/Sr9k3WouVNI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KfEBV4cvYHY/s72-c/PINHOLE-GLASSES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1205473065391227852</id><published>2009-08-07T19:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:57:33.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The making of a Husband!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally, guys, on Aug 17, 2009 at 11:30AM(that's tomorrow), I am becoming a husband. Yuppiee! that's my marriage date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, this is my first post after my engagement post. But, what to do, it's very difficult to manage all these, eh? Hopefully, after marriage, my wife might help me with blogs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, though I didn't comment, I used to visit most of your blogs. Hemanth also got married. All the best wishes for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm. So, now a days, guys are overtaking girls when it comes to marriage. Guys, getting married early and girls pretty late. you might not agree. But, this overtaking is one of the comments that I got from my lady-teammates here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; well, i cannot imagine myself becoming a husband. I know, it's too late not to imagine that way.&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a husband means lot of responsibility, new priorities and what not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, last but not the least, i cannot conclude my post without mentioning the post PJ had put up for hemanth and I. Such a cute and caring friend. Thank you PJ for that wonderful post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to get back in blogging soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1205473065391227852?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1205473065391227852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/08/making-of-husband.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1205473065391227852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1205473065391227852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/08/making-of-husband.html' title='The making of a Husband!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-3558634545036317343</id><published>2009-05-02T04:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:32:01.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachelor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>A Big Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys.... I have a very big event coming up..... Yes! my bacherlorhood is coming to an end. I am getting engaged to Divya. Yup! that's my girl's name. Marriage is not fixed yet. But, my engagement is fixed on May 7. Yuppieee! the coming Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally, I think I am getting a chance to enjoy a life completely filled with colors. Suddenly everything has got a new meaning. Certain songs you start liking more, certain movies you start liking more, certain things you start liking more.. what else those who have ever fall in love knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a few words about my fiancee. She is working as a lecturer in an engineering college, here itself and almost about my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was an arranged marriage. Everything happened so quickly within the last three weeks. So guys.... what to say..... :)  Say something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-3558634545036317343?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/3558634545036317343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-surprise.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3558634545036317343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3558634545036317343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-surprise.html' title='A Big Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-4920802995159101139</id><published>2009-04-19T05:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:17:00.883+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kerala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vishu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Vishu, Elections, Awards and ......ahem, nothing :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's an update on what was going on on my side.  I guess, it's going to be a long post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, after a long time, I got some time off 'coz of holidays. One because of Vishu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SeoKN0E5dbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/gtnbG0YK1zA/s320/vishu" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 128px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326080741752796594" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vishu is keralite's new year. It is believed that whatever you see the first time in the morningon Vishu day determines the rest of the year. It's called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kani&lt;/span&gt;. So, if you see good things, it is believed the rest of the year would be great and viceversa, if otherwise. Nice belief, isn't it? Normally, what people do is, they set up everything for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kani&lt;/span&gt; on the previous day itself so that the first thing that they see will be the prepared &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kani&lt;/span&gt; and not some unexpected unfortunate sight, like a dead cockroach, may be :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kani&lt;/span&gt; includes, an idol or picture of Krishna, a lighted lamp, fruits, vegetables and a particular flower, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kani konna&lt;/span&gt;, which we will get only during the Vishu season. These fruits, vegetables, flowers are supposed to indicate prosperity. So, if you see Sri krishna and the flowers, fruits etc as your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kani&lt;/span&gt;, then it is belived nothing can be a better way to welcome the new year and the year will be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents wake up early closing their eyes and slowly move in the darkness searching for the room where this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kani &lt;/span&gt;is set up and will open their eyes only when the place is reached. Then they will wake up their kids, 'N cover their eyes with their hands and will lead them to the room to see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kani&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next process is giving &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayneetam&lt;/span&gt;, which means you'll have to give something to other people. It is similar to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sakkat &lt;/span&gt;in Islam. Normally, money will be given as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayneetam&lt;/span&gt;. Kids will get money from their parents, relatives, grandparents etc and they are free to spent it, not much ofcourse. In the old days, land lords used to give clothes, food and other things as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kani &lt;/span&gt;to farmers who worked on their lands. I remember the time, waking up and running around the near by houses with our gang to collect money. After that, a good feast will be prepared for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a nice experience which I would like to share. This happened when I was around 7 or 8. One of our parents' friend was staying near our house. We used to call him Uncle and was really close to him. Or it would be better to say he was good with kids. He always did whatever we asked him. Once he bought a new car and went to see his relatives and came back a bit late, really tired. Seeing his new car, we ran around him asking to take as around in it. Our parents scolded us for pestering him and told us to leave, but he took all of us in his car and drove us around for a while. What a nice person he was. After marriage, he got transferred to some place really far from here and we lost contact with him. I have never seen him after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to the story, once we went to get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayneetam &lt;/span&gt;from him. We used to get coins from everyone as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayneetam&lt;/span&gt;. But, that day something else happened. He gave a stack of rupees with a coin on the top, for each of us. We were surprised at the amount of money that was given to us. God! I thought, I was the richest person in this world. We took it all and ran back to show our parents "See how much uncle gave us?" No need to say, my parents were in a laughing fit and taught us the whole story of how it works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, the way of giving &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayneetam &lt;/span&gt;is quite different. A number of 10Rupee or 100Rupee notes will be stacked and a coin will be placed on the top. You are supposed to take only the coin. Well, that was the process. But, what people usually did was giving the coins directly, rather than taking the pain to arrange the notes and putting a coin on top. So, we were new to this. This uncle saw us coming for kayneetam. He prepared the kayneetam for each of us neatly and gave us. Instead of taking just the coin, we took all of his money, I guess :). He might have shocked to see all his salary going to a bunch of brats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we got ashamed when we heard the story and went back to give the money. But, he won't take it. He said once &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayneetam &lt;/span&gt;is given it should not be accepted back. So, I don't know what exactly happened. I guess, my parents might have given him the money back as a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayneetam &lt;/span&gt;to him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vishu &lt;/span&gt;story. No need to say, this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vishu i&lt;/span&gt;s nothing special now. Everything's only for kids, right? No &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayneetam &lt;/span&gt;now, no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kani &lt;/span&gt;now. I have lost belief in such things long time ago. So, it was like a normal day. But still memories are there to cherish. As someone had once said..."the good old days".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loksabha &lt;/span&gt;elections had happened here last Thursday. So, that day was also a holiday. I went to cast my vote. I am not that political, but I think we need to exercise our vote, not that it matters much. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sashi Tharoor&lt;/span&gt; was one of the candidate here. You might know him, he was the former UN under secretary general. The main competition is between UDF and LDF. Not going into detailed analysis of polling. I know you might get bored, if you haven't already :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long time. I got two awards from two of my dearest friends -&lt;a href="http://allabtpj.blogspot.com/"&gt;PJ&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ssaranyas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saranya&lt;/a&gt; . Thank you very much. Oops! forgot to mention the awards. One was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honest crap&lt;/span&gt;, sorry, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honest scrap&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saranya&lt;/span&gt; and the other was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excellent&lt;/span&gt; award by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week ahead friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-4920802995159101139?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/4920802995159101139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/04/vishu-elections-awards-and-ahem-nothing.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4920802995159101139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4920802995159101139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/04/vishu-elections-awards-and-ahem-nothing.html' title='Vishu, Elections, Awards and ......ahem, nothing :)'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SeoKN0E5dbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/gtnbG0YK1zA/s72-c/vishu' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-3110282955099679644</id><published>2009-04-05T15:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:19:47.568+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Saranya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/Sdh-pu76rwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/At8OijFEgrk/s1600-h/back"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/Sdh-pu76rwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/At8OijFEgrk/s320/back" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321142215177318146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://ssaranyas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saranya&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks dear.  She tagged me a long time back. I happened to see it only today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the tag rule:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about YOU. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, 25 random things about me is something, isn't it? I need to do a self-study about me. So, here comes the report:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I dream a lot. I mean day dreaming. A habit that got in to me due to my lonely travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I can be alone for very long time and never get bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I am not addicted to anything. Of course, I have likes and dislikes, but if I don't get something, I don't get disappointed, I can live with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I am frank. I don't know sugar-coated talking, which I need to learn and I'm telling you, I'm slowly learning it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I always have an opinion about things which I know and I'm sure about and I always stand by it, no matter what. 'N I never give opinions about things that I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I love teaching, especially when my friends come to me for help. No matter how long it takes, I love to solve their technical queries, if I know. Otherwise, I'll somehow, search and find the solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I can get attached to people quickly because of their good behaviour and I can hate people quickly because of their bad behaviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) No matter what others say about a person, I always form a personal opinion about a person myself. Just because someone says, someone is bad, I never agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I will be talkative with a talkative person and reserved with a reserved person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) I hate bossy people more than anything. I can never be with someone who always tries to dominate you, no matter who he/she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) I tend to forgive people easily, even if I don't want. I can't stand when people beg for forgiveness, even if they tried to kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) I am not that fond of any particular food/drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) I love to read a lot and to watch movies. My hard disk is almost always full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) Shopping is one of the rarest things that I do. Yup! That is right. If you ask me, when was the last time I did shopping, I have to think a lot to answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) I start a lot of things with great interest, but leave it in half way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) Sometimes, I get lost in my own world, not knowing what's happening in the surroundings. A few times, while I was in bus, I missed my stop and have to get down at some place and catch another bus to get back. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) I always tend to give importance to other things when it comes to food. I rarely eat on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) I hate waking up early and will never do it if there is any excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19) I don't have a single favourite hero, heroine or anything of that sorts. I realized that each and everyone of us has talents that is waiting to be uncovered and no one is perfect. So, why worship someone if you don't worship yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) I have never gotten into a serious fight with anyone till now, which I think was cool. Atleast, I have all my teeth, nose and eyes at the right place. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21) I had the luck/unluck to be both on the top of the world and right at the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22) I am satisfied with my life till now. I am happy for who I am, what I am and how I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23) I could argue with anyone non-stop as long as the the otherone is saying something which makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24) I have never fallen in love. I guess, this is the only thing, that I missed in my campus life. No regrets, though. It is better to be a virgin both mentally and physically before you marry, right? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25) I am cautious when talking to strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that completes it. I'll try to come up with a trademark Aneesh post soon :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not around here 'coz of work load. Will try to be more frequent. Keep rocking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-3110282955099679644?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/3110282955099679644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-saranya.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3110282955099679644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3110282955099679644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-saranya.html' title='Tagged by Saranya'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/Sdh-pu76rwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/At8OijFEgrk/s72-c/back' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6902802939861500695</id><published>2009-02-26T10:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:42:07.901+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><title type='text'>Just For Fun!!</title><content type='html'>My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.&lt;br /&gt;She asked, 'What's on TV?'&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'Dust.'&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;' I bought her a weighing scale.&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive...&lt;br /&gt;So, I took her to a gas station..&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and my wife kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my wife, 'Do you know him?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' She sighed, 'He's my old boyfriend. I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many yearsago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since.'&lt;br /&gt;'My God!' I said to my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?' And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"&lt;br /&gt;"Naaah, she can order for herself."&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Woman is standing &amp;amp; looking in the bedroom mirror. She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.' The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started..... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95. Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?” It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation."Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.&lt;br /&gt;So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"&lt;br /&gt;And that's when the fight started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed..But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first:the truck, the car, e-mail, fishing, always something more important to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a few minutes. When I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. 'When you finish cutting the grass,' I said, 'you might as well sweep the driveway.'&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6902802939861500695?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6902802939861500695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-fun.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6902802939861500695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6902802939861500695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-fun.html' title='Just For Fun!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6019584132632619450</id><published>2009-02-23T10:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:59:01.205+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Hey buddies</title><content type='html'>Hi friends.. Hope all are doing great. Sorry! Couldn't wish any one valentine's day wishes. Had a pretty hectic time. By the way things go, I guess it will continue..&lt;div&gt;Anyway, will try to catch up with you all soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6019584132632619450?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6019584132632619450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-buddies.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6019584132632619450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6019584132632619450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-buddies.html' title='Hey buddies'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1006451566865262009</id><published>2009-01-20T10:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:02:38.402+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='israel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palestine'/><title type='text'>Palestine or Israel?</title><content type='html'>Another cease fire. And Israel is withdrawing from Palestine. Is this the end? Well, all around the world people are blaming Israel for attacking Palestine and killing 1000+ innocent people. Well, I would like to ask "who started it?". There was cease fire before and everything was going well until when the idiots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hamas&lt;/span&gt; started sending rockets into Israel. I guess, that was a bait and Israel had taken it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, ever thought about what would have happened if ceasefire had continued for a long time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hamas&lt;/span&gt; would have lost its influence among its own people and people would have liked peace than something else. Seeing this, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hamas&lt;/span&gt; are prudent enough to disrupt peace once in a while and at all times Israel have taken the bait. Though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hamas&lt;/span&gt; was the one who started it and thus to blame, now all fingers are pointing at Israel for their brutal attack. I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan was doing the same thing to India for so many years, but India never went attacking Pakistan and look where we've reached. Finally, everyone is agreeing Pakistan is supporting terrorism. As far as India is concerned, it is a big victory to get the support of the International community than to attack Pakistan, kill a few hundred and show off the courage and power.Who gains what from it?&lt;br /&gt;Israel seems to have a different point of view, they don't care a damn about International pressure or what other countries think. There policy has changed from an eye for an eye to 2 lives for an eye.It is confusing as to what is right, to keep mum and suffer all what the terrorists do as India is doing or to give them more than they need as Israel is doing. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1006451566865262009?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1006451566865262009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/01/palestine-or-israel.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1006451566865262009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1006451566865262009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/01/palestine-or-israel.html' title='Palestine or Israel?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8333599586698295050</id><published>2009-01-08T11:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:43:00.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged on 09!!</title><content type='html'>First Tag on 2009 by &lt;a href="http://anwesananda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anwesa&lt;/a&gt;. So, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)What is your occupation?&lt;br /&gt;Software Engineer cum blogger cum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)What colour are your socks now?&lt;br /&gt;Dark Grey. Does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;The sound of CPU fan... typing sounds.. laughters...talks...a typical work atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Can you drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, though I'm not an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Last person you spoke to on phone?&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. let me think...(checking dialed numbers).. Yah got it..it was my cousin. Sorry! Poor memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Do you like the person who sent you this?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)How old are you today?&lt;br /&gt;Today? Huh! Today I feel like a 60yr old person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)What is your favourite sport to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Football(soccer)... 'N I do like ladies' tennis :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)What are your favourite drinks?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! drinks? Let's not say any names. All drinks are my favourite. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Have you ever dyed your hair ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;Again? Anything that's tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;Heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Favourite day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;All holidays are my favourite and all the days in which I'm feeling great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)How do you vent out your anger?&lt;br /&gt;Ermmm! It's long time since I had anger. I have an extraordinary ability to forgive and keep silent. But, how do I vent my anger? that's by staying alone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Favourite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Favourite toy? Almost everything from stones to toy planes had been my favourite. To choose one is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Favourite season?&lt;br /&gt;I like all seasons.. No partiality towards any season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Do you want your friends to email you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want them to email me, but if they want I don't have problem receiving it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's about 3 yrs back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)What is on the floor of your closet?&lt;br /&gt;Clothes, Cd's, belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Who is the friend you have had the longest?&lt;br /&gt;My childhood friend and we are still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Last night? Apart from sleeping, computer games, eating.. oh yah, I don't know what happened, yesterday we had lot of things to eat and I ate almost all :) and of course certain things that I don't want to tell here :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)What are you most afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't know. Sometimes I am afraid of everything and everyone and sometimes I feel I'm the bravest in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)Plain,cheese or spicy hamburger?&lt;br /&gt;Why this partiality? I don't have problem choosing all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Favourite dog breed ?&lt;br /&gt;I am not fond of any particular breed. If you ask human breed? How about Aneesh+Anna kournikova? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)Favorite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;I used to like all day.. But, now I like week-end days the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)Diamond or pearl?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)What is your wish for this new year?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I stopped wishing long time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)New year resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I stopped resolutions long time back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8333599586698295050?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8333599586698295050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-on-09.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8333599586698295050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8333599586698295050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-on-09.html' title='Tagged on 09!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6699027647627283126</id><published>2009-01-06T15:25:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:00:07.657+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expense'/><title type='text'>Marriage and Expense!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SWMyk69-RRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/e0saQnzK5Us/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288125997348963602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SWMyk69-RRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/e0saQnzK5Us/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently came across a talk show which was about Marriage. No, its not the typical marriage stuff. But about marriage expense. They mentioned that after marriage the bride's parents' will become poor, all that left will be debts, debts and more debts. 'N what worse? no way to pay it back.The reason they mention is, 'coz the rich people are creating a culture of conducting marriage in such a way that the common and poor people are forced to follow them. They are forced to think.. if they are conducting marriage in such fashion, we should at least do somewhat similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, all the audience suddenly said they are against dowry, gold, hi-fi auditoriums, treats, any unnecessary expense etc. What they say is marriage should be personal and only the closest relatives need to attend the function and can thus reduce the expense of marriage. If everyone follows this and make it a standard, this problem can be avoided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, my question is.. isn't marriage a personal thing. If rich people buy luxury cars, why do common people go for cars or two-wheelers?. Who created such culture? My personal opinion is that just 'coz someone's doing something, don't follow it. If you have the ability to do something, do it. Anyway, who is forcing it? No one, but us. Another interesting argument is to let the people who spent the money spent it. It's 'coz of people like them, that we have lot of job opportunities. We have event coordinators, marriage coordinators, tour coordinators and things like that. So, if everyone is earning money and if they keep it to themselves, new job opportunities won't be created, right? Sowhatyathink about this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6699027647627283126?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6699027647627283126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/01/marriage-and-expense.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6699027647627283126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6699027647627283126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/01/marriage-and-expense.html' title='Marriage and Expense!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SWMyk69-RRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/e0saQnzK5Us/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-197821292028062022</id><published>2009-01-04T04:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:00:00.368+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Is first impression the best impression?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SV4fVreOOoI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CranzELg8qc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SV4fVreOOoI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CranzELg8qc/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286697469886741122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all might have heard the saying "First impression is the best impression". Well, I would like to share an interesting experience in my life. When I was doing my degree course, I was the worst in my class :P Very few teachers liked me. And there was one teacher who never liked me, always showed partiality towards me, because of stubbornness and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i-don't-care&lt;/span&gt; attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no need to say she hated me. Once she gave an assignment to the whole class. I was on leave that day and when everyone submitted the assignment the very next day, I requested her to postpone the date for me. She told me to write it on lunch time and submit it, otherwise, I'll lose my internals. One of my classmates came after a few minutes while I was wondering how I'm going to write it since everyone had submitted it. He requested her to postpone the date for him and bingo... she said OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that was partiality. I had to write '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she didn't like me and she thought that my leave for the day was not genuine. who is she to check whether the leave was genuine or not? Anyway, what she really wanted was that I will go and say sorry for the leave and will beg her to postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? She didn't know me. I was never going to do that, even if she fails me in the exams, there is no stopping me when I am determined to do something. Since everyone submitted the assignment I won't get any help. 'N she knew it. So, I had to do something, right? I stole one of the assignments from the staff room, pretending to ask for something and wrote the whole damn assignment, which was more than 15 pages, during the lunch time and submitted it. She was furious and it was on her face, but didn't know what to do and she didn't have the least idea, how I submitted it within time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, when she threatens the whole class with internals and marks and other stuff, everyone get scared, but not me and that was her problem. Everyone showed a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;help-me-please&lt;/span&gt;  and respectful face whenever talking to her. Where as I kept a smile whenever talking to anyone and she thought I am smiling to insult her. Well, that isn't my problem, is it? 'N I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything turned upside down when she announced the internal marks in the class.&lt;br /&gt;The total internal marks is 25. And all got marks in the range 18-24. The best got 24 where as the worst excluding me got 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what was my mark? Any guess???&lt;br /&gt;Six. Yup! That's right.. That's what she gave me. 'N when I had more than enough internals for all the other papers, for her subject I had six. Great, the next worst student had 3 times my internals. You can imagine how disgraced I was, when she announced my marks in front of the whole class with a silly smile. 'N she told me I was the worst student and I should try something to pass the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it wasn't my fault. I was studying in another college for the first 4 months in the semester and I asked for a transfer to get to this college '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it was much near to my place. So, by the time I reached here, everyone had done everything where as all my assignments that I submitted in my previous college is not valid. I didn't know that. Only after getting this mark, do I knew it. Well, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;might've&lt;/span&gt; expected me to go to the staff room and beg in front of her to get more marks, as that was common among the studious students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my thoughts were different, I made up my mind that I, never in my life, will go to her for any help and that I will make her say I'm one among the best one day. 'N from that day onwards, I concentrated more on her subject than on her class, though her attitude towards me didn't get better. But because of my obstinacy, I got better in her subject and you won't believe what she said about me in our last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got better in her subject and finally she had to agree with my fearless attitude towards teachers '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she understood that I behaved the same way to everyone and not just to her. And on one day, to the whole class, she mentioned that you all are going backwards in your studies, except one person in this class who have improved so much. And he should be mentioned for his efforts in studies; that person is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aneesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you could feel how I felt. I'm not sure what I felt that time. Revenge? Happiness? embarrassment?. But I still remember what I did when she told this. I pulled up my collar 3 times. And I should mention that I am the only guy who had dared to show such expressions in her class. Though she was shocked to see this, she suddenly laughed and said "Yes, you can show off now, but you need to keep up your performance" and the whole class burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just my character to behave like that, not disrespecting anyone, of course and I'm still like that :D. Well, if anyone ever asked her what was her first impression about me, obviously you should know what her answer might me and if anyone had asked her what was her last impression about me, obviously you should know that answer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess, last impression was better than the first impression, at least in my case! I had not just one experience, a thousand, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; not many people like my character in the very first day itself.  'N in certain cases, people prefer to like my first impression than the last. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'N a lot many,especially my friends, like my character in the first day itself, that's worth another story :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-197821292028062022?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/197821292028062022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-first-impression-best-impression.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/197821292028062022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/197821292028062022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-first-impression-best-impression.html' title='Is first impression the best impression?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SV4fVreOOoI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CranzELg8qc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2507935711425132503</id><published>2009-01-02T13:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:16:20.181+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New year wishes'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SV-WU_THNOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/fWur614Ekso/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SV-WU_THNOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/fWur614Ekso/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287109774889399522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us welcome 2009 with all our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing you all a happy new year 2009. May the new year brings you what you dream and have a rocking new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's time to put aside the past and start afresh. So, don't let anything happened to you on the last year affect you. Past is past and gone is gone. Time won't come back and what's done is done. Those are irreversible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I started off new year by celebrating it in a beach here with my friends. It was superb! Lot of people, with fireworks, parties, games... The return trip to home was awesome. We were racing through the road, formed a group of bikers, all of a sudden, without knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and yelling at each other "New year wishes" Shouting at anyone on the road including the police. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;!! That was just awesome buddies!!!!Rash driving at its best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be optimistic, freak out, go crazy once in a while and keep rocking........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-2507935711425132503?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2507935711425132503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-2009.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2507935711425132503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2507935711425132503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SV-WU_THNOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/fWur614Ekso/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-407941878124106862</id><published>2008-12-31T04:00:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:00:00.986+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Farewell 2008!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SVdM_DUlZVI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WREWxwWYWaw/s1600-h/farweelljpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284777333849679186" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 120px; height: 114px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SVdM_DUlZVI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WREWxwWYWaw/s320/farweelljpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Farewells and goodbyes to someone/something is one of the most difficult part in life especially when that someone/something is so dear to us and we may never meet them again, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is another eventful year passing by. 2008.... I cannot say it was a wonderful year for me. But, at the same time it wasn't boring. It was just a typical reflection of life. A lot of bad, a lot more good; a lot of sorrows, a lot more fun; a lot of colleagues, a lot more friends; a lot of games, a lot more work; a lot of isolation, a lot more parties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 is another special year for me. I got in touch with you great people. Started a new blog, got some visitors and they still keep in touch. Certainly, you were the ones that inspired me to continue blogging. A big thanks to you all out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SVnxAXBoYkI/AAAAAAAAAyI/x8B9wDqnJh4/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 516px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SVnxAXBoYkI/AAAAAAAAAyI/x8B9wDqnJh4/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285520626179138114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it is on 2008 that I started receiving readers and feedback. I would like to say a few words about my blogger buddies. Going in alphabetical order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;An alien earthling&lt;/em&gt; - Here's one guy, who had made his blog his response to the injustice in this world. Lot of awful things happening in this world was mentioned by him, some of which were really shocking. Yes, reality is always shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anwesa&lt;/em&gt; - The girl whose phrase always inspired me to write more. She is the only one who said 'First rate entertainer in blogger'. Don't know whether it's right. But who cares?. Anyway, a talented girl, now expanding her talent in poems, stories and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Divkiran&lt;/em&gt; - Divkiran is one of my favourite leg pulling target. She used to mention "you pulling my leg" a lot of times. I guess, she's still around here, though not as frequent as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hemanth&lt;/em&gt; - I call him HP. A nice buddy who never argues, I guess. Always trying hard to patch up things. He gets sad if someone stares at him and he gets glad when someone winks at him and his blog is like an open book of himself, expressing his feelings, some his dreams though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joiedevivre&lt;/em&gt; - Another early reader of my blog. No need to say much about her. She started with poems about 10 to 20 lines and now reached where she writes poems that are about 2 to 5 lines. But, still expressing the meaning in very few lines. One of the very first poets that I have noticed in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keshi&lt;/em&gt; - The very first word that comes into my mind when I think about her is sensitive. I still remember the heated arguments with her :). It is not a secret that we both disagree frequently and when we do, the neighbours need to shut their ears:). Now recently she was thinking about quitting blog and I am happy she is back. Once in a while, I need someone to argue and she has such a talent in writing. Whether it's a social cause or a personal matter, whether it's fun or serious, she has the ability to express it in words in a beautiful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;lukkydivz&lt;/em&gt; - It seems like she has almost left the blogging world. May be she'll change her mind 'coz we all are certainly going to miss another poet cum story writer cum this cum that cum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;PJ&lt;/em&gt; - The one and only buddy who have never missed to comment on any of my posts so far. We both are keeping a strange bond in this. I too, have never failed to comment on any of her posts so far. I am one of the very first commentator in her blog and she is one of the very first commentator in my blog. I know her from the time when she was Shobna and she know me from the time I posted about Harry potter in my Book Reviews. It is strange that we started out our friendship in an argument about movie stars, though we rarely argued later :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prajyot&lt;/em&gt; - This is a techie guy coming up with some awesome reviews on various gadgets and other tech stuff. Hats off to this guy for putting such effort in creating such posts. Being a techie myself, I know how its like.. always keeping updated and to share that information is something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raka/Phoenix&lt;/em&gt; - She was also one of the bloggers that I was struggling to keep up 'coz of the frequency in blogging. Her blog is also a mixture of a variety of things including personal and other stuff. She had made a good initiative in creating a group blog, but due to some reasons cannot keep up... well I guess everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saranya&lt;/em&gt; - Another bumble bee(that's borrowed from her own post), similar to Tara. I've teased her a lot, but she has taken it in the right spirit. Another thing that differentiate her is, I guess, she is the only medico among my blogger buddies. Isn't that special? May be in a few years time, we can get free treatments from her blog... online treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sameera&lt;/em&gt; - Here is another talented poet in blogger. Her poems have a wide variety; each unique and when it comes to expressing sadness she is at her best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solitaire&lt;/em&gt; - Sol's blog was one among the first blogs that I have commented. I was just browsing through the various blogs and accidentally come into this blog and found it really interesting. It was like a market place where anyone can say anything and the topics were also really interesting. It is here that I have met keshi. No idea what happened to Sol, may be she's busy with her PhD and I hope blogging is in her list of New year resolution, if she has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tara&lt;/em&gt; - One of the few gals who never got upset with my comments :). Sounds weird?. But, its true. People post lot of topics in their blogs, some sentimental, some funny, some serious and some confusing. So, certain times I'll comment on posts with a bit of fun and if the mood of the author is not right, he/she might get upset with me. Here is one such girl who have taken it in the right spirit and some of her posts had that nostalgic feelings which will bring a smile and tear at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vishesh&lt;/em&gt; - This guys seems to have no control in his posts. Just kidding. The way in which he creates poems is just incredible. Some of his poems are a mile long and the time and effort he puts is commendable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yamini&lt;/em&gt; - One of my latest blog pals. She is like a Concorde plane. I have tried to keep up with her posts, but miserably failed :). She posts everyday and&lt;br /&gt;that too on various topics and that too in poems. I wonder whether I'll be able to write more than 10 poems in my entire life and here she is writing daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't mentioned everyone, I have written about a few people whom I can write something or know something. And special mention to &lt;em&gt;Arun, AJ, Ceedy, Cutepooja, Ishqia, Lena, Mirror Image, Nikita, Neeharika, Riya, the armyguy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are just my views about you. That doesn't define you. I guess you know that. I've been careful enough not to include any hurting funny remarks(if any). But, if anything is still there, please forgive me. I know, you might be a entirely different person in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being said that, now I would like to move on to certain other glances in 2008. I don't want to drag anything on to the next year. I have argued/disagreed with a lot of people out there. It was about their ideas. And the argument ends with the post. I don't take it personal and you might have noticed that I have never put up any such posts in my blog, not that I can't. That doesn't mean everyone should do that. It's your blog and you can post whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet another thing that I have noticed is the yelling thing. Whenever someone simply disagrees its better to sort out the differences or to understand the argument. Some believes that by yelling and saying swear words, they get dominance in an argument, which is just a pretense. And some just argue for the sake of argument. Disagreeing and arguing is a way of learning new ideas and views from others, if you are ready to learn. But, if you are out there to show off&lt;br /&gt;your knowledge or the 'Know-It-All' attitude, then you learn nothing and you contain yourself in a comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like the frog in a well, which thinks it's the king of the world since it thinks the well is the world and it is only living thing inside the well. If you meet someone outside the well, you will certainly disagree 'coz what you've understood till that time was wrong. If ever you understand that you are wrong, accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above mentioned facts are not directed towards anyone specifically, but all in general, including me. So, if you come among it, better change it. 'N if I come among it, I need to change it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I would like to mention is about the terrorist attacks in Mumbai. When almost all come up with a post on the terrorist attacks, I kept silence. Well, I too wanted to write something, but I wasn't feeling well and now its too late to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemanth's and PJ's audio posts, I guess, needs to be mentioned here. At least I was able to know how they sound, not that it matter, but coming up with new innovations like this is what makes the blogville interesting. Hats off to you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group blog going good and then all of a sudden, shattering into pieces is one of the worst that has happened to blogville this year and of course the farewells of certain dear blog pals too. 'N a few are on the verge of saying good byes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here goes my last post for the year 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye Bye 2008!! I'm certainly gonna miss you........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ever one invents a time  machine, I'll certainly see you again. Until then Good bye!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-407941878124106862?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/407941878124106862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-2008.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/407941878124106862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/407941878124106862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-2008.html' title='Farewell 2008!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SVdM_DUlZVI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WREWxwWYWaw/s72-c/farweelljpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5388014717037246819</id><published>2008-12-29T18:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:27:01.016+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://allabtpj.blogspot.com/"&gt;PJ&lt;/a&gt; tagged me on this tag. So here are the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a tough one. I guess, betrayal by any means is almost unforgivable. So, by lover means it is in a more high level. Well, I might let it go, but that will be the end of the relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If you could have one dream come true which one would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To have a 1000 billion dollars? I guess that's enough for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone, who cheats..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can't I do with a billion dollars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup! Why not? After all, love is unconditional and can go anyway. it's something you feel inside, not something that is cultivated purposefully, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both has its own value, but if both happens that would be the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. How long would you wait for someone you love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much, I guess. But, I'm not sure until I try it out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just let it the way it should be. My likeness doesn't matter there, does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. If you could root for one social cause which one would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corruption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything. It depends on my mood. Sometime nothing can take me down. But sometimes anything can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Change of quest..... What's your main Aim in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just be successful in my life. Live life to its fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of things. Mainly the unpredictablity of future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What kind of person(s) do you think the person who tagged you is/are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cool, bubbly, frank, outspoken... am not getting any more words LOL just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, most people answer this evasively. if the question is to choose one, then I'll go with the first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop the alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who would you pick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one who loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. What's eating you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work and illness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been and am a single till now. So, I don't hate being in a relationship. Yah, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I am tagging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anwesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joiedevivre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keshi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vishesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had a rocking Christmas and I don't have anything to say about my own Christmas :).&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/961685909419752847-5388014717037246819?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5388014717037246819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5388014717037246819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5388014717037246819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-9150071818513157374</id><published>2008-12-28T13:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:53:32.217+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vedio'/><title type='text'>What the fuck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a video by Osho. Be careful while listening to it. Lot of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; terms coming up, but I found it interesting and funny. Just wanted to share with you all. it gets really interesting from the second minute onwards. Make sure no one's around while hearing it and don't forget to use a headphone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6D7rWLzloOI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6D7rWLzloOI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am fed up with too much work now and I am getting very few time off. So, I'm giving rest for my usual experiences posts for now. I'm getting a bit lazy to sit around and type a lot. Hope everyone's doing fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'N don't forget to post you comments on this video..LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-9150071818513157374?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='audio/mp3' href='http://www.box.net/shared/8pgxlhg0j5' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/9150071818513157374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-fuck.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9150071818513157374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9150071818513157374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1890096982990597041</id><published>2008-12-24T22:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:13:15.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing you all a Happy Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't write more... this time viral fever is the culprit. &lt;div&gt;Will post more once I'm well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1890096982990597041?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1890096982990597041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-christmas.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1890096982990597041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1890096982990597041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2316843678162308567</id><published>2008-12-10T11:49:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:01.974+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principles'/><title type='text'>Principles in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ST9fiip61lI/AAAAAAAAAxE/H32_vP-OTp8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278042335324329554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ST9fiip61lI/AAAAAAAAAxE/H32_vP-OTp8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What you see in others, you must first see it inside you.&lt;br /&gt;What you expect from others, you must first expect it from yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a mirror. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Is it so?&lt;br /&gt;Ever got anything back 'coz you gave it?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, principles works only in theory and rarely in real life, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;If life was as simple as a mirror, then things would have been pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks PJ and lukkydivz for the awards. I am planning to design my own award for all. But, rarely get the time. Once done, I'll try to distribute it :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-2316843678162308567?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2316843678162308567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/principles-in-life.html#comment-form' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2316843678162308567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2316843678162308567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/principles-in-life.html' title='Principles in Life'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ST9fiip61lI/AAAAAAAAAxE/H32_vP-OTp8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8243479610488416194</id><published>2008-12-07T12:29:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:59:20.465+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>My Kiddo pranks part Five - Experiments with animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt2xYrMH8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/1hCLZJ23m44/s1600-h/kid+prank.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt2xYrMH8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/1hCLZJ23m44/s320/kid+prank.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276941979203936194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the name suggests, you might have guessed what it's like. So, animal lovers please forgive me. I don't remember which occurred first and which occurred last. So, I am just going according to what comes in my mind. The two animals that were common, or excess in population or in other words, had no family planning, were cats and dogs. Our neighbors had cats. The problem was it soon gave birth to more that what they can control and I guess, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;might've&lt;/span&gt; stopped feeding it. The poor creatures used to sneak into our kitchen and house and created all sort of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite hobbies, as a kid, were to take aim. I mean with stones. Our gang used to test our aim by throwing stones at almost anything and we were pretty good in that. Our main target will be these cats and dogs. To aim a live creature and to hit the target, you need exceptional skill :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt3lspsvlI/AAAAAAAAAws/fpvHR_ylXNU/s1600-h/cat+tail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt3lspsvlI/AAAAAAAAAws/fpvHR_ylXNU/s320/cat+tail.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276942877919592018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, on one day when I was at my Uncle's house checking out my turtle, I saw a cat sitting near the gate. The gate was closed and it's tail was inside the gate. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind and I silently went towards it. Cats can sense even the slightest sounds. So, I sneaked behind it without making even the slightest sound and guess what? I caught it by the tail. These poor creatures used to run away when ever they see me. But this time, I got it and that too by its tail. I held on to its tail while it tried desperately to escape. It is a wonder what all tricks these animals know. The cat made a sneezing sound which scared me and loose my grip. So, it escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt2xeaCrfI/AAAAAAAAAwU/027ojGsl5KY/s1600-h/dog.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt2xeaCrfI/AAAAAAAAAwU/027ojGsl5KY/s320/dog.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276941980742626802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A similar trick was used by my Uncle's dog. It was a pretty old dog white in color and cute. At that time, I was smaller than the dog. The dog, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; of its age, rarely ran, it used to walk slowly here and there. So, once I went near it and rather than doing the usual patting thing, I tried to lift the dog by its stomach. Well, it was bigger than me and I couldn't have lifted it, but I tried again. Suddenly the dog sneezed and I dropped it scared that, it will bit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt3-eQMfBI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ec7C_bhdono/s1600-h/cock.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 93px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt3-eQMfBI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ec7C_bhdono/s320/cock.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276943303551253522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was one rowdy cock at my uncle's house. It used to attack people, mainly kids. Once, when I was there, it flew towards my face and tried to attack me with its legs and beak. Though, I was surprised by its sudden move, I was able to put my hand in front of my face, thus saving myself from blindness. My uncle saw this and the very next day, it was caught and given to a butcher. Sorry... may its soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I had a dog at that time. My uncle had bought a new dog when the old one died. And on one day, when the two dogs met &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt4XEjdQ-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/gGSZKkEaB90/s1600-h/dog+beat.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt4XEjdQ-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/gGSZKkEaB90/s320/dog+beat.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276943726149452770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;each other, I guess, they had some ego problems and they started attacking each other. A fierce battle took place. I was watching interestingly as who will win the fight when my uncle came and beat his dog with a big stick and shouted, get inside the house and his dog howled and ran away. I thought that was partiality and I took a stick and beat my dog. I still regret it '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the look on it's face was heart-breaking. You know, dogs will always endure whatever we do and still be loyal and loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt2xuzBZNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/bHJhb3Bpyjg/s1600-h/lizard.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 83px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt2xuzBZNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/bHJhb3Bpyjg/s320/lizard.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276941985142367442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day, we went for an exhibition and bought a few toys. One of these was a particular one. An artificial lizard. Yup! it looked exactly like an alive lizard and we can stick it on glass or any polished surface. Once our gang and I took this to our grandparents house. My grandmother was in the kitchen; we went very silently to the kitchen and I put it on my grandmother's shoulder secretly. Then, we kids shouted together " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eeeks&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Palli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Palli&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Palli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; means lizard in Malayalam. My grandmother jumped and screamed seeing a lizard on her shoulder. She shook it down and took a broom and tried to hit it. We suddenly took it and told her the real story. She shouted at us and threw us out of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt2xSIYyJI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mmb3ej7WsHA/s1600-h/kitten.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt2xSIYyJI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mmb3ej7WsHA/s320/kitten.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276941977447352466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a concrete chimney in our house and our neighbour's cat once gave birth to kittens there in the chimney. We heard some unusual voices coming from the chimney and I went above the roof to check it out. The chimney was a bit higher and I had to climb it with just my hands and my legs were on air. I was hanging on to the chimney and when looked inside I saw one of the cutest things, the kittens. They haven't even opened their eyes. By seeing such a thing for the first time, I guess I relaxed a bit and slipped in the process hitting my chin on the chimney. 'N for the next few weeks I had two mouths - one the normal one and the other one on my chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the incidents that I can remember from my kiddo days. I guess that's enough for today. Hope you liked it and have a great week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8243479610488416194?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8243479610488416194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-kiddo-pranks-part-five-experiments.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8243479610488416194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8243479610488416194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-kiddo-pranks-part-five-experiments.html' title='My Kiddo pranks part Five - Experiments with animals'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STt2xYrMH8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/1hCLZJ23m44/s72-c/kid+prank.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6979941994032488006</id><published>2008-12-03T17:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:42:00.570+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='controversy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversion'/><title type='text'>Religious Conversion!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STQbPRDquEI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ECfJrFKJ5Ro/s1600-h/rel.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STQbPRDquEI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ECfJrFKJ5Ro/s320/rel.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274871012648466498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is going to be a controversial topics. So, I just want your frank opinion. I don't have any problems in taking criticisms or anything. Just give me your own opinion on what I'm talking about. Well, in some parts of India I've read about certain groups converting people from one religion to another. Well, they are not doing any harm to anyone, which I agree. But, due to this religious conversion, the religious fanatics are reacting in a harsh manner. There were incidents of violence and rape reported. Well, it is said that these people were warned about their activities; if they continue with this, then things can get worse, but even then they continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who is the culprit here? Obviously, it is the religious fanatics, who have no right to harm another human being. Even in Indian constitution, religious conversion, not by force, is allowed. But, my point is not who is right and who is wrong. My point is, people were living in harmony in a place and a group of people came there to convert religion and problems crept up. Till that time, there was no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why can't these people simply stop this? Instead of crying out it is not right to do this, do that. I mean, suppose you have two roads to go to a place and you've been warned that one road is full of criminals and choosing that will only invite troubles. Well, what will a person with common sense do? They will choose the other road right? If you say, it is our right to choose any road we like and no one should harm us, that is right and you have the right to say. But, the reality is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who are supposed to keep the right and wrong going, but unfortunately, that rarely happens. If you choose the road with criminals and you get attacked and hurt, you may cry aloud saying I am attacked.. help..help. But, what's the point in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, this happens 'coz certain group of people place religion above the life and peace of people. They don't bother whether some one is going to get hurt or whether they are disrupting the entire peace. What they just want to do is to convert religion. Who gets benefited from it? Because you change religion, does that mean from the very next day miracles are going to happen in your life? I guess not. What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6979941994032488006?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6979941994032488006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/religious-conversion.html#comment-form' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6979941994032488006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6979941994032488006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/12/religious-conversion.html' title='Religious Conversion!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/STQbPRDquEI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ECfJrFKJ5Ro/s72-c/rel.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5656931845827966752</id><published>2008-11-30T04:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:00:00.779+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innocence'/><title type='text'>My Kiddo pranks part Four - Souvenirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS7RRHjbBHI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CiWhbvd1mLc/s1600-h/cook.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS7RRHjbBHI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CiWhbvd1mLc/s320/cook.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273382305713030258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like all kids, we too had some specific &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kids-only&lt;/span&gt; games when we get alone. I mean when no grown-ups are around, we create some games on the spot(dynamic games in programming terms). Yup! we were really innovative in such times. 'N we always came up with interesting games... always. I don't remember who starts with the idea, but normally some one puts up the idea and the others follows it and makes it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;So, on one day, every one was left 'coz of a death. One of our distant relatives had passed away and they went to the house. We were not taken for such things as we were kids. I have never went to such a house with my family members. They never took me to a house where some one has just died. I have visited such kind of houses only from my school when some of my friend's parents had passed away. No need to tell how it might have.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm moving on to the interesting part. Only we kids were at home, free to do anything. So, we decided to go for some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of the normal&lt;/span&gt; game that we normally play. Our entire gang of four wasn't there. I don't remember why, but just two of us were there, just my cousin and I and we decided to play by imitating cooking. We never had any real plates, stove, food or anything. Everything has a substitute which, according to us, was real. Most of the things, we made out from natural things. We made a conventional stove out of bricks and put some dried leaves as fuel which is supposed to be wood and plates are just empty coconuts. We were doing our imaginary boiling stuff when I decided to get some vegetables to put in the boiling thing. A substitute for vegetable is one of the plants in the garden, right?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS7SHIqYwRI/AAAAAAAAAv8/3ihhX8Sklt4/s1600-h/gard.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS7SHIqYwRI/AAAAAAAAAv8/3ihhX8Sklt4/s320/gard.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273383233723613458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The garden was made by one of my uncles and we kids and he didn't go well together. He always come up with new plants and love it like anything, where as we, out of curiosity pluck the flower or plant which makes it useless. Further more, we used to run around in the garden spoiling everything, though not intentional. So, he used to scold us everyday, sometimes even tried to beat us and we thought he is the one who spoils the fun.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since he wasn't there, we took the liberty to select one of his plants and I stole one new blade from my grandfather which was hidden from us high above the shelf. Well, they think if they keep some thing high, we won't notice? Huh? That is a mistake, there wasn't an inch in the place where we don't know what is there. So, I got a blade, cut one plant and started making my imaginary vegetable curry. Well, I've seen my mother cutting up vegetables so fast and I just wanted to do the same. Being older, I told my cousin to look after the boiling thing and took up the cutting thing myself (which was actually more interesting). You could imagine what happened next. Trying to imitate my mom's cutting skill, I cut my finger.&lt;br /&gt;One good deep cut. I still remember it was like a little mouth in my finger and blood started coming non-stop. So, even though we were so young, since injuries were not new to us, we knew some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS7RRCrHfFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/uvalTmLHwX4/s1600-h/injury.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS7RRCrHfFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/uvalTmLHwX4/s320/injury.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273382304403127378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa type&lt;/span&gt; treatments. It was said that, if you put little onion, after making it into a pulp, in your injury it will stop bleeding. We have never tried that, but since there is no one around and no other way, we decided to try this out. So, my cousin made the pulp for me after sneaking into the kitchen which was then put on to my finger. Well, the pain was horrible, but that did the trick. The bleeding stopped. I still have the mark in my finger of the old cut, like a souvenir. Well, our cutting stopped for the day, some how we continued with the cooking with my one hand. Obviously, when my parents came back, they did not have a clue about what have happen&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS7RRD2sa9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/bVP8Xc9L8-c/s1600-h/cricket+abt.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 95px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS7RRD2sa9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/bVP8Xc9L8-c/s320/cricket+abt.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273382304720120786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed and they never found out my finger was cut. After all, I am born with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiding skills&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The next one that I remember is during the start of summer holidays. I was making a cricket bat with a sharp knife and was waiting for my cousins to arrive, who hadn't reached yet from school. So, I was in the process of making the cricket bat that suddenly I heard their school bus coming and saw them getting down from the bus. With the excitement of seeing them, I gave a swing to the knife imagining it will cut the bat, but I have missed it and it got me square on the same finger, this time in the middle. It was a horrible cut 'coz it still stays so fresh in my hand almost an inch long.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can imagine, my summer holidays didn't start off well with the injury. Like always, I tried my own therapies with my finger which almost always worked. But, this time it didn't. It got worse after a few days 'coz of the tetanus; the knife was an old and rusted, but sharp one. So, I had to go to the hospital and get injection (which I always hated) plus a lot of pills, 'coz by this time I had fever too 'coz of the injury. There were countless such incidents. Just wanted to share a few.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, it was really bad. But, now when I look back, these are the things which makes life worth looking back. Isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5656931845827966752?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5656931845827966752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-kiddo-pranks-part-four-souvenirs.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5656931845827966752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5656931845827966752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-kiddo-pranks-part-four-souvenirs.html' title='My Kiddo pranks part Four - Souvenirs'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS7RRHjbBHI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CiWhbvd1mLc/s72-c/cook.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5080499273559264857</id><published>2008-11-28T18:35:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:35:00.199+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Another Tag and Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SSwkgr77j3I/AAAAAAAAAvE/YGLlN935GKQ/s1600-h/tag.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 57px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SSwkgr77j3I/AAAAAAAAAvE/YGLlN935GKQ/s320/tag.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272629407712513906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a while since I've done a tag. I've seen this tag in a few blogs and liked it, may be 'coz its a bit personal. So, just wanted to post it up here. Feel free to write whatever you want, that's what makes these interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Something I have and YOU want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you see me in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you going to post this in your blog and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS6tLLNqyrI/AAAAAAAAAvc/znSoQ12yM4M/s1600-h/butterfly_award.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS6tLLNqyrI/AAAAAAAAAvc/znSoQ12yM4M/s320/butterfly_award.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273342621197716146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay! so, I got one more award. The Butterfly award. This award got into my inbox, Yeap, normally awards are given out in blogs, right? or it was till now. So, this one I found in my inbox. Mmmm! Improvement in sending out the awards. This too has been awarded by PJ. She's the only one who is so generous about awards, I guess. Almost all award she gets, she'll pass it to everyone. Well, I cannot pass this to anyone 'coz all might have got this by now. Anyway, thanks PJ for the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird things are happening as a series, on my part. After the one-week fever, for the first time in my life, I fell flat on my bathroom. Yup! After all these years, the very first incident of such kind. Well, the mistake is from my part. I normally sing and dance and yesterday I was doing Michael Jackson's moon-walk with soap all over my body and I felt the speed for moon-walking is not enough and I tried a bit faster and there, I had a good fall. All the horror-stories about bathroom falling came into my mind. People misplacing their disk, spine problems and other internal injuries. Though, I had pain here and there, nothing serious happened. I tried moon-walking again just to try whether I'll fall again, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;After that, guess what? I sat for lunch. The food was pretty hot and I was trying to cool it down by waving my hand, that I accidentally smashed it all on the floor. Oops!! I'm talking about not wasting food and here, I am throwing food all over the floor? My poor mom had to clean all the floor and bring me another plate.&lt;br /&gt;You know? it's strange that sometimes things just don't go right. it's like a chain reaction. when something bad happens, a number of things happens on a row. Same is with good also. I wonder whether this chain reaction has stopped and the other chain reaction for good has started?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, greedy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is my 500th post. That's right. When I accidentally counted all the posts in my all blogs, I found out this is my 500th post. This includes the posts in my first ever blog, which has about 69 posts. It is a private blog, which I've never made public :) Have a great week end!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5080499273559264857?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5080499273559264857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-tag-and-award.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5080499273559264857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5080499273559264857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-tag-and-award.html' title='Another Tag and Award'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SSwkgr77j3I/AAAAAAAAAvE/YGLlN935GKQ/s72-c/tag.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8383855261171856951</id><published>2008-11-26T17:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:51:03.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let's order some more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS1pVWg0XfI/AAAAAAAAAvU/piTVnrZ4OWo/s1600-h/food.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS1pVWg0XfI/AAAAAAAAAvU/piTVnrZ4OWo/s320/food.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272986554262117874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is about my team mates who's working with me.  We used to go for team treats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it's a small team. Just six of us, of which four are girls. Out of these four girls, three are vegetarian. So, one is pure-veg, another is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eggeterian(veg who eats eggs)&lt;/span&gt; and yet another one is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fisheterian(veg who eats fish)&lt;/span&gt;. But, the point is these three girls, whenever they go for treats, order a lot of food. 'N guess what? they won't even eat half of it. I mean, why do you order food if you don't need it? Just showing off? that you know what to order? I've only seen this problem with girls. Now, that doesn't mean all girls are like that. So, I asked them why are you not finishing it? Their answer is that they are dieting. well, then why do you order these much food?. I don't get it. I mean, it's not once or twice, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;, this happens. I don't like wasting food, so, my other team mates and I will try the task of finishing up the food. How many people are dying out of hunger in this world and here are some people who didn't even know how much they want? Obviously, I have mentioned this to them. They are taking it as a joke. Well, ordering table full of foods makes you special or what?&lt;div&gt;What do you think? Have you ever ordered more than enough food you need and then just threw it away? or have you been in situations that I've mentioned here? and do you think girls does this more often than boys? '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I guess so. No offence meant, but I guess, this dieting thing is getting more hold of girls than boys, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8383855261171856951?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8383855261171856951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-order-some-more.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8383855261171856951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8383855261171856951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-order-some-more.html' title='Let&apos;s order some more!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SS1pVWg0XfI/AAAAAAAAAvU/piTVnrZ4OWo/s72-c/food.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5275772462248108604</id><published>2008-11-24T17:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:52:38.589+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Transitions in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SSwmPhuqI6I/AAAAAAAAAvM/4RmDkq4iPwk/s1600-h/tras.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SSwmPhuqI6I/AAAAAAAAAvM/4RmDkq4iPwk/s320/tras.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272631311937971106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; and cousin's wedding was superb. I was busy with all the arrangements, acting as the main person, trying to get in touch with everyone. Giving directions and advice, feeling important among the group. One funny thing that occurred was that we reached the church pretty earlier than we expected. We left our house early fearing some road block, but nothing happened and we reached there earlier. We have a custom which is, the bride's family have to invite the bridegroom and his relatives when they reaches the church. Since we reached pretty early, they couldn't reach there before us and we had to wait for sometime in the car for them to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;It was a time to meet new people also, at least for me. Most of my relatives stay far, only a few close relatives are near. So, frankly, I didn't know who is who and was surprised to see lot of unseen faces who claims they are living just a few meters from my house. I wonder, how they managed to hide themselves from me or how I managed to hide from them? I don't want to talk about the marriage '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it went like any christian wedding. I was frequently going in and out of the church when I get bored by the priests, to meet my friends.One another interesting thing I felt is the change in people, their mentality and attitude towards us and ours towards them. Right from our childhood we learned that certain neighbors are our enemy '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they argued with us for simple things, which sometimes even reached police station &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. we never talked to them, despite the fact that some of them were our relatives. This enmity started before even we were born and just continued till now. But, now times have changed. We grew up. Their kids grew up. When their kids' marriage came up, they invited us, putting a break to the long lasting enmity. We also responded in a similar manner. It is said that there is no injury that time cannot heal. So, it is proved. But, I guess, certain injuries will leave scars that even time cannot erase. So, in short, it was a time of change, unexpected change and surely that was both exciting and surprising.&lt;br /&gt;Now, about my cousin, she and her bro grew up with me and my bro. We were like sisters and brothers. I mentioned about our kid gang in one of my previous posts, no need to say she and her brother were the members of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who had played with us, who was one among us, just on one day, became someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;. Its strange, what all things we need to face in life. 'N my bro too is moving on to another phase of his life. My parents had already started harassing me to marry, where as I don't think I'm ready for it :). Why can't they allow me to live in peace? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I am able to express my feelings for my bro and cousin. I don't believe in perfect or ideal partners, problems are sure to creep up sometime. it's all about how you prioritize and value each things giving each what they deserve. Well, I am not blabbering more '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I don't have the experience or maturity to advice people about these things. After all, I do believe in fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I was away from blogs last week '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was sick with fever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, for one whole week I was in bed taking stomach full of pills. I haven't completely recovered yet. Somehow, I feel a bit better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch up with you all soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5275772462248108604?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5275772462248108604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/transitions-in-life.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5275772462248108604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5275772462248108604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/transitions-in-life.html' title='Transitions in Life'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SSwmPhuqI6I/AAAAAAAAAvM/4RmDkq4iPwk/s72-c/tras.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-795257109373670031</id><published>2008-11-13T18:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:44:24.042+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The unique ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SRw1sjEoJMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/dz55iL3d-Ds/s1600-h/child.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SRw1sjEoJMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/dz55iL3d-Ds/s320/child.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268144703561802946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hiyaa&lt;/span&gt; all, I'm back after the wedding season. I will soon put up a post on it. But, now I want to share an interesting incident that has happened yesterday. I came back to office and had to attend a meeting. Apart from the usual blah blah, we had a fun session. We were asked to write our childhood ambition in a paper secretly. it's not just becoming doctor or engineer. But, a job that we wanted to take as a kid and later when we grew up we realized it's not that interesting or good as we thought.&lt;br /&gt;We have to write our ambition and the paper will be shuffled with others and one will be selected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;randomly&lt;/span&gt; and given to us. we have to tell, why we are the best person suited for the job mentioned in that paper.&lt;br /&gt;Any guess what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;might've&lt;/span&gt; got?. I got "watch man in a ladies' hostel". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I was wondering which child will have such an ambition when I realized I might be the best in the group to take up that job. Well, I had to tell something, right? So, when my turn arrived, the facilitator announced, this is the most interesting ambition 'N I said, I would like to be the watchman in a ladies' hostel because I bring along vast experience in the field and I like to watch ladies both inside and outside hostel. There was a few other interesting answers also. One wanted to become a monk because she don't want to do anything. Another wanted to become a doctor '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he believed in trial and error. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Altogether&lt;/span&gt; it was really fun. So, my question to you will be the same. Is there any interesting answers like this that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;might've&lt;/span&gt; wanted to become when you were a kid?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-795257109373670031?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/795257109373670031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/unique-ambition.html#comment-form' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/795257109373670031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/795257109373670031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/unique-ambition.html' title='The unique ambition'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SRw1sjEoJMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/dz55iL3d-Ds/s72-c/child.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-9052450884024314046</id><published>2008-11-05T19:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:15:01.189+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>A real life experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SRFratBKVgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/7VxS-4yi93A/s1600-h/acc.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SRFratBKVgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/7VxS-4yi93A/s320/acc.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265107545878058498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey guys, I was talking about death for a few days, right? Guess what? I would have met it yesterday itself LOL. Yah, I am talking serious matter, here. I normally drive at a good speed, but not always and I am not a rash driver. Guess what? Yesterday, I did that too. Usually, I won't get angry by people who speed by or who try to make us angry. But, don't know what got into me yesterday, I was going in a normal speed when one of the private bus overtook me and was honking non stop. Mmmm. I thought "what the hell?" and I sped up and overtook him and there was another bus right infront of me. We came around a pretty good curve on the road. I never overtook a vehicle while on curve. But, you know what? yesterday was special, I guess. I did that too. I was going pretty fast and when I was about to overtake the bus, there comes, from nowhere a car, from the opposite direction. And what worse?, he/she was overspeeding too. It all happened before I could even blink. I didn't see the driver or anything. All I noticed was the color of the car. I would have met my first accident yesterday, but incredibly, the impossible happened. Both the car and I were overspeeding coming against eachother, but the car just stopped right there seeing me. It didn't even skid, which I think was a miracle and that gave me enough time to squeeze between the bus and the car. You know what I felt? I felt excitement. Yah, honestly. 'N I sped up just more. Guys! I need some serious counselling. When everyone would've stopped and gasped for breath after this incident, I just sped up and was laughing with my friends about this story later. I guess, something is wrong with me, seriously LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: BTW, My bro's marriage is coming up and I was pretty busy with the arrangements and all. The marriage is on the coming Monday, Nov 10th. I guess, the weekend will be full of excitement. And what more? my cousin's marriage is tomorrow. Got leave from tomorrow onwards. No need for invitation, you all are invited :) See you all soon, after the party!!!!! Be safe and drive carefully LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-9052450884024314046?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/9052450884024314046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-life-experience.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9052450884024314046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9052450884024314046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-life-experience.html' title='A real life experience'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SRFratBKVgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/7VxS-4yi93A/s72-c/acc.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1403869580878591150</id><published>2008-11-04T22:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:11:01.732+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humans'/><title type='text'>Cheating Death - Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQ8rzFV2HyI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6aVexIwhdL4/s1600-h/cheat.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQ8rzFV2HyI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6aVexIwhdL4/s320/cheat.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264474646026526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is a continuation of my last post on cheating death. Some of you wrote about the fear of death. To be frank, I don't fear death. it's the way I die that I am afraid of. Think about this. Isn't it be really good to die during your sleep, knowing nothing? Rather than dying in a death bed in a condition where you'll be pissing in your own pants. I guess, the first one is better. It's not just us who suffer. More than us, it's the people around us who suffer the most. Won't you agree? So, tell me, do you fear death or fear the way you die? Do you prefer to die early or live till 90 and to die a horrific death?.&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't take this post as an inspiration to suicide. Life will behave well to you, if you behave well to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1403869580878591150?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1403869580878591150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheating-death-continued.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1403869580878591150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1403869580878591150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheating-death-continued.html' title='Cheating Death - Continued'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQ8rzFV2HyI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6aVexIwhdL4/s72-c/cheat.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-61659164877936064</id><published>2008-11-02T13:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:13:00.964+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>My Kiddo Pranks - Part 3 - Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQ1n2byHYRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/a4CrmaUB1zI/s320/pondjpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263977724334530834" /&gt;Well, today I would like to tell you about my fishing trip. We used to go to near by fields to play. There were a lot of ponds in which we used to swim. Not exactly swimming '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I still don't know swimming. The ponds were about as deep as 4 to 8 feet. So, we used to do a bit of walking and swimming. The most interesting time to swim is the rainy season. At that time, the water will be high and there will be a lot of fishes, crabs, snails and all. I used to catch these with my hands and will let go. Soon, I got an Idea to bring some fish to home, not to eat, but to keep it in a tank.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQ1n2ecf5xI/AAAAAAAAAtk/vVFS--InKNg/s320/kidfishjpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 85px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263977725049169682" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, My gang and I went with a big towel and a bucket. You might be wondering why towel to catch fish? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Well, that's the way we caught, that way we can get a lot at once. So, we went to the pond. Put the towel, deep into the water, stretched it and then pulled it up. Guess what, the entire water will be filtered out through the towel, while the fishes remain jumping inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; gasping for breath. So, we will put these into the bucket filled with water. Some of the fishes will jump out of the bucket into the pond. So, we closed it with a banana leaf. There were times, when I caught fishes which were nearly 8 inches in length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQ1n2ZBcINI/AAAAAAAAAts/AyuZsGDUEdg/s320/images.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 78px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263977723593498834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after the successful fishing, with a bucket full of fishes, we went home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy. We put it in a big tank and filled only enough water so that the fishes won't jump out. What happened was, it was summer holidays and after a few days, our schools reopened. So, one weekend we came home and saw all the fishes lying dead there. The tank had dried up and since we were at the school the whole week days, we forgot to fill the tank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should say that this incident had a deep impact on our gang. we felt really sad to mass murder these fishes which were living happily in the pond. After the incident, we never went fishing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-61659164877936064?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/61659164877936064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-kiddo-pranks-part-3-fishing.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/61659164877936064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/61659164877936064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-kiddo-pranks-part-3-fishing.html' title='My Kiddo Pranks - Part 3 - Fishing'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQ1n2byHYRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/a4CrmaUB1zI/s72-c/pondjpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2415179746580251761</id><published>2008-10-29T16:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:45:40.936+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humans'/><title type='text'>Cheating Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQhF02WZETI/AAAAAAAAAtc/01EkTZHQrPc/s1600-h/death.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQhF02WZETI/AAAAAAAAAtc/01EkTZHQrPc/s320/death.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532938827370802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Humans have been trying to cheat death right from their beginning. Have they succeeded. I should say "somewhat". well, we have invented organ replacement, which was unthinkable a hundred years ago. So, a person who had some kind of problem would certainly have died at that time. But, now we are able to replace the organ and are on our way in making artificial ones too. In that way, we really cheated death. At least we were able to stop death and postpone it , right? But, as always, there is an argument other way around also. By, inventing lot of medicines and all, the health rate never actually grow up, but we invented new diseases also. By, inventing new ways of transportation, war, entertainment we actually inventing new ways to death as a byproduct. But, we cannot simply discard the concept of cheating death. What we thought impossible, 1000 years ago, is possible now. Who knows?, after a 1000 years, if we survive, man kind will be able to cheat death and actually stop death. So, whatya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-2415179746580251761?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2415179746580251761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheating-death.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2415179746580251761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2415179746580251761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheating-death.html' title='Cheating Death'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQhF02WZETI/AAAAAAAAAtc/01EkTZHQrPc/s72-c/death.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8042124393439826429</id><published>2008-10-26T05:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:00:00.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innocence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>My Kiddo pranks - Part Two - Encounter with snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQNWysMw-JI/AAAAAAAAAtE/W0oFgTy4VcY/s320/kidsnakejpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261144218557020306" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up in a village kind of place. So, you could imagine the place. There were a lot of trees, animals.. a calm beautiful place. Snakes used to appear quite often in our place. I grew up seeing people killing lot of snakes. I've seen lot of snakes really close that I don't fear them anymore. This post is all about my incidents with snakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start with, the first one that comes to my mind is when I was 7 or 8 years old. As said in my last Sunday post, our gang were simply roaming around the place when we saw some little creature, about a feet and a half in length, under a rock. That's the first snake I've seen. It was a poisonous one. Normally, we see cobras, vipers and a number of other non-poisonous snakes. Well, this was a strange one. Obviously, we didn't know these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my uncle was an expert in killing snakes. Whenever, we see a snake, we used to call him and he'll come and decide whether it is a poisonous one or not and if yes, he'll kill it 'coz of us. Otherwise, it will certainly bite us. He knows, we are too naughty and we'll go to really isolated places where even the adults fear to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, once we call him, he'll come and kill the snake with a twig or whatever he can get his hands into. He don't tell us to go, like other adults do. He'll simply let us watch how he kills it and once it's dead he'll give us a lecture on the peculiarities of that snake, how poisonous it is and things like that. I've seen the tail of snakes still moving, even after it is dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQNWyUYVaNI/AAAAAAAAAss/ZANjOYRbnWc/s320/cobrajpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 94px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261144212163094738" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember the day, when he killed one cobra and showed as the distinguishing mark of cobra on it's head. Needless to say, he won't harm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the non-poisonous snakes. Well, don't think my uncle is a animal-hater 'coz of this. He has almost all pets in his house. He has lovebirds, rabbits, ducks, hen, turtle, fish, goat, cow, dog... Hi hi. You'll find it hard to believe but it is true. When I was young, he used to give us one of his rabbits and we used to play with it. I was the one who gave him the turtle. I got it from a fisherwoman who used to come to our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grand father used to tell stories about almost all creatures that I ask. Once I told him to tell a story about turtles and he told one beautiful story. After that, I became crazy about turtles. I asked grandfather to buy me a turtle. Now, he was in trouble 'coz I was such a trouble maker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQNY0K02VoI/AAAAAAAAAtU/CP6BgL4cEzA/s320/turtlejpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 103px; height: 137px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261146442981332610" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to escape from my pestering, he told me that we won't get turtles to buy. Only way is to tell the fisherwoman who brings the fish. Since she brings fishes, she might get turtles also. Well, he thought I'll drop my wish. Huh? what did he think about me? Next day, when the fisherwoman came, I went straight to her, as I normally do, to see fishes and asked "Have you seen turtles?".  She said "Oh yah, I daily see it, someones are really bigger than you". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wanted to show off in front of me but didn't know what was coming. I hold on to her answer and told her to bring me one next time. Since I had such a talent in pestering adults, she finally gave up and somehow brought me a little turtle about the size of a flying disk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put it in a big tank where there was little water. So, you could guess, what the turtle does if people comes near it, it will put it's head and legs inside the shell and won't even move. So, eventually my curiousness turned to boring. whenever, I comes near it, I will act as though it is dead. So, once I accidentally filled the tank with water and just like that the turtle started swimming when it saw so much of water. I was wondering why it is swimming now and climbed on to the tank which was taller than me, leaned in and was trying to push the turtle down, when I slipped and fell in to the tank. I was lying there with the turtle which didn't move now, 'coz of me. Some how, I climbed out; drenched in water. I could have drowned in there 'coz I didn't know how to swim and the fall was head down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought no one saw. But, I understood I was wrong when, the very next day, the turtle was moved from our house to my uncle's house. They give good reasons for it so that I won't disagree. They told me that here the turtle is alone that's why it doesn't move, but there in my uncle's place, the turtle will have rabbits, fish and other things as friends. I believed that LOL. So that's the turtle story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh!! I drifted from our topic. Sorry. So, we were talking about snakes. Well, on one day we were in uncle's house standing beside the big cage of love birds and watching it, we saw some thing in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQNWyUnswWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/F8WHRqhVY74/s320/cherajpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 101px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261144212227539298" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there. Guess what? Yah, a snake and a big one. It was actually resting there. Seeing this, we called for uncle and when he came the snake was trying desperately to escape, but it couldn't. You know what happened? It got in to the cage, ate a few lovebirds (3 to be exact) and couldn't come out of the cage, which was covered with steel net, 'coz its stomach was bigger now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My uncle took a long twig and started hitting it. It tried to escape through the net and then vomited the three lovebirds it had eaten and then slithered through the net outside into the tank of the turtle. There my uncle finished it and thus ended &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its heavy lunch. It was buried along with the 3 lovebirds it had eaten with all honors....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next incident that I wanted to tell you is the closest that I've gotten to a snake. I was having my lunch when I saw something moving briskly through the shrubs. I was excited to see a snake and ran behind it. when I got there it vanished. I knew it was somewhere there but couldn't see it 'coz there were a lot of plants, dried leaves and shrubs. Though I knew about the danger, as always, I was careless and decided to take risk and started searching, just out of curiosity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, curiosity soon turned to panic when the next step I took was right on the snake. Yah, you heard it right, I actually stepped on a live snake. My instincts told me that I was standing on something which was like rubber and a bit slippery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this all happened within thousands of a second. Just after stepping on the snake, I knew I had made a mistake and jumped right in the air screaming. Luckily the snake, was desperate to escape and it ran away. It took several minutes to bring my heartbeats to normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next incident let me see the biggest snake I've seen in my place. Although the above incident scared me at the time, it soon turned to bravery. I thought I was brave to step on a snake and then escape unharmed, thought I didn't tell this to anyone. After a few years, when we were playing cricket we saw something climbing the fence and coming in to our compound. It had a light yellow color and the only one with that color I had seen and what else huge... Yah, it was about 8 or 9 feet long . we, as usual, ran behind the snake throwing stones, scaring it. Every one ran behind it, I was a bit late in joining, so to see it more closely, I took a turn and came to the other side, in front of the snake and started throwing stones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it will turn away, but that didn't happen. I was too quick for the snake and it ran right in to me. I never even dreamt that a snake could move that fast 'coz before I could even move a muscle everything has happened. First of all, it's zig-zag motion confused me and I didn't know which way it will come and it was too fast that I just stood rooted to the spot. It just moved past me with in inches from my leg and I was so shocked that couldn't even move for a few minutes. Just imagine a huge snake coming lighting fast towards you and just goes its way almost bushing you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the other kids of my gang came, though I boasted this incident, only I knew what actually happened inside me. I , literally, died and born again!!!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8042124393439826429?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8042124393439826429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-kiddo-pranks-part-two-encounter-with.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8042124393439826429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8042124393439826429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-kiddo-pranks-part-two-encounter-with.html' title='My Kiddo pranks - Part Two - Encounter with snakes'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SQNWysMw-JI/AAAAAAAAAtE/W0oFgTy4VcY/s72-c/kidsnakejpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6925410995136346836</id><published>2008-10-22T17:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:07:52.998+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elixir'/><title type='text'>Life's elixir!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SP8QYaDV3jI/AAAAAAAAAsk/UjXhrC343Mc/s1600-h/elix.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SP8QYaDV3jI/AAAAAAAAAsk/UjXhrC343Mc/s320/elix.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259940901288271410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time is the most precious thing one can have. Time is a part of our life. If we are spending time with someone/something that means we are giving them/it a part of our life. Well, my question is can we have something with out leaving out something?. One of the decision we need to make before spending our precious time is to think "Is it worth?". Suppose you want to score good marks, you have to study, right? So, you have to drop your interest in doing other things for studying. On the other hand, if you want to enjoy and have fun, you need to drop your study for that. Can we have both? I guess, it is not possible. The most successful person, I guess, is one who can choose the right amount of time for these kind of different things. what happens in the normal scenario is one may give more time to something so that that becomes the priority in his/her life. The result is that one become extraordinarily success with his/her career, but a flop in personal life. Similarly, one may succeed in his/her personal life, but will be a failure in his/her career. Life's elixir is all about mixing in the right proportions at the right time, so that you can enjoy your life with all its sweetness and flavours.  So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whatya&lt;/span&gt; think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6925410995136346836?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6925410995136346836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-elixir.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6925410995136346836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6925410995136346836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-elixir.html' title='Life&apos;s elixir!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SP8QYaDV3jI/AAAAAAAAAsk/UjXhrC343Mc/s72-c/elix.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8071625827739851702</id><published>2008-10-19T09:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:48:00.620+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>My Kiddo pranks - Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been posting about my campus life experiences. But, just for a change, I would like to share my childhood experiences with you. After all those are some of the best moments in my life till now. Hope you'll enjoy. It's also a series :). So, let's start with part one today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I thought about my life years back. Some of the events stay as clear as though they have happened just yesterday. Well, let's start with some of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SPoeFcbZX8I/AAAAAAAAArs/5WEZWPAtNqA/s320/chijpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258548593787756482" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one happened when I was really young. I don't remember the age, may be 6 or 7. My cousins, brother and I were a gang of four. We did almost all the mischiefs together. 'N we had this creativity in innovating new mischiefs. Our compound have a concrete fence around it and in front of it is the main road. A lady used to go by the road every evening. She had a unique specs, which was really big and thick and we, kids, soon got interested in seeing her with the special specs and decided to make fun of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on one day, when we saw her coming, we hid behind the fence and yelled "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bhoota kannadi&lt;/span&gt; Hoy Hoy" which mean "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ghost specs&lt;/span&gt; Hoy Hoy". we shouted this as a slogan a few times till she was out of earshot. We repeated this a few days. I don't know how it got stopped. I don't remember. So, I asked my mother about this and even she remembered it. She told me the lady had complained to her about this and from that day onwards my mother didn't let us go near the fence on evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's the first thing that came to my mind about my childhood. Here is one more, this might hurt some animal lovers, so read on. My grand parents, uncle and I stay really close together. In fact, our grand parents and uncle are our neighbours. We used to go to the family house to play. And our grand parents had a lot of pets. They had 4 cows and a calf. 'N they used to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SPocqWWRbzI/AAAAAAAAArk/fCQb2yItvJY/s320/green+chillijpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258547028787556146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cultivate a lot of things including green chilly. Those who know it's a type of chilly just one inch in length, but will burn your mouth if you take one bite. It's the most pungent thing that I've ever tasted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I tasted it and then, for hours, I kept washing my mouth and took air in and out of mouth. I told this to our gang and we decided to test this on animals. Hi Hi. Cows like banana leaf as we like ice cream. We took a banana leaf and filled it with green chill, tied it with coconut leaf and gave it to the cows. Seeing the banana leaf, the poor things started eating excitedly. Soon after they chewed a few times, things changed as we expected. I saw something which I have never seen before or after this. The cows kept their head high, kept their mouth open and kept their long tongue out as though gasping for air. They stood like this for a few minutes when my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grand parents noticed this strange behavior and when they came and we ran away laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to be honest, I didn't feel any guilt at that time. But, when I look back now, I do regret it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on these kind of pranks on next Sunday. Have a great week ahead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS:- Don't tell these to Menaka Gandhi, she may sue me... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8071625827739851702?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8071625827739851702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-kiddo-pranks-part-one.html#comment-form' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8071625827739851702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8071625827739851702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-kiddo-pranks-part-one.html' title='My Kiddo pranks - Part One'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SPoeFcbZX8I/AAAAAAAAArs/5WEZWPAtNqA/s72-c/chijpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-3987058708661532137</id><published>2008-10-17T22:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:09:52.631+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Another Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SPi-VPSWDNI/AAAAAAAAArM/V6kmboB2lK8/s1600-h/tag.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SPi-VPSWDNI/AAAAAAAAArM/V6kmboB2lK8/s320/tag.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258161837045058770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is an interesting tag that I've seen in Tara's blog. Thought that I need to do this.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty long, sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put a 'v' inside brackets to whichever is applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OKay&lt;/span&gt;, so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v) smoked a cigarette... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, first time when I was a little kid. Then, a few times :), but, I don't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;( ) done some form of dope&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car... No, didn't get the chance to do that&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car... Maybe I'll do it in the future&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in love... Love? What is it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still looking&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped... Nah, Never&lt;br /&gt;(v) shoplifted... Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, when I was a kid, did this too.. Hi Hi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired...Not yet&lt;br /&gt;(v) been in a fist fight... Not seriously, but when I was a kid I've been in fight with friends and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;(v) sneaked out of your parent's house... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OOhah&lt;/span&gt;!! only a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;( ) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back...I feel feelings for everyone&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date...I am not blind&lt;br /&gt;(v) lied to a friend... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;(v) skipped school ... A few times and that 'few' might not be few for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;(v) seen someone die ... I haven't seen any human beings die, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, I've seen snakes die, cockroaches die, mosquitoes die...the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on one of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; friends...Nah, But I still got time. So, beware.&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Singapore...For what?&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico...For what?&lt;br /&gt;( ) been on a plane...No, not till now.&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten sushi...what is it?&lt;br /&gt;(v) been skiing-snow or water... No snow skiing but water skiing..yeah&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;... Nope, I don't chat that frequently compared to other chat addicts.&lt;br /&gt;( ) been at a concert...Nope&lt;br /&gt;( ) taken painkillers...Nope, I enjoy taking pain..Hi Hi&lt;br /&gt;(v) love someone or miss someone right now... I miss all my friends&lt;br /&gt;(v) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by... Oh yeah. I loved it. Countless times.&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a snow angel...Huh? Never been to any place were snow rains..&lt;br /&gt;(v) had a tea party... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; we had sometimes&lt;br /&gt;(v) flown a kite... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, as a kid, I tried a lot to fly my own kite, built by me, it never flew more than 10 feet. Tried a lot, but there was a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coconut&lt;/span&gt; trees around the place which made it impossible.&lt;br /&gt;(v) built a sand castle... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;.. many times&lt;br /&gt;(v) gone puddle jumping... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;.. many times&lt;br /&gt;(v) played dress up... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..many times&lt;br /&gt;(v) jumped into a pile of leaves... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..many times&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledding...Nope&lt;br /&gt;(v) cheated while playing a game... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;.. many times&lt;br /&gt;(v) been lonely... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, many times. it's then I learned day dreaming and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;(v) fallen asleep at work/school... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;.. I don't normally fall asleep, but a few times, yes.&lt;br /&gt;(v) used a fake ID... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;.. For movie sites and all.&lt;br /&gt;(v) watched the sun set... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..many times&lt;br /&gt;(v) watched someone sleep... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt; lot of people, watched my parents, bro, friends, strangers, beautiful girls, kids sleeping....&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake...Ooh! Not yet, waiting for it.&lt;br /&gt;(v) slept beneath the stars... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..many times&lt;br /&gt;(v) been tickled... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..many times&lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed...Nah, not yet&lt;br /&gt;(v) been misunderstood... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..many times&lt;br /&gt;( ) pet a reindeer/goat/kangaroo... I don't have any. Had a dog,turtle and rabbit when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;(v) won a contest...I was gaming crazy and won a medal for playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;FIFA&lt;/span&gt; at an IT fest 2 years back.&lt;br /&gt;( ) run a red light/stop sign... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..many times&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school...Nah, I was an average kid, not studious, but not bad too.&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a car crash...Nope, I hate accidents, hope never happens&lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(v) felt like an outcast/third person... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(v) had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;deja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;vu&lt;/span&gt;... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;(v) danced in the moonlight... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;(v) liked the way you looked...Cannot say, I liked, but didn't dislike.&lt;br /&gt;(v) witnessed a crime... Huh? I myself had done a thousand crimes.&lt;br /&gt;(v) questioned your heart... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..always&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(v) squished mud through your bare feet... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;..kiddo time&lt;br /&gt;(v) been lost...A few times. I have difficultly in dealing with various routes. If I'm in a place where I've went only a few times, I'll certainly lose my way.&lt;br /&gt;( ) been on the opposite side of the country...Nope&lt;br /&gt;(v) swam in the ocean...Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;.. only a few times, But swam in canals a lot.&lt;br /&gt;(v) felt like dying...Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, many times.&lt;br /&gt;(v) cried yourself to sleep...Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, a few times.&lt;br /&gt;(v) played cops and robbers...Ah! My favourite game. My friend and I was the toughest robber in my class.&lt;br /&gt;( ) recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;(v) sang karaoke... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, many times&lt;br /&gt;(v) paid for a meal with only coins... Hi Hi, our college pranks&lt;br /&gt;(v) done something you told yourself you wouldn't... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, only a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;(v) made prank phone calls...Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, but rarely&lt;br /&gt;(v) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose... Hi Hi, yes&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(v) danced in the rain...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(v) watched the sun rise with someone you care about... I think I've watched it with my parents&lt;br /&gt;(v) blown bubbles... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone roller skating&lt;br /&gt;(v) had a wish come true... Yeah, a number of times&lt;br /&gt;(v) jumped off a bridge... Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, I was good in jumping, climbing, running, falling etc.&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(v) sang in the shower...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, I do it daily&lt;br /&gt;(v) had a dream that you married someone...Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, I have countless first nights with almost all movie actresses.&lt;br /&gt;(v) glued your hand to something... Yes&lt;br /&gt;(v) kissed a photo...Yes&lt;br /&gt;( ) climbed a water tower&lt;br /&gt;(v) screamed at the top of your lungs...Only a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;(v) done a one-handed cartwheel...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, kiddo pranks&lt;br /&gt;( ) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours...&lt;br /&gt;(v) picked and ate an apple right off the tree...Not exactly, picked and ate mangoes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;coconuts&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;jack fruits&lt;/span&gt; right off trees.&lt;br /&gt;(v) climbed a tree...Only a ten thousand times&lt;br /&gt;(v) had a tree house... Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, I had even a tree vehicle, hi hi&lt;br /&gt;(v) been too scared to watch a scary movie alone...Yes, when I was a kid, but I loved to hear horror stories, but won't sleep alone or go outside alone after that.&lt;br /&gt;(v) believe in ghosts...I cannot say I don't believe, but I can't say I believe. If god exists, then ghosts too exists.&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes... Huh? Just one&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(v) gone doorbell ditching...A few times, one of my little kiddo pranks&lt;br /&gt;(v) been pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, a few times, but I've done the same too :)&lt;br /&gt;( ) told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(v) been easily amused...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;(V) caught a fish then ate it... Caught a fish, but didn't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;(V) caught a butterfly...Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v) laughed so hard you cried...Yes&lt;br /&gt;(v) cried so hard you laughed...Yeah, that too :)&lt;br /&gt;(v) cheated on a test...Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, tried a few cheating right at school, just to prove my courage to my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;(v) forgotten some one's name... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, I have this problem, I forget names easily&lt;br /&gt;( ) French braided some one's hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool/hot tub/river&lt;br /&gt;(v) been threatened to be kicked out of your house or been kicked out of your house...Hi hi got threatened a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;(v) loved someone so much you would gladly die for THEM...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, I loved my relatives, parents and certain friends&lt;br /&gt;(v) cheated on someone... Yeah, for the sake of revenge.&lt;br /&gt;(v) talk to yourself when no one's around... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;(v) hate someone you once loved... Yes, a number of people&lt;br /&gt;(v) love someone you once hated...Yes, that too&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed the phone for the person on the other side&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed the person on the other side of the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I was pretty busy this week, next week too it's a busy schedule I guess. Happy weekend to all. Keep smiling, have fun and 'Njoy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-3987058708661532137?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/3987058708661532137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-tag.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3987058708661532137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3987058708661532137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-tag.html' title='Another Tag'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SPi-VPSWDNI/AAAAAAAAArM/V6kmboB2lK8/s72-c/tag.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2444090615022530605</id><published>2008-10-12T05:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:00:00.467+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>A Train Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SPDZmWGRxBI/AAAAAAAAAq0/1U6Uk3x84S8/s1600-h/trainjpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SPDZmWGRxBI/AAAAAAAAAq0/1U6Uk3x84S8/s320/trainjpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255940017931535378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned in one of my earlier posts about my train journey to college. This is about one of the incidents that had happened during the journey. Before going to college, I had travelled by train only a few times, that too when I was very young. At that time, my parents took care of the entire things. Well, When I started going by myself, I was ignorant about a lot of things. It's not like bus journey, where there is only one class, you buy a ticket and can travel by that bus. In a single train, there are different classes, right. Well, I knew all that, but since I was a daily scholar, I took what is called a season ticket, which is, for six months and since we take it for six months &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continuously, we have concession in the fare also. But, the problem is you cannot travel using season ticket in most of the classes and I didn't know that. I was alone on my way to college and my knowledge was that, except the AC and reserved compartments, I can travel in any of the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the other main thing I was unaware was that, in not all train can we travel using this ticket. I normally went by a train which starts at 6:20 A.M. One day I was pretty early at the station and I saw a special train there, with all posh seats, cushions and all. I thought, why should I go in that crap train, I may try, for a change, this one. By the looks, I knew it was not meant for me, but the excitement, as always, got me into the train &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But, I was cautious enough to ask my fellow passengers about what I knew. I asked, whether it is a first class compartment or a reservation and he said it was general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was excited for a new experience, when the train started moving, but it soon turned into panic, when I saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TTE&lt;/span&gt;(Train Ticket Examiner) came checking for tickets. I don't know why, but I had this wrong feeling inside me, that some thing was wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SPDaKpX6VgI/AAAAAAAAArE/gQFqQVhrzIw/s320/trainjpgjpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255940641581061634" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it happened. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TTE&lt;/span&gt; came to me and asked for ticket, I gave him my ticket and he was surprised when he saw it. He frowned and looked again, then asked for me to pay a huge amount. Guess what? I didn't even had a fraction of the money he asked. I said I don't have any money and he caught me by my collar and was decent enough to bring me to another compartment where there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were no passengers and started threatening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said "give the money or I'll take you to the railway police". I said I have no money and he got more angry. He thought that I was a cheater who travel by train with out taking tickets. To be honest, I definitely thought I was going to the police station and I wasn't a bit afraid of that. I had no choice. I thought, they are not going to eat me alive, then so be it. I just stood there, calm, saying nothing, doing nothing as though nothing has happened, which made him only angrier. He caught my bag and threw it on the floor and asked "what is in it?". I said, my books. Since, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't feel ashamed and kept a cool face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He seemed lost, since what ever threats he made, didn't have any effect on me. He was simply yelling like "This train is not for beggars, I'll take you to police, Take off your shirt". Believe me, he actually said those which I still remember. How can I forget those? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I finally said, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't know I couldn't travel by this train and he replied "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, you can tell that to the police that you didn't know and you are studying in KG". So, he had to do his job, right, so he finally said, go and get the fine from someone you know and give it to me when I'm back. I said I didn't know anyone, he pretended not to hear and went. Huh? Guess what I did, I went back to the compartment where I was seated and sat there as though I went to the toilet :). Well, the people seated next to me knew what had happened and asked me about it and I said I had to get these much money and they told me to give what ever I had, to him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; do. But, my pride didn't allow me to do that '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I had nothing with me except the bus fare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sometime, he came back and saw me seated there and took me with him. He waited near the door and was writing something. As you may know, here the doors of the trains will be open all the time except the one's in AC compartment and he was there standing near the door. Trust me, I actually thought about kicking the guy out of the door. No one was there in the compartment. But, something deep inside me prevented me from doing that. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here to tell the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that he sat and asked me to sit beside him [Huh? sympathy?]. You know what he asked? "so, you really didn't know about this?". I lost my control and said "What the fuck was I telling you about all these time?". That was it. He didn't say a word. He asked about my address and took my ID card and told me to write down the address. 'N he said "Tomorrow morning at 6 you should give me the money or else I would report it to police". Well, I said yes and that was the end. After half an hour I reached the college and the day went as usual, with lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell you what? Neither did I pay him the next day nor did I see him after that, but after a few weeks, I got a notice or warrant or whatever you call it, from the railway court demanding me to pay the fine or ....you may fill it up. So, I went to the railway court and paid the fine [had to answer for a lot of questions there]. Thus ended the story. That was a nice experience for me, when ever I get into a train after that, I remember him. I haven't met him after that. But, I would like to thank him for not disgracing me in front of the whole people or I would have actually kicked him out of the door. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-2444090615022530605?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2444090615022530605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/train-journey.html#comment-form' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2444090615022530605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2444090615022530605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/train-journey.html' title='A Train Journey'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SPDZmWGRxBI/AAAAAAAAAq0/1U6Uk3x84S8/s72-c/trainjpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-9127422500784453797</id><published>2008-10-08T17:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:45:29.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Younger or Elder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOykMVqqnNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hWLLnTHE-PE/s1600-h/mry.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOykMVqqnNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hWLLnTHE-PE/s320/mry.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254755397116009682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls like to marry boys who are older than them while boys like to marry girls who are younger than them. Well, is this correct? What do you think? I have asked my friends, both girls and boys, and all the girls answered that they will never marry guys who are younger than them while almost all [not all] boys said they will only marry girls who are younger to them. I told them not to consider the social factor or anything that exists in the community, but to decide for themselves. So, their answers were completely personal opinions. So, what do you think. Do you belong to these majority or do you not? Justify your answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-9127422500784453797?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/9127422500784453797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/younger-or-elder.html#comment-form' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9127422500784453797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9127422500784453797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/younger-or-elder.html' title='Younger or Elder'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOykMVqqnNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hWLLnTHE-PE/s72-c/mry.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5948288923867200010</id><published>2008-10-07T15:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:04:16.176+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Aneesh needs</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by my sweet friend &lt;a href="http://pjsexperiences.blogspot.com/"&gt;PJ&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The rule is &lt;em&gt;Type your "&lt;name&gt; needs" in google&lt;/name&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and post the answers you get.&lt;br /&gt;Well I tried &lt;em&gt;Aneesh+needs&lt;/em&gt; 'N lot of unrelated answers came up, so I tried &lt;em&gt;"Aneesh needs"&lt;/em&gt; to filter the results. 'N guess what? A few results came up and that too surprisingly correct.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Aneesh needs to hurry up and post "Twine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! see that? I need to post twine? Guru Google must've known that I am now frequenting blogger and I've a technical blog. So, google suggested me to to post "Twine". Well, so I again searched &lt;em&gt;help in posting twine&lt;/em&gt; in google and got these results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Amazon.co.uk: Cat Scratching Post Twine - Boxed: Garden &amp;amp; Outdoors [not what I'm looking for]&lt;br /&gt;***Using Twine, you can add content via wiki functionality [that's close]&lt;br /&gt;***I loved your post and I think I’m also migrating to Twine. [That's exactly what I was looking for]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;I reckon Aneesh needs FAT32 partition for "experimental" purposes or what eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? FAT32? I am done with that, I am experimenting with NTFS and ext2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;Aneesh Needs Your Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Yah, Help is something that I love always, why not, I am ready to help anyone, then why can't I accept it, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;/strong&gt;Aneesh needs to meet a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Precisely.. I need to meet a woman. I am looking for it. Well I am daily meeting women, you know, not that kind of meeting, but that type of special MEETING. Just, waiting for my girl... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usual, I am not tagging anyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5948288923867200010?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5948288923867200010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/taggedagain.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5948288923867200010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5948288923867200010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/taggedagain.html' title='Aneesh needs'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1082256112083149622</id><published>2008-10-05T10:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:00:00.214+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kerala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Campus! Part Eight - Strike!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOeiMmwtifI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Nvhr8kM-0R8/s1600-h/st2jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOeiMmwtifI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Nvhr8kM-0R8/s320/st2jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253345827797961202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the title suggests, this post is about an eventful strike. Well, this is not a strike conducted by us, but by a political party. Since the strike came out of the blue than the usual announced way, no one was aware of it. Well, this happened some 5 years back when I was doing my graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember the exact reason for students strike, they don't need any particular reasons to have a strike. Our exams were going on at the time and after the exam, we came out of the campus to see a policeman running like an Olympic sprinter. We thought what the hell? 'N soon knew the reason when stones started showering  and missed him by a feet or two. It is then that we realized that a strike had started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOeiMmJErJI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mIG2emUhPKI/s320/st1jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253345827631705234" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing that it may get worse and we had to study for the exam for the next day, we slit up. Except for one of my friends and I, the rest had gone their way. Well, normally, I was not a kind of student who studies daily and had to do only a revision before the exam. On the contrary, my study time was during the study leave that I get just before the exams. So, I cannot afford missing even an hour on the day of an exam. There, I stood in a dilemma. How often do we get a chance to watch a dangerous strike happening right in front of us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my friend and I decided to wait for some time to see some dramatic moments. No sooner, came a bus than the students started hurling stones at it. This bus stopped right in front of us, just 8 foot away, on the other side of the road where we were standing. The passengers started screaming and got out of the bus. The driver too ran for his life. Well, the glasses of the bus got shattered by stones. They stopped throwing stones and came near the bus to throw what they called the petrol bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOejN8nb5yI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HBJotWHTqCM/s320/st3jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253346950356133666" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They threw this into the bus, it exploded with fire all over the bus. This happened a few times until the bus caught fire. We both were watching all this with very great interest. I knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things will get worse, once the police come to the scene. So, I urged my friend to leave. But he was too much interested in watching all this that he refused. Although, its the main road, no vehicle came that way after this. Things were getting pretty tense that after insisting a lot, he decided to come with me. To &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;catch the bus home, we had to walk a few kilometers '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; of the strike and all the roads had been barricaded by the police sniffing for the students responsible. The strike had went out of control and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lathi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;charge had happened some place a bit far from our campus. So, the police were looking for the students who merged into the crowd after the violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOeiMUkO3lI/AAAAAAAAAp8/1hi4FXGYZ6g/s320/lathi2jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253345822913781330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, I need to mention about my friend a bit. He was a nice guy, friendly, soft blah blah.. Only problem? his looks. Yeah, though he was in his early twenties, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he looked some thirty plus. Of course, he was senior to me by 2 or 3 years. But, he had this look of the villain in the Tamil movies with big moustache, bloodshot eyes and a heavy built physique. Well, he came to our college, after completing some course. When I first met him, I was a bit careful in talking to him '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he looked like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;criminal&lt;/span&gt; and his voice had this unusual bass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But, he became friendly with everyone, just like that. His looks never matched his character. So, what was I talking about? Yeah, our journey back home. Well, we both walked as though nothing has happened and we never dared to look at the cops' face fearing that they might suspect us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOeiMa2y8YI/AAAAAAAAAp0/QxNRoOvoQxw/s320/lathi1jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253345824602255746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was walking, one guy in his forties, suddenly came up to me and caught my right hand and turned  my palm. I was thinking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? Is this guy, some kind of homo?. What will you do, if someone catches your hand in the middle of a crowd for no reason? Well, I jerked my hand away and asked "what?". He just stood there and glared at me for a few moments and then walked away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was standing there wondering what the hell had just happened, when my friend started yelling at me. "you idiot, what did you just do? You think you are brave to behave like that, under these circumstances, to a cop? You are lucky that you got away. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;might've&lt;/span&gt; brought me in trouble too".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is then that I realised that the guy was not "just any man" but a cop in civil dress. I think I got away '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; of my looks too :) It is the opposite about what I said about my friend. Though I was 20, I looked 17 and this looks had helped me a hundred times in various situation. I, sometimes, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; of ignorance, behave rudely and get away '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they considered me as a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kid&lt;/span&gt;. I am not kidding, Seriously, it happened not once or twice, but several times. But it had its drawback also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, back to the story. After his yelling stopped, I told him it is his fault that we had to face these situations. Well, he looked scared where as I looked happy and confident and I wanted to tease him more and more. Well, I have this unusual habit of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scary problem&lt;/span&gt;. I never get scared when there is a situation in which everyone else is scared and I get scared when there is no reason to get scared. I am not saying I am brave or anything, but sometimes I don't know myself or how my mind works:) We walked a few minutes and came face to face with a group of cops, who came there just after a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lathi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; charge and was happy to see some of us and started checking each and every one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what happens, if a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;criminal&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kid &lt;/span&gt;get in front of them? Of course the criminal gets caught. That's exactly what had happened. They surrounded both of us. What happened next was really interesting and incredible. The cops' behaved as though I didn't exist there. Can you believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I too was with him, the cops never even looked at me. They started yelling at my friend asking "Will you *&amp;amp;^%$@@#* burn government properties? You will burn bus, eh? You *&amp;amp;^%$@@#*". They were talking in their usual &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prison language&lt;/span&gt;. The whole scene was filled with tension and danger of getting arrested or tortured by police. My friend was so scared that he started saying "Sir, I don't know, I didn't do. Here is my hall ticket, I had an exam blah blah blah...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This went on for about 10 minutes and they let us go '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; another group of real culprits were coming after us and they went after them. Well, my friend looked shattered and what life had left in him was gone when I teased him to death. After all, he was the one who made me wait there. 'N he had teased me about my cowardice. Huh! Finally, who was the real coward?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the one thing I still wonder about is "why did the cops behave as though I didn't exist?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1082256112083149622?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1082256112083149622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/campus-part-eight-strike.html#comment-form' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1082256112083149622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1082256112083149622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/campus-part-eight-strike.html' title='Campus! Part Eight - Strike!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOeiMmwtifI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Nvhr8kM-0R8/s72-c/st2jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5959127145280904998</id><published>2008-10-03T13:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:06:44.073+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical profession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malpractice'/><title type='text'>Medical Students and Exams!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOXLXOtGd5I/AAAAAAAAAps/t_Q9dJzRTtw/s1600-h/doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252828140342245266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOXLXOtGd5I/AAAAAAAAAps/t_Q9dJzRTtw/s320/doc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently came across a news on medical students doing malpractice in their exams and it's impact on the society. Well, what do you think about this? My opinion is, medical profession is entirely different from others, so passing exams, without knowing what they should know, will have a predominant effect on others than themselves. If you take any other field, you can learn from mistakes and even the mistakes that you make is not that critical; where as in medical profession, you are playing with the life of people. People who trust you with their life. 'N I am sure that those who have some humanity left in them, can never forget what has happened to someone 'coz of them and that memory will haunt them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterall, how do you feel, when you go to a doctor, get diagnosed and start taking medicines only to know later that he was a fake or his status is really bad? Do you ever feel like trusting a doctor again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People respect doctors 'coz of what they are, and if the new generation do something to get that status in the easiest way, well the rest is predictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5959127145280904998?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5959127145280904998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/medical-students-and-exams.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5959127145280904998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5959127145280904998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/10/medical-students-and-exams.html' title='Medical Students and Exams!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SOXLXOtGd5I/AAAAAAAAAps/t_Q9dJzRTtw/s72-c/doc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-3357046486993113743</id><published>2008-09-28T10:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:00:01.093+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Campus! Part Seven - Respect ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNuOVVJsXgI/AAAAAAAAAos/uPRG2nGEJBk/s1600-h/resp.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNuOVVJsXgI/AAAAAAAAAos/uPRG2nGEJBk/s320/resp.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249946287736643074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do you get respect? Just because you are a famous person, or you have a high paying job or you are in a foreign country, do everyone needs to respect you? We all are human beings, right? We do different jobs, that's it. You might be a lawyer, a doctor, an IT specialist, a farmer, a peasant or a student. Who, do you think, deserves more respect? Is it the doctor? No. Is it the peasant? No. Then who? Does respect depend on one's status? No.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen people always pestering saying "why can't you respect me? I am the principal" or I am the teacher or I am your friend. Respect is something, which comes from within, don't you agree?.&lt;br /&gt;While I was in college, I never greeted anyone whom I thought doesn't deserve respect. One fine morning, my friends and I were on our way to class and were walking through the veranda of our college&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNuOVSirDwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oI6dEKviuH4/s1600-h/tkm.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNuOVSirDwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oI6dEKviuH4/s320/tkm.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249946287036108546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Our principal was coming right towards us.&lt;br /&gt;we just looked at him and went past him to our class. Later, just after our lunch break, he came to our class and talked about respect. He mentioned that "some of you don't know what respect is and you don't know you've to greet your principal. I am the principal, why can't you respect me?".&lt;br /&gt;We were thinking, "what's his problem? why is he telling he is the principal? He don't know he is the principal?".  And the greeting thing, well, is it a de-facto standard to say "Good Morning and Good afternoon" when ever you meet a person, whom you respect?.&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, when ever some meetings are there, he'll always mention this incident of disrespect.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we hadn't changed a bit. When ever we saw him, we would tell each other, "see! He is the principal". There was a saying between us which goes like "The watchman deserves more respect than the principal".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-3357046486993113743?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/3357046486993113743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/campus-part-seven-respect-me.html#comment-form' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3357046486993113743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3357046486993113743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/campus-part-seven-respect-me.html' title='Campus! Part Seven - Respect ME!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNuOVVJsXgI/AAAAAAAAAos/uPRG2nGEJBk/s72-c/resp.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-9008017812938088478</id><published>2008-09-26T20:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:36:22.469+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Movie Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNz6KmSQXtI/AAAAAAAAApU/aN7pBbtHddY/s1600-h/schindler.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNz6KmSQXtI/AAAAAAAAApU/aN7pBbtHddY/s320/schindler.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250346325589909202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been tagged by a number of times by my various friends out here. This time, I am tagging each and everyone in my blogroll. Well, it is all about movies. Rules? There are no rules. I have a few questions, you need to answer it. :) If you have any difficulty in answering any of the questions, feel free to answer only the one's you like. Ok, here are the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Name five of your all time favourite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really difficult question for I myself LOL. First of all, I watch a lot of movies mainly English, on various genre. So, in the action movies there are classics, similarly in comedy, family, kids.. Anyway, I am posting here, the movies that comes to my mind right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Schindler's List&lt;br /&gt;2. Titanic&lt;br /&gt;3. The Beaches&lt;br /&gt;4. The mighty&lt;br /&gt;5. Gladiator/Troy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Name one movie which you recommend as a "must see".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schindler's List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch it and you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; The one and only one movie that you've seen the most number of times [watching on TV won't count].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Age - part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched this movie not many times, but I can barely watch a movie more than once with the same interest as I watch the first time. Well, this is one of the movies that made me watch more than once. Don't know why. But, I didn't like the 2nd and 3rd part as much as the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; which movie comes to your mind first, when you think about the funniest movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; which movie made you really emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mighty, The Beaches, Bridge to Terabithia, Titanic... lots and lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Which movie series, do you think, was as interesting as the first part in the series?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bourne series, Die Hard, Lord of the rings, Indiana Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Which movie, according to you, didn't live up to your expectations, after all the hype you've heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; which movie, really surprised you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONG BAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:- Well, I do want to know your taste in movies, so that, if I missed some classics, I can watch it. That's the real purpose of this post. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-9008017812938088478?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/9008017812938088478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-tag.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9008017812938088478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9008017812938088478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-tag.html' title='Movie Tag'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNz6KmSQXtI/AAAAAAAAApU/aN7pBbtHddY/s72-c/schindler.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5470965271072461547</id><published>2008-09-24T19:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:58:55.354+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><title type='text'>Are you crazy?</title><content type='html'>Are you cra&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNpNissoN_I/AAAAAAAAAoU/aBEjpdlR0Oc/s1600-h/crick.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNpNissoN_I/AAAAAAAAAoU/aBEjpdlR0Oc/s320/crick.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249593574162970610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zy about anything? Well, I was. I was crazy about Cricket. Huh! Can't think about it now. I used to dream that I am on one side of the pitch hitting sixers, while Sachin is on the runners end looking at me, astonished at my batting LOL. That was some time back. Well, you know what happened. I used to bunk classes to watch matches. Well, what will happen? Since, I was a die-hard fan of Indian team, normally I will always be heart broken after a match. Well, this way, my heart broke a thousand times and I lost my hope on our cricket team and started liking football. So, no need to say, my favorite team loses the match most of the times. So, I started hating sports.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sports is just one thing. I was a fan of pop stars. Guess what? when I started liking them, they'll come up with some crap songs and the album will be a flop or bad news about them will be flashing on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNpNjDx0ljI/AAAAAAAAAok/vfxwnEP5y2w/s1600-h/kajol.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNpNjDx0ljI/AAAAAAAAAok/vfxwnEP5y2w/s320/kajol.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249593580358768178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started liking movie stars, they got married to some idiots.. Cool!!&lt;br /&gt;So, I understood that it's not their problem, 'N that I need to change. So, Now I am crazy about nothing.. So, now I am in full peace. I guess I have attained Nirvana. Duh! A really young age to attain such a thing, right? I guess, its better to be at peace, than to worry about some crap things that I have no control. So, you might be thinking, won't I enjoy music now? Won't I enjoy movies now? won't I enjoy sports now?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the answer is Yes, Yes and Yes. Now, I enjoy music and not a particular singers music, but MUSIC. I enjoy movies, not when my favorite actor is in the movie, but when the MOVIE is good. 'N I enjoy sports too, not when my favorite team or player is playing, but when I watch a quality game in play.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, have you ever been crazy about anything and disappointed 'coz of that? Did your craziness change, like mine? Tell me. So what yah think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt; gave me an Outstanding Blogger Award, thanks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt; for thinking that I am an outstanding blogger..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5470965271072461547?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5470965271072461547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-crazy.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5470965271072461547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5470965271072461547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-crazy.html' title='Are you crazy?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNpNissoN_I/AAAAAAAAAoU/aBEjpdlR0Oc/s72-c/crick.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6115326569909131553</id><published>2008-09-21T04:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T04:59:01.126+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pulikali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Campus! Part Six - Onam Experience!!</title><content type='html'>Onam's still in the air. So, today's post is related to our Onam celebration that happened at our campus. Well, it was Onam time and we were having some small kind of celebrations at our college. There was food, competition and all. So, everything was going fine. But, you know, that had some kind of discipline and all. We didn't like it. So, we were looking for some kind of variety but didn't know what to do. So, we went outside our campus and was waiting near a shop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNJmPx4qqiI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zhmqnsw51Ug/s1600-h/p1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNJmPx4qqiI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zhmqnsw51Ug/s320/p1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368937115134498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, there comes a small group of people who performs the pulikali.&lt;br /&gt;Pulikali is a kind of dance that is normally performed during the Onam festival. It is like this, people will be painted in the color/stripes of Tiger and they'll wear a mask also, which makes them a human tiger. There will be drumbeats(chenda beats) to dance according to the beat. A hunter also will be thereto shoot down the tiger. So, as the drum rolls faster the dance becomes faster and finally the hunter shoots down the tiger. That's the whole thing. [See the pics]&lt;br /&gt;So, we were waiting for something to happen and it was then &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNJmQKA4XSI/AAAAAAAAAng/mNPBcEMNZbE/s1600-h/p2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNJmQKA4XSI/AAAAAAAAAng/mNPBcEMNZbE/s320/p2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368943592037666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that these people came there. We invited them to our campus without the principal's permission and they started performing. Hearing the drum roll, all the students assembled to see what's going on. The tiger started dancing and so did we. The principal also came out hearing all this. This made us dance more. We jumped to the group of tigers and danced with them. When everything was over, we escaped to the crowd and the people who performed this started asking for money :)&lt;br /&gt;We, who brought them, were no where to be seen and the principal had to give them some money from his own pocket. Some of the students who were there, also gave their share. So, we had what we wanted, some kind of freak out.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't end there. After the celebrations, principal called the parents of those who had danced and told them that "Your son had came to college after drinking and he danced in here". Just like that, we were labeled as drinkers, all we did was some kind of dancing. Well, all our parents were brought to the college and the usual ramblings about us went on. Everything settled finally without much trouble :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6115326569909131553?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6115326569909131553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/campus-part-six-onam-experience.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6115326569909131553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6115326569909131553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/campus-part-six-onam-experience.html' title='Campus! Part Six - Onam Experience!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SNJmPx4qqiI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zhmqnsw51Ug/s72-c/p1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2016050905185846180</id><published>2008-09-18T18:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:34:00.097+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Jokes, Jokes and Jokes Only!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SM4UoC7p4KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/q9NccQ15dQ0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SM4UoC7p4KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/q9NccQ15dQ0/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246153294147608738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is meant for laughing.&lt;br /&gt;So, those who don't want to laugh don't go ahead. Here are some of the selected jokes. Hope, you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;If you were able to at least smile once, after reading this, then this post has attained its objective. Be ready to laugh, and make sure you certainly laugh at least once after reading each of the joke, even though you don't feel like laughing :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies hostel caught fire. It took One hour to bring the fire under control and another three hours to bring the firemen under CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is dying of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;His son asked him "Dad, why do you keep telling people you are dying of AIDS".&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Son, when I am dead, no one will care and touch your mother".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Mom, why am I black and you white?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Listen my son, Considering all the things I did years ago, you should be thankful to God that you are not BARKING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time table of today's youngsters -&lt;br /&gt;Monday SEE, Tuesday LOVE, Wednesday MARRIAGE, Thursday FIGHT, Friday DIVORCE, Saturday REST, Sunday NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After death, God told us all, to write down our sins on a sheet of paper. After sometime, from the back seat, I heard your sweet voice "Additional sheet please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun makes moon shine, current makes bulbs shine, Wax makes candles shine, but I'm really confused, what makes your teeth shine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem on positive thinking:&lt;br /&gt;Little bird in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Dropping shit into your eye,&lt;br /&gt;You don't worry, you don't cry,&lt;br /&gt;You just thank God, that cows don't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy. You know why? 'coz I am lucky. You know why? 'coz God loves me. You know how? He sent a nice friend to me. You know who? It's not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle Twinkle little star,&lt;br /&gt;You should know what you are,&lt;br /&gt;Once you know what you are,&lt;br /&gt;mental hospital is not so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see the sky, I see you&lt;br /&gt;When I see the stars, I see you&lt;br /&gt;When I see the moon, I see you&lt;br /&gt;Please move, you are always blocking my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many happy returns of the day. What you thought? If you don't tell me, I won't remember? Today is animals' day. You naughty, where is party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you honestly from my heart dear. You believe it or not, it's true. Your's just one smile makes 100s of girls...  die. Save girls..... Brush daily!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning! Have a horrible day with out water in your bathroom while soap in your eyes. Oh!! Sorry!! This message is not for you. It's only for those who bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I'll die and go out of your life forever, please do buy some nice and beautiful flowers for my grave from the money you are saving by not sending me messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone says you are a dog, be cool. When someone says you are a pig, relax. But, when someone says you are beautiful, don't wait, punch him right on his nose, even jokes have it's limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is ageless, Love is boundless, Heart beats are countless, 'N friends like you are hopeless, Oops.. Shameless, Che.. sorry, Useless, Aiyo.. Extremely sorry, priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the future generation. Don't marry and make a woman happy. In fact, remain a bachelor and make several women happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OKay, Don't forget to choose your favorite joke too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: if you've heard any of these, somewhere else, don't blame me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-2016050905185846180?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2016050905185846180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/jokes-jokes-and-jokes-only.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2016050905185846180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2016050905185846180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/jokes-jokes-and-jokes-only.html' title='Jokes, Jokes and Jokes Only!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SM4UoC7p4KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/q9NccQ15dQ0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-276114800345384916</id><published>2008-09-16T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:49:00.541+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telepathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pray'/><title type='text'>The Sure Thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMe9FtUgKKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/95Lt27xggiU/s1600-h/pray.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMe9FtUgKKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/95Lt27xggiU/s320/pray.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244368196858816674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prayer is a powerful thing that can break the unbreakables, cure the uncurable and that makes the impossible possible. I have heard these more than a hundred times and believed in it once and still have some belief. But, is there a thing that has 100% surety? Can prayer make anything possible? Then why didn't people pray for eternal peace in this world? The truth is, people did pray for these but it will never happen. I've seen a documentary on the mysteries in The History Channel. Once I saw about Telepathy. The documentary states US govt. had researched on telepathy and found some stunning results. but, the problem is, it is not accurate. The people who claims they have the power, can accurately point out things that is impossible for a normal person. but, the thing is, they can't always be correct. out of the ten things they say, five or six will be correct and the rest is not.&lt;br /&gt;And there are yet another phenomenon in which people conduct mass prayer sessions claiming they can cure diseases and do impossible. Of course, there are 100s of people who claims that their disease got cured 'coz of the prayer. And some or most of these cases might be genuine. However, is this possible for all? Will everyone who go there to pray get cured? The answer is definitely no. Otherwise, we might not need any hospitals, right?&lt;br /&gt;I know there are a lot of people out there who believes in this. I too want to believe it. It will be great, if we can achieve anything by praying, right? Sometimes, it work for some people. But, at all times, it will not work for all. So, Is there a sure thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is just my thought. It is not meant for laughing at or contradicting others belief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-276114800345384916?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/276114800345384916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/sure-thing.html#comment-form' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/276114800345384916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/276114800345384916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/sure-thing.html' title='The Sure Thing!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMe9FtUgKKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/95Lt27xggiU/s72-c/pray.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-3621800118717192192</id><published>2008-09-14T04:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T04:18:00.343+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahabali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kerala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Onam Nostalgia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since it is Onam celebrations here this week, I would like to share my Onam nostalgia with you. Onam was always a brilliant and unique experience to me, especially when I was a kid. First of all, we will get ten days of holiday 'coz of Onam and just before school closes for Onam, our first term exams will be over. So, we had nothing to worry about and ten days full of enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMvvnyNr4-I/AAAAAAAAAm4/uS4oSyvi_Hg/s320/swingjpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245549657776186338" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a heavenly feeling. We could do what we wish. Onam special games will be there, especially the huge swing is what we look forward to. This swing, that we call "anjal oonjal" is made by tying a huge rope between two coconut trees and another two ropes of the swing will be tied to this rope's middle. It is not the normal swing that we see in parks. This will be at least three times longer. Playing in swing gave us the first feel of rollercoaster. We will push ourselves to the limit while in swing, doing tricks that only circus people do and swinging at high speed gave us the first adrenaline rush. Those of you, who have been in roller coaster or something like that, might know the feeling that comes inside your chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMvvnfxD8DI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Wj6WUcUza7k/s320/athamjpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245549652824289330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then daily morning we made "athapookalam", which is made using flowers of various colors and types, usually circular in shape. See the picture. Daily morning, we will replace the flowers with fresh ones. Sometimes, we went around and stole flowers from other people's compound. The process is like this -- for ten days, we have to make this "athapookalam" and will remove this on the tenth day which is thiruonam or main Onam. We didn't maintain that ten day period 'coz most of the times, our exams will be over only five days before Onam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now going to the food part, another exciting part of Onam. Certainly, one of the most delicious food I ever had is the Onam feast, purely vegetarian, that happens only once in an year. It is not just the eating part; though kids, we will be involved in cooking also, helping our grand father and grand mother, hearing their childhood stories, how feast is prepared, watching food being cooked, it's a feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ing that can only be experienced. The center of attraction of food is what we call "payasam". This, those who have tasted, know how delicious it is. "Payasam" is a combination of a lot of sweet smelling, tasty materials. So, as kids, it was our job to take these things from store to kitchen. On its way to kitchen, some of these will go into the kitchen and some of it will go into our stomachs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMvvniPzAYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/x7vRxGgSQ10/s320/foodjpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245549653490073986" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important part of this occasion is the feast(lunch) itself. On Onam day, the feast is prepared only at our family house, where our grand father and grand mother live. We all are living near by, but on that day every one will get together at this house and together prepare the feast. We will all have food together, everyone sitting together around a big table and having food, adults gossiping about international/national/local/home affairs, we kids listening and gossiping our own little stories. That was the real Onam. Now, we all grew up, everything’s changed. Only one day leave for Onam. Today's Onam is all hi-tech. Everyone's bu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sy. Now, everyone prepares their own food and share with us, we do the same. But, it doesn't have the warmth or love of the old days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I myself have changed. Now, my Onam is all about going out with friends, to some place, have fun. But its repetition, it's the same thing that we do on a weekend, or on a holiday or Christmas. Is it really celebration? No, It is time passing, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for most of the people, Onam, like other days, is all about sitting in front of the TV, at their own home, ordering Onam specials from restaurants. Watching the blah, blah about some movie stars, watching some boring live shows. Even TV programs are now boring, isn't it? Some time back, only on special days, do we get a chance to see the movie stars on TV or a star studded live show. That had its effect. But now, daily we are watching stars on TV, watching live shows daily, reality shows daily, No variety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I know, there might be people out there wondering what this Onam is all about. For them, here is a short note about what I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is believed that, once up on a time, a king called Mahabali [Name is Bali, Maha is similar to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahatma in Mahatma Gandhi] ruled Kerala. He was a really good king. A man of principles and values. Every one respected him and his fame reached even heaven. During his time, people lived happily and in prosperity. There was no crime, no poverty or anything bad. His country became equal to heaven in all aspects. The devas' became envious and anxious about Mahabali's fame and complained to Maha vishnu. Well, vishnu came to earth as vamanan and asked Mahabali for three foot of land. Mahabali, being a king who never rejects any requests, allowed v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMvwT7tcfSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/PYO6QLQQ7MY/s320/mahabalijpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245550416239557922" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amanan to take three foot of land according to his wish. So, suddenly, vamanan grew big and with his two &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feet, he had taken all Mahabali had. So, since there is no place to get his third foot of land, Mahabali showed his own head for vamanan to place his feet and vamanan pushed Mahabali to underground. Since Mahabali was a man of principles, vamanan allowed Mahabali to ask for a single boon and all he asked was to see his people once in an year. So, it is said that once in an year, Mahabali comes to visit his people to see how they are doing and in memory of that Onam is celebrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am hearing this story since I was born. I still don't know, why Mahabali was sent to the underground. What did the gods want? No peace on earth? May be you could tell me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS:- This Onam, I was planning to go out with my friends for a trekking trip. But what happened was, right on the day of Onam, I fell sick with fever. I was affected with some kind of sneezing fit. All day and night, I was sneezing unstoppable, like a machine gun, with out any reason. My nose was like a water pump and I thought I will sneeze my brain out through my nose. [Egyptians took the brain out that way, right? Of course, not by sneezing, though]. That's why I haven't come to the blogville. But, now I am feeling better and my trip was dropped. So, this Onam, I celebrated on my bed sneezing. Now, that is a variety, isn't it? I hope there won't be any repetition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-3621800118717192192?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/3621800118717192192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/onam-nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3621800118717192192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3621800118717192192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/onam-nostalgia.html' title='Onam Nostalgia!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMvvnyNr4-I/AAAAAAAAAm4/uS4oSyvi_Hg/s72-c/swingjpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-4645923530081434077</id><published>2008-09-11T17:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:24:00.792+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kerala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malayali'/><title type='text'>Onam Wishes!!!</title><content type='html'>It's Onam here. I am wishing all people in blogville a happy onam; especially all the malayalees out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfY92UZdEI/AAAAAAAAAko/G42-LWacM4k/s1600-h/kerala55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfY92UZdEI/AAAAAAAAAko/G42-LWacM4k/s320/kerala55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244398848160920642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfYf2hTwDI/AAAAAAAAAkg/PnNO6CsnkZk/s1600-h/07onam_pookkalam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfYf2hTwDI/AAAAAAAAAkg/PnNO6CsnkZk/s320/07onam_pookkalam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244398332818997298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfV15d-EQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_CWM98B24jc/s1600-h/onam-wallpaper+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfi4Hs1EEI/AAAAAAAAAkw/fPWEHsqWY0Y/s320/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244409744863858754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfi4t-W9LI/AAAAAAAAAlA/JPNbsgjZ4FU/s1600-h/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfi4t-W9LI/AAAAAAAAAlA/JPNbsgjZ4FU/s320/image2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244409755137930418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfi4xCZCpI/AAAAAAAAAlI/AyHWF4t3Ohg/s1600-h/image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfi4xCZCpI/AAAAAAAAAlI/AyHWF4t3Ohg/s320/image3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244409755960150674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfi5MsBg4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/5gLwSauGWl4/s1600-h/image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfi5MsBg4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/5gLwSauGWl4/s320/image4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244409763382526850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-4645923530081434077?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/4645923530081434077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/onam-wishes.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4645923530081434077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4645923530081434077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/onam-wishes.html' title='Onam Wishes!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMfY92UZdEI/AAAAAAAAAko/G42-LWacM4k/s72-c/kerala55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8043111995240144119</id><published>2008-09-09T19:15:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:35:54.329+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Phoenix &amp; Priya!!</title><content type='html'>After having rest for some days, I am again tagged LOL. This time by &lt;a href="http://rakamajumdar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phoenix &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://pjsexperiences.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have already mentioned the quirks about me. So, I'll go for the second part of the post which is I need to post your desktop and few of your favorite quotes. First of all, I don't have a personalized desktop. I never keep any pictures on my desktop. 'N I just formatted and reinstalled everything. So, I guess, that's why it looks so boring.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMK_qlN9FQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/nXsJpA07e_A/s320/desk.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242963654478730498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on, the other part is I have to post my favorite quotes.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here we go. I'm going to be a bit different here. I am not posting any popular quotes of famous people. For that you may refer my other blog &lt;a href="http://inspirationalquotez.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inspiration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I am going to post some quotes, that I found Interesting. This include some SMS that I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Respect those friends who find TIME for you in their time table, but love those friends who DON'T CONSULT their time table when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You are accused of crawling into my heart and hijacking my smiles with your love. You are sentenced to be my friend for ever, No Bail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) One day I read smoking is bad, I stopped smoking. One day I read drinking is bad, I stopped drinking. One day I read marriage is bad, I stopped reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Smiles are love birds. They fly from face to face. May your lips give them the best nest, so that they can live there for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Life is a book of mystery. You never know which page'll bring a good twist in the story. Keep on reading, 'coz happiness comes when it's most unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Life is like this - Just when we get all the answers of life... God changes the question paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) It is ordinary to love the marvellous, but it is marvellous to love the ordinary. Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a great deal to love a leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final tag is also by Priya and the question is "what kind of a day would you want to be?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want a day in my childhood summer holiday. If no, any day will do. I can make my own day interesting in many ways :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for not tagging anyone :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least. Another award its the blogging friends for ever award again by Priya. Thanks dear, you are  a sweet friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMT6OD2xgFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Uh3OULyVUHo/s1600-h/award+by+pj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMT6OD2xgFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Uh3OULyVUHo/s320/award+by+pj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243590985626255442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for all the awards -- Keshi and Anwesa for Brilliant web log award and Priya for Blogging friends for ever award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8043111995240144119?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8043111995240144119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-phoenix-priya.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8043111995240144119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8043111995240144119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-phoenix-priya.html' title='Tagged by Phoenix &amp; Priya!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SMK_qlN9FQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/nXsJpA07e_A/s72-c/desk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-4246200878875308512</id><published>2008-09-07T04:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-07T04:28:00.656+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre degree'/><title type='text'>Campus! Part Five - A Bus Journey!!</title><content type='html'>One of the best days in my campus life was when I was studying for predegree [Now +2]. It was like the feeling of a bird, which was allowed to flew out after living in a cage since it was born. No need to say the school days till 10th right? Everywhere around, people will be looking at you as kids, bossing you around all times, lot of advice and other crap. Well, when I passed out&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLwU-DO85JI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8IIM_OJA0l0/s1600-h/crowd.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLwU-DO85JI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8IIM_OJA0l0/s320/crowd.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241087122604876946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the 10th and went to my first college, it was like heaven. We could do whatever we want, can go whereever we want. No more bossing around 'coz we won't listen any more :) 'N most important thing is most of the decisions were made my us instead of parents, wow! that's another change, isn't it?&lt;div&gt;I used to go to the college by bus, government bus to be specific . Our college was near a beach and it was a bit far from city. So, I have to catch a bus from my home and drop near the main juntion and catch another from there, which is the bus to our college. Although, it is a government bus, we students made it a college bus. There were other private vehicle services through the same route and the people there used to go in that, they will never get in the college bus, may be they don't want to spoil our fun or they couldn't suffer our nuissance and other fun.This happened when I was in the junior most class in the college, we were the kids in the college.&lt;br /&gt;We had Pre-degree, degree, PG, Phd. Although we were the kids, the pre-degree students were the one who were causing most problems 'coz they were immature and the most exploited one too [by political parties for throwing stones while conducting strikes].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, our normal bus journey starts like this. Everyone will get in to the bus from the main junction. The bus will be overcrowded, in the footboard alone there will be close to 15+ people. On our way to college, in some of the places, the road was really bad with lot of bumps and ditches. Whenever the bus goes over one of these, there will be a deafening sound of foot board hitting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLwU-f3Np6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BeePBmPEzyQ/s1600-h/sing.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLwU-f3Np6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BeePBmPEzyQ/s320/sing.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241087130289940386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/scraping with the road. We'll wait for this and when it happens we'll scream at the top of our voice as if we were going to die and crying out HELP HELP LOL. Well, just imagine 70+ people screaming at the top of their voice! At first, people staying near the place used to run out from their house to see what is happening :), but when it became daily, they stopped coming blaming our pranks. Well, we had other fun activities in the bus including singing, mimicry etc and when we reach the destination, we'll stop all these by singing our national anthem :) [Jana gana mana].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on one day, as usual we were in our bus with all the fun, no body noticed a guy was in our bus, who was not from our college. Everybody ignored him 'coz its a rare incident, everyone thought he'll be a relative of someone. What happened was, after a few minutes, a girl standing next to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLwU-X_L2CI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3blp1ICpbk4/s1600-h/girl+cry.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLwU-X_L2CI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3blp1ICpbk4/s320/girl+cry.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241087128175892514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; him started crying. Everyone was stunned. So, our seniors immediately caught this person who was somewhere in his late 30's and started shouting at him "what did you do?". He said he didn't do anything. Then why is she crying was the question and I don't know was his answer. They asked the girl what had happened, but she won't even say a word, she was just crying. So, they gave a seat for her and cornered this guy. He was terrified when the whole college turned towards him. Obviously he did SOMETHING, that we don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of our senior lost their temper and started to beat up this guy, but other intervened and stopped it saying "not in the bus". Well, when the bus reached the next stop, this guy suddenly told the bu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLwU-MZu5iI/AAAAAAAAAVA/b-LaMkUUisE/s1600-h/culp.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLwU-MZu5iI/AAAAAAAAAVA/b-LaMkUUisE/s320/culp.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241087125066016290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s conductor to stop the bus, that he need to get down there. But, our seniors said, "you are not going anywhere, you can come with us to college and we'll show you all around our college". So, the bus was not allowed to stop and we all thought that certainly the guy will be beaten to death 'coz our college had lot of political parties and lot of our seniors were in these parties and they were good in conducting strikes, beating up people and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no need to tell, how that guy looked. We thought he will have a heart attack that moment and he kept telling, I need to get down now, now, now. So, finally some of the senior most students in our college warned him, never to get in to our bus and let him go. Well, I am sure that he'll never ever in his life will do that SOMETHING again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-4246200878875308512?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/4246200878875308512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/campus-part-five-bus-journey.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4246200878875308512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4246200878875308512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/campus-part-five-bus-journey.html' title='Campus! Part Five - A Bus Journey!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLwU-DO85JI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8IIM_OJA0l0/s72-c/crowd.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-4903975048954745737</id><published>2008-09-04T18:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:36:00.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='value'/><title type='text'>Valuable and Cheap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SL-z78dyIXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ztYwJS44ZVw/s1600-h/bb.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SL-z78dyIXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ztYwJS44ZVw/s320/bb.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242106333707247986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful things or moments are only happening to others. Oh! they are luky, WOW! how did they get that? How often have we thought about these? Haven't you atleast once thought like this? Yah, we always think good things happens only to other people. But, we are forgetting that, for others, we are the other people. So, next time, look into yourself, see what you've got. What you see is what you want. If you see yourself as pathetic, unlucky, helpless, then that's how things will be. Appreciate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;After all, think about a world when each and every one of us is an Einstein. Then who will enjoy the outcome of inventions? If everyone is a Marilyn Monroe, then beauty will lose its value. It's sand, dust, rocks and other cheap things that make gold and diamond valuable. Each one has it's own value. We need to see its value not it's cheapness. Next time, when you see a pig rolling around in dirt, don't think "what a dirty thing" Instead try "See! it enjoys even in dirt!". Miracles do appear, if your eyes are open for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-4903975048954745737?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/4903975048954745737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/valuable-and-cheap.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4903975048954745737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4903975048954745737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/valuable-and-cheap.html' title='Valuable and Cheap'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SL-z78dyIXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ztYwJS44ZVw/s72-c/bb.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2374233360336354150</id><published>2008-09-03T19:25:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:33:16.829+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Outing &amp; Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SL6X_1QMzWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2ofbWXLE0eU/s1600-h/estu.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SL6X_1QMzWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2ofbWXLE0eU/s320/estu.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241794139188415842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a team outing to an island resort here. Almost 70 people were there. It was total fun. Fun fun and fun only. We danced all the way in the bus, shouting at the poor driver and the cleaner to change the song whenever there is some slow song. It was a nice experience in the resort. Till the day before the outing, the climate was good. But, don't know what had happened, when we went for outing, it was raining heavily. But even the rain couldn't dampen our spirits. After the dance in the bus, we had another round of dance in the conference room after&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SL6X_pUk78I/AAAAAAAAAVY/L9HBk5OdT_Y/s1600-h/beach.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SL6X_pUk78I/AAAAAAAAAVY/L9HBk5OdT_Y/s320/beach.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241794135985549250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the team meeting.&lt;br /&gt;We had an awful lunch. The food had no taste at all. But, every one was tired after all these. So, had to eat, then we split into different groups and went to different places. Some, went to beach, some went to swimming pool. My friends and I went to play cricket. Everything was going fine till we changed to football. One of my friends and I changed to football, others still played cricket. So, for almost an hour, we played football with no problems, but after that what happened was I tried a long range shot. All I heard was the sound of shattering glass.&lt;br /&gt;Oops. There was some kind of big light there, right in the middle of the cocunut trees. I wonder, why I didn't see it before. Well, it was shattered in to pieces. I just took the ball and walked as though nothing had happened with an innocent face. But, the security had already seen it. He took the phone and talked to some one. I had no choice and I went to him and asked what should be done. He said they'll take care of it and will let me know. I was thinking "why me?". But, then I was relieved to hear that our bus hit two lamps while taking reverse. At least I'm not alone in the destruction of public properties :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SL6aF20_phI/AAAAAAAAAVo/EnlvqicBaOs/s1600-h/awd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SL6aF20_phI/AAAAAAAAAVo/EnlvqicBaOs/s320/awd4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241796441713649170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Yesterday I got an award from &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;keshi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;today(Sep 5th) by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anwesa&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks dear, for choosing me for the award :) So, I am supposed to pass this award to some one else. I know, almost all here have got the award. So, after careful scrutiny I am going for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thanamoi, arun, lukkydivz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;prajyot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-2374233360336354150?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2374233360336354150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/outing-award.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2374233360336354150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2374233360336354150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/outing-award.html' title='Outing &amp; Award'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SL6X_1QMzWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2ofbWXLE0eU/s72-c/estu.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6008120892931570437</id><published>2008-09-01T17:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:33:22.052+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frienship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>The Unfortunate !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLvZ_AynwaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ubrdrnn5vgA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLvZ_AynwaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ubrdrnn5vgA/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241022267943010722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lost one of my good friends in a bike accident last Thursday. I went to his home with my friends, but couldn't see his face, we were a bit late and the usual ceremonies were almost over. Well, I must say it was better, it is always good to remember him as he always was, than to remember a lifeless face, isn't it? He was certainly one of the funniest/jovial guy I ever knew, he was liked by all the teachers/students without an exception. I will certainly share his jokes with you all one day.&lt;br /&gt;'N yah, I missed my Sunday post too. Well, on saturday, some kind of good virus got in to my PC and after opening the browser, if I take a new tab, the system will get stuck. Well, I wasn't home yesterday, we had a team outing and that certainly raised my spirits. So, I came back formatted and reinstalled everything yesterday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6008120892931570437?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6008120892931570437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/unfortunate.html#comment-form' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6008120892931570437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6008120892931570437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/09/unfortunate.html' title='The Unfortunate !!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLvZ_AynwaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ubrdrnn5vgA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6895214883201778503</id><published>2008-08-29T17:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:35:00.957+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><title type='text'>Best Poem, by an African Kid!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLaUyFSWB0I/AAAAAAAAATw/3pnK-h_Q7UU/s1600-h/bw.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239538804625639234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLaUyFSWB0I/AAAAAAAAATw/3pnK-h_Q7UU/s400/bw.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem, Written by an African Kid&lt;br /&gt;When I born, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I go in Sun, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I scared, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I sick, I black&lt;br /&gt;And when I die, I still black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you white fellow&lt;br /&gt;When you born, you pink&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up, you white&lt;br /&gt;When you go in sun, you red&lt;br /&gt;When you cold, you blue&lt;br /&gt;When you scared, you yellow&lt;br /&gt;When you sick, you green&lt;br /&gt;And when you die, you gray&lt;br /&gt;And you calling me colored?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6895214883201778503?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6895214883201778503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-poem-by-african-kid.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6895214883201778503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6895214883201778503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-poem-by-african-kid.html' title='Best Poem, by an African Kid!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLaUyFSWB0I/AAAAAAAAATw/3pnK-h_Q7UU/s72-c/bw.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-3464375953633001262</id><published>2008-08-27T19:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:19:12.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Smile!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLVa61xP4_I/AAAAAAAAATA/gb7FQj_XZgI/s1600-h/smile.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLVa61xP4_I/AAAAAAAAATA/gb7FQj_XZgI/s400/smile.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239193708427994098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling… Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;And even more beautiful is knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a reason for others to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is born happy ..&lt;br /&gt;But all of us are born with the ability to create happiness ..&lt;br /&gt;So from today onwards, be happy and make others happy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about whether you have a good or a bad smile, just flash your sweetest smile..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-3464375953633001262?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/3464375953633001262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/smile.html#comment-form' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3464375953633001262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3464375953633001262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/smile.html' title='Smile!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLVa61xP4_I/AAAAAAAAATA/gb7FQj_XZgI/s72-c/smile.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-4845606484026775627</id><published>2008-08-24T22:05:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:40:43.330+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Campus! Part Four - Cooking!!</title><content type='html'>Today, I had to go for one of my friend's wedding and I met my old pals. It was FUN!! :) That's why the post today is late :) OK, so here' another of my experiences :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLGU_2Se2UI/AAAAAAAAASg/Rtp2xiOssII/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLGU_2Se2UI/AAAAAAAAASg/Rtp2xiOssII/s400/kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238131666234300738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few of my friends and I stayed for sometime, about 5 months, near my college. So, it was a big old house. There were rumors that someone had died there by hanging herself. 'N only a few rooms including the kitchen were opened to us. So, it had a haunted feeling, all together. Only I had slept there alone, 'coz of no other choice, at night :). We had our food from a near by restaurant. Although we had all the necessary things for cooking, most of us were lazy to do some cooking and no one knows it well. The only thing we did was boiling water for drinking and making tea :), that even have to be done by me. If I didn't boil the water, then no one will drink water for the day except when going to restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Well, on one day, we bought some milk from the near by house and decided to make tea. So, I was making the tea, when one of my friends came to kitchen. Well, this friend of mine, let's call him Mr.P, is really scared of ghosts and our kitchen is in the most scariest place of the house which is really far from the main rooms and the house is in a huge compound. So, if we are in the kitchen alone, we could feel creepy. I was alone there lot of times and had to look back a number of times to see if anyone was there 'coz I felt something :) Mr.P rarely comes to kitchen alone and this is one of the rarest times when he came to help me. So, I told him this is one of the remarkable days that you came to help me. [There's no help needed to make tea LOL; that's another thing :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLGVFAyTQlI/AAAAAAAAASo/fWX2eFo5SKM/s1600-h/cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLGVFAyTQlI/AAAAAAAAASo/fWX2eFo5SKM/s400/cook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238131754951459410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I put some tea powder and milk; and was waiting. I told Mr.P to watch and went to the front room to tell my friends of this. Within seconds, Mr.P who was in kitchen came back with us. So, I went back to kitchen and found that he had covered it with some plate. Finally, everything's done and the tea was ready. We divided it among ourselves. Mr.P and I drank it quickly and Mr.P said since he helped me, the tea had a special taste. One of the other friends took one glass and accidentally spilled some of the tea over his hands. Within seconds, something came up in his hands, we thought it might be blisters, but it suddenly took a solid white shape. Well, what is it?? There it is!! Melted candle.&lt;br /&gt;OOh!!! That time we read in newspaper that certain people uses candle wax with milk to make it appear good. So, we confirmed the milk is bad [Oops, we both drank it] and told the neighbors not to use the milk and we threw out the rest of the milk and tea. But, our neighbors told us, they &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLGVL7vbD3I/AAAAAAAAASw/1J5M89mTXdM/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLGVL7vbD3I/AAAAAAAAASw/1J5M89mTXdM/s400/candle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238131873856294770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had no problems and they'll check. Well, first we thought that the mysterious ghosts might have done the trick but later, we went back to the kitchen and did a thorough check. Guess what? Mr.P covered the boiling water with a plate which had a candle on it, that we used the other night :) He didn't notice it, neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we thought, the next morning we'll have problems with our stomach, but luckily, nothing out of the ordinary happened :). 'N Tell you what? The next day the story spread all around our college that we found a new ingredient to make special tea that tastes special!! Yeah and the tea is called Ghost Tea!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-4845606484026775627?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/4845606484026775627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/campus-part-four-cooking.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4845606484026775627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4845606484026775627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/campus-part-four-cooking.html' title='Campus! Part Four - Cooking!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SLGU_2Se2UI/AAAAAAAAASg/Rtp2xiOssII/s72-c/kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-9199432975861121996</id><published>2008-08-22T18:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:44:22.506+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abhinav Bindra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>Gold's Blog</title><content type='html'>Here's the person's blog who won a gold for India in the Beijing Olympics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://abhinavbindra.blogspot.com/'&gt;Abhinav Bindra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Wish him???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-9199432975861121996?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/9199432975861121996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/golds-blog.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9199432975861121996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9199432975861121996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/golds-blog.html' title='Gold&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1905384376546815524</id><published>2008-08-21T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:56:00.315+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bigdog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Big Dog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKwrOelV9SI/AAAAAAAAASY/-UiGq1sheDs/s1600-h/bigdogclipped1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKwrOelV9SI/AAAAAAAAASY/-UiGq1sheDs/s400/bigdogclipped1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236607994452899106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this video &lt;a href="http://www.bostondynamics.com/content/sec.php?section=BigDog"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BigDog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the most advanced and complex robot ever built. See the way it moves without falling even after kicked by the guy? Now we are able to build a robot which can move almost as good as a real animal. In military labs, already human robots might have been built secretly, which can move and act like real humans [think about the terminator movie :)]. Soon, we'll be able to give perfect artificial intelligence to these robots, Then what could happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1905384376546815524?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1905384376546815524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-dog.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1905384376546815524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1905384376546815524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-dog.html' title='Big Dog!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKwrOelV9SI/AAAAAAAAASY/-UiGq1sheDs/s72-c/bigdogclipped1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-7910628774194941634</id><published>2008-08-19T21:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:04:14.676+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chimpanzee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Liger!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKro71bZk7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/dtf6RWRO00Q/s1600-h/liger.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKro71bZk7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/dtf6RWRO00Q/s400/liger.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253631423550386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this link out: &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/250400/liger/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liger is a combination of Lion and Tiger to be more specific, the offspring of a male Lion and a female Tiger. This doesn't happen in the wild or naturally. But due to the wild imaginations of human kind, we humans have successfully created this creature which is twice the size of the tiger and has all the qualities of both Lion and Tiger. How do you take this? It was possible 'coz both are from the cat family. I was wondering whether someone will attempt to mate a man with a chimpanzee lady LOL and the result will be a creature which has the strength and ability of a chimpanzee and the intelligence of a human [if that happens :)]&lt;br /&gt;If you are given a chance to create something like this, which animals would you chose and what would be it's offspring's characteristics? Be Optimistic :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-7910628774194941634?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.liger.org/' title='Liger!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/7910628774194941634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/liger.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7910628774194941634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7910628774194941634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/liger.html' title='Liger!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKro71bZk7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/dtf6RWRO00Q/s72-c/liger.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8004668937949373558</id><published>2008-08-17T11:45:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:16:59.616+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Campus! Part Three - The Climax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfG_0J5PoI/AAAAAAAAARo/vqdAD6-El4s/s1600-h/strike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfG_0J5PoI/AAAAAAAAARo/vqdAD6-El4s/s400/strike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235371891475693186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my last post, I was talking about the strike and didn't tell you what happened at last, right? So let me tell you the climax today :). So the problem, as I said in my last post, started with a student arguing with a teacher. After this incident, we made lot of nuisances in his class and finally there came a situation when he is no more able to teach us. Well, he told us "why only in my class you are behaving like this" and we told the reason he is the only one who's complained to the principal unnecessarily. So, he explained he complained 'coz he is fed up with our friend's misbehavior in his class and he's not behaving that way in other teachers' classes [So, what's wrong with whom?]. So, we decided to solve the solution and everyone started talking about what to be done. So, finally I suggested a solution which I never thought our friend will agree. Well, it's simple "he has to say sorry in front of the whole class and should promise that he'll be a good student in the teacher's class". So, the teacher also agreed with this and promised the entire class that he'll withdraw the suspension if this is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfIMv6rZaI/AAAAAAAAASA/P3rUWH0dcek/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfIMv6rZaI/AAAAAAAAASA/P3rUWH0dcek/s400/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235373213188056482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though, our friend was not ready to say so, we compelled him to do so to solve the problem in the most easiest way. And finally he agreed and said all those things in front of the whole class. Well, the teacher became very happy and he said "right now I'm going to the principal office and your suspension will be withdrawn" and he went. Well, tell you what, he came back with a notice announcing that our friend, who just apologized in front of the whole class, is suspended for an unknown period of time and he is not permitted to sit in the class. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfIWIUFeaI/AAAAAAAAASI/tY6tGIruAN4/s1600-h/chame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfIWIUFeaI/AAAAAAAAASI/tY6tGIruAN4/s400/chame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235373374355896738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the notice, he went out of the class to the staff room. We were all stunned by his behavior, like a chameleon which changes its color so abruptly. My friend scolded me for making him apologize in front of the whole class and told me that "now you know his real character and I told you not to believe him". Well, being the class representative, I always stood by my friends. it was the first and last time I ever took the side of a teacher. I felt really guilty for getting my friend embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;I was so enraged about this teacher's behavior that I went to the staff room [He was sitting there with two other teachers, one was going to be his wife] and told him that you promised the whole class and don't behave like a person who has multiple fathers [Yah, I actually said that LOL]. Well, he was shocked and all he said was "I have nothing to say, I have nothing to say" which he repeated to who ever asked. One of my friend came at the exact time and gave his share to him :).&lt;br /&gt;It is then that the exam boycotting and all that happened. After our successful boycotting, they sent a mail to all our parents to attend an immediate meeting. 'N the chairman of our college called my home and told my father that they are going to dismiss me due to misbehavior.&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to college from my home, though it's nearly 70 kms and I used to go by train. So I've &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfHh76wykI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IZYCjIIrOKw/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfHh76wykI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IZYCjIIrOKw/s400/train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235372477675260482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to wake up at 4'O clock and catch a bus at 5:15 to get the train at 6:20. I'll reach college by around 8'O clock and our class started at 9:00. For one hour I'll be chatting with the watch man about the iraq war, politics and everything that interests him :). Then my return train is at 6:30, so I'll be in college till 5:30 and I'll reach home around 9'O clock. So, this was my routine and since I am the only student who reach the college first and leave the college last, I was popular in our college 'coz I know everyone, including the watchman uncle, the sweeper aunty, the gardener.&lt;br /&gt;So, when I reached home around 9, my father was waiting there shouting at me saying "you are sent to college to study and not to show off @!$^#&amp;amp;*". Well, I gave my version of that incident and was, somehow, able to calm him down. 'N I knew they cannot take any actions toward me '&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfG7xttzRI/AAAAAAAAARg/7xUlun_cTEs/s1600-h/meeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfG7xttzRI/AAAAAAAAARg/7xUlun_cTEs/s400/meeting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235371822101155090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coz the situation was already out of their hands. So all parents came at college for the meeting. The meeting started with the management team showing off the progress of their college and they told all the lies to parents. Well, our parents, told them to allow the students to speak also and they didn't allow that at first, But later when the pressure increased they were forced to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfHS2IHs6I/AAAAAAAAARw/7ODHWaAW8vE/s1600-h/crown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfHS2IHs6I/AAAAAAAAARw/7ODHWaAW8vE/s400/crown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235372218422637474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;allow us to speak. BINGO!! There goes everything, everything they said, ended up bluffing 'coz our friends started giving professional speeches which were absolutely true. They added some fake crying with their speaking and the whole thing looked just perfect LOL. So, finally the meeting ended with the principal and management agreeing to withdraw the suspension and reconducting the exam that we boycotted. One more golden feather in our crown :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A whole lot more incidents went behind the scene, and I can't type in all those, so I am keeping it short :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8004668937949373558?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8004668937949373558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/campus-part-three-climax.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8004668937949373558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8004668937949373558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/campus-part-three-climax.html' title='Campus! Part Three - The Climax'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKfG_0J5PoI/AAAAAAAAARo/vqdAD6-El4s/s72-c/strike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-549903745960346495</id><published>2008-08-15T20:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:52:01.138+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='develop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Developed countries!! - Or are they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKBlTlR_B6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/MCQnX-ktjDU/s1600-h/rac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233294154103981986" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKBlTlR_B6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/MCQnX-ktjDU/s400/rac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;One of my friends told me about an incident that her cousin experienced in US. Well, her cousin is settle there and his little daughter is in a school there. So, once he noticed that she only had the native americans as her friend and when he asked, do you know what the little girl replied? Dad we are black!! Couldn't believe there racism still exists and even in the minds of kids. If it's in the mind of kids, then surely it's their parents who teach them such things. Well, I don't know whether it's a rare incident but I'm hearing such thing for the first time. It is hard to believe that in so called developed countries racism still exist. Here is another incident. A meeting was going on and people from UK didn't attend the meeting 'coz of some sudden holiday. So, one of the indian guy, as a joke, told that "it seems today is britain's independence day". Suddenly, one of the guys there got up and said "How dare you! You know, Britain was never ruled by anyone. Britain ruled the whole world and it is people like you who have independence day" What an idiot is such a guy? Can't take a joke? or don't have a humor sense? or won't like humor when it's said by an indian?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'N don't forget about the shilpa shetty incident!! Atleast it helped her to win a lot of money.&lt;/div&gt;We call them developed countries and modern people. In what way are they modern? In their dazzling outfits, they look like they are from 25th century and what comes out of their mouth makes us think they are from 18th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, have any of you come across such situations or atleast heard about these?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-549903745960346495?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/549903745960346495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/developed-countries-or-are-they.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/549903745960346495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/549903745960346495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/developed-countries-or-are-they.html' title='Developed countries!! - Or are they?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKBlTlR_B6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/MCQnX-ktjDU/s72-c/rac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-9060206321913333852</id><published>2008-08-14T17:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:20:00.695+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Another Tag!!</title><content type='html'>People are crazy about tagging, I think. Now, it's &lt;a href="http://ssaranyas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saranya's&lt;/a&gt; turn. Hey, thanks buddy :)&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;   Aneesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food right now?&lt;br /&gt;   I'm not crazy about any particular food. Anything cooked in the best way is good for me. I always like to experiment new food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;   St.mary's. I don't know what this is for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;   This is yet another confusing question. I've always thought about this. I like black, light blue, red, green, pink,...... LOL its better if I write VIBGYOR and all possible shades of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;   Crush?? Presently, No one. Kajol was one of the girls I liked when I was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;   Another Confusing question. I should say "Coconut Water" LOL, How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;   Russia, Switzerland, Singapore, Italy.. Oh, now I realized I cannot write all the countries :(, Yes, I would like to go to each and every country except Iraq and Afghanistan. Well, it's a vacation, right? not for vacation as a hostage or for a suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;   I don't have a favorite, I like almost all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;   I wan't to be myself, to be a good son, to be a good husband, to be a good father, to be a good citizen. I want to become successful in every walks of life!&lt;br /&gt;That's too much, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;   To be honest, I love myself and I love all who are nice to me LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is one word that describes you?&lt;br /&gt;   Cool!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your user name?&lt;br /&gt;   Varieties of Aneesh and Yeah, my secret username? Joanconor :) [Got it from Terminator 2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-9060206321913333852?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/9060206321913333852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-tag.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9060206321913333852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/9060206321913333852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-tag.html' title='Another Tag!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1562737223362646790</id><published>2008-08-13T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:12:06.552+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='predict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foresee'/><title type='text'>Are you able to predict?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKBgx1Klq_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dsAuee233N0/s1600-h/predict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233289176205863922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKBgx1Klq_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dsAuee233N0/s400/predict.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was able to foresee my own future sometimes. Yah, I know, it's difficult to believe, but it certainly happened and is happening. Not one or two times but a lot. The only problem is, I don't know when such a thing occur. I would like to share one of my experiences with you, though its silly. Well, my name is Aneesh, right? LOL and my initials are C and O. It was like that since I was born and no body find anything interesting in my name until I went for my Post Graduation. So, before joining the college, I had a strange feeling that I will be famous in the name C..O [pronounced ZeeOh, not KO :) ]. I was sure about this before I went to the college and so did it happen, all my friends started calling me by this name, even some of the teachers and I too liked the new nickname. A number of such things happend, I can't remeber all those now. But, I feel it's strange!! OOh! some psychic capability :). So, I just wanted to know, if any of you had a similar experience. Feel free to share even the stupidest things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1562737223362646790?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1562737223362646790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-able-to-predict.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1562737223362646790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1562737223362646790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-able-to-predict.html' title='Are you able to predict?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKBgx1Klq_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dsAuee233N0/s72-c/predict.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2828572056699854023</id><published>2008-08-12T20:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:02:58.961+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://visheshunni.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vishesh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tagged me today. 'N pretty interesting tag. What are the things that brought a change in me?&lt;br /&gt;Let me think on this. Ok, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;Realization:- Yah, it's the realization about everything which has made a lasting change in me, about me, about people, about God, the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;Reading:- Reading always brings in new information. How do you feel when, on one day, you find out whatever you thought true is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Music:- As always, this is one of the things that can bring a change in me, though temporary :)&lt;br /&gt;Movies:- I am big fan of movies, it's difficult to point out a single one, but I love watching English movies.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, parents and relatives will always be there for almost all, so I'm not writing that. Can't think of anything else now. 'N forgive me for not tagging anyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-2828572056699854023?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2828572056699854023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2828572056699854023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2828572056699854023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5107922607354533241</id><published>2008-08-11T20:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:07:29.727+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90/10 principle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Positive Thinking!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKBcLc3_ZuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mK5SyHQiyb4/s1600-h/90_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233284118803867362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKBcLc3_ZuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mK5SyHQiyb4/s400/90_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Does positive thinking has an unknown power? If we think positively, does that make a change in our life? Ever thought about these things? I recently came across an interesting principle which is called the 90/10 principle. Here it is : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says we have no control over 10% of what happens in our life but we certainly have control of the 90% of the rest. Normally what we does is we think about that 10% and let it ruin the rest 90%. Is it right? It suggests, if we don't care about that 10% and think positively about the rest 90%, then that'll make a difference to our life in a positive way and we can reach where we never thought we would reach. Any ideas??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5107922607354533241?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5107922607354533241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/positive-thinking.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5107922607354533241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5107922607354533241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/positive-thinking.html' title='Positive Thinking!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SKBcLc3_ZuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mK5SyHQiyb4/s72-c/90_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8489725777988334918</id><published>2008-08-10T05:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-10T05:12:01.181+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frienship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Campus! Part Two- Even I am a Poet!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3LEW6zqzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-bdKouz_LAo/s1600-h/frnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232561617806535474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3LEW6zqzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-bdKouz_LAo/s400/frnd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know this can be called a poem [the poem is at the end of the post :)], but I thought it is a poem LOL. Yes, Even I wrote a poem; then who can't? Well, here is my poetic background. I have written a few poems in my childhood. Yeah, you heard it right. Out of some frenzy or something, I started writing poems and stories, only a few :) Then, I don't know what happened, I stopped. Well, if I read those things now, I will feel embarassed. It all looks rubbish now LOL. So that's my experience as a poet. These all happened before my 5th standard :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3K2nkByzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4UrInYXdwDs/s1600-h/bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232561381756226354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3K2nkByzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4UrInYXdwDs/s400/bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then when I was doing my Post graduation 2years back, I met her and she became my best friend :). It all happened unexpectedly. Out of a fight, started our friendship LOL. Here is the exact incident. I was the class representative of our class [a big mistake from our principal, since he's the one who chose me LOL]. We were the first batch in the college and the senior most batch. But, unlike our juniors, where boys and girls were enemies [atleast sometimes], we had unity. No matter what, Our girls stood by us. Needless to say we had a lot of problems with the management and the staff of our college. That's another big story and I'll tell it sometime later :)&lt;br /&gt;So, this time it's 'coz of a suspension. It started when our presentation sessions were going on. One of my friends argued with one of our teacher [remember the teacher I mentioned in my last sunday post?] and 'coz of that he was suspended for an unknown period of time. Well, we felt like it is injustice and we need to fight back. So, I called all my class together and gave a speech on what to do next. If it was just suspension from classes we wouldn't have cared but our practical exams were planned the next week and he won't be allowed to attend that. So, we thought to protest. My fellow representative from girls and I went to our principal and told about this. He said "Yah he cannot attend the exam". I argued with him about the reason for suspension and it is really silly to give a punishment like this for a silly reason and he didn't like it and told me there won't be any change and I'll be suspended if I talk like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3M5g-QLpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/OrPhm2iIwl8/s1600-h/complab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232563630550036114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3M5g-QLpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/OrPhm2iIwl8/s400/complab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we made a plan to boycott the exams and I announced our decision to the whole class. As always, we know there will be traitors, so we decided to keep an eye on the possible black sheeps. Well normally the exams are conducted according to roll numbers, so boys have to attend the exam first, but they know we won't attend, so they played cleverly and announced a holiday for the first two days, so that girls will have to attend the exam first. It was a smart move 'coz most of the girls were afraid of the internal marks they'll lose if they don't attend the exam. So, we called everyone's home at night and told not to come. Still, as a precaution we waited in front of the college at morning. So, as expected a few of the girls came and 'coz we were there, we were able to turn them away by brainwashing LOL :), but some of them came with their parents and we told the reason and try to persuade them but without success and they attended the exam. So, that's it. The next day, two more attended the exam and out of sixty only &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3Lj8gzJpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zuRZUhmK38c/s1600-h/f4ever2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232562160473941650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3Lj8gzJpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zuRZUhmK38c/s400/f4ever2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some seven girls attended and our stike was successful. Suddenly, everyone decided to avoid those who had written the exam. But, I told them they'll have their own reason to attend the exam and some might be genuine. Of course, there are selfish idiots who just care only about their own internal marks and if we were able to get some favours by suffering they can also enjoy without getting a black mark themselves. But, in any group there will be people like that and we just have to ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;So, I told my friends, atleast they are girls and like us, they are not used to bunking off classes and disobeying their parents, but they won't understand. They say, we too have problems and even then we stood for a general purpose and they don't and they were right. What ever, I always have my own decision and I'll do only what I feel is right. So, I ignored those who are selfish and still kept touch with others as though nothing &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3KvJgBnPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NleY5YQisFI/s1600-h/bfauto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232561253427289330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3KvJgBnPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NleY5YQisFI/s400/bfauto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has happened. So, among them was that girl. Everyone started ignoring her and won't talk to her except her close friends.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought if her close friends can talk to her why can't I. So, I talked to her as I used to do before this incident and later when we became close enough she told me the reason for what she did. And as expected, it really was a genuine one. So, as time went, we got more close and close and I helped her in preparing for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3Ldrp1mDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BKmBZiQR4Mc/s1600-h/f4ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232562052869232690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3Ldrp1mDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BKmBZiQR4Mc/s400/f4ever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends thought we were in love. LOL. WTF? Can't a guy and girl be good friends? One of my friend told me these are all infactuations and you'll regret it later and he had seen these type of friendships a lot and he know how it will end and started advicing me [like he cared for me]. This was another selfish idiot who didn't attend the exams just 'coz if he attended we would have beaten him up. Guys won't get the concession for girls LOL. So, I told that jackass that don't be a smart-ass and I know what I am doing and I have a life of my own and she has a life of her own and I know that a time will soon come when we have to part and you won't know the meaning of friendship until you feel it. Well, even my parents started suspecting me that I'm in love LOL 'coz of the frequent phone calls and no girl had ever called at my home before that LOL :) When they started pestering me about these, I told them that I'll tell them if there is something they needed to know and to shut up LOL. After that, they never asked me about that in that way :)&lt;br /&gt;'N finally the day came, our last day in the college. Parting is one of the most difficult part in life, isn't it? And our emotions, talents will come out only in such rare situations. So, I couldn't sleep the night before that day. 'N I had her autograph in my hands. She had given that only to me. So, I was writing nonstop. Words just came out of nowhere. And I was lying on my bed thinking of the next day and at four in the morning these words came to my mind and I just wrote it as a poem and the next day I gave the autograph to her. it was like a novel LOL. Well, I thought I was the only one who writes autograph in that way, [my first and last autograph, I normally won't keep such things, This time I wanted to have some thing to keep since it's the end of campus life :( ], but when I got mine from her LOL it was the same. She had written another &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3LtY0TtRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DOq0SJoctrg/s1600-h/part.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232562322690782482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3LtY0TtRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DOq0SJoctrg/s400/part.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;novel for me :). I was just lucky to get a friend like her and she was lucky to get a friend like me LOL. Now two years have passed, She got married and is in dubai. we still keep in touch, but it don't have the warmth of that day I think :(. That is life. isn't it? Nothing is permanent in this life. What ever we feels like having for a life time will escape from us just like that. 'N the most beautiful words come from people in such despair. Words which form out of despair have more beauty and power than that form out of happiness. Well, here's what I was talking about. Hope, you'll like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dear, I want to tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Something, right from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel happy, I want to see you&lt;br /&gt;'coz I know you will be happy too&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel sad, I want to see you&lt;br /&gt;'coz I know you can make me happy&lt;br /&gt;But, now I wonder! Who are you to me?&lt;br /&gt;You are not my lover&lt;br /&gt;You are not my mother&lt;br /&gt;But now I realize&lt;br /&gt;You are my life&lt;br /&gt;You are my soul and&lt;br /&gt;You are my everything&lt;br /&gt;No matter whatever happens&lt;br /&gt;No matter whoever comes into my life&lt;br /&gt;Your place in my heart, is there&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;No friend of mine is like you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let anyone to be like you&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am sure that we will meet again&lt;br /&gt;in this life or the next &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8489725777988334918?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8489725777988334918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/campus-part-two-even-i-am-poet.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8489725777988334918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8489725777988334918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/campus-part-two-even-i-am-poet.html' title='Campus! Part Two- Even I am a Poet!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJ3LEW6zqzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-bdKouz_LAo/s72-c/frnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2510491055124500070</id><published>2008-08-08T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:34:10.998+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='value'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>The value of Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJhFi-Ue7WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3QrLacSwARk/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231007434337611106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJhFi-Ue7WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3QrLacSwARk/s400/life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is actually the value of life? We say each and every life is precious and we certainly mean the life of our own race, isn't it? For some, that race means human, for some it means white people, for some it means people in their own religion. So, ever thought about the real value of life? We simply kill a mosquito with no regret, Aren't we taking a life there? We simply tread on a budding plant and there we have taken a life. Isn't this all different forms of life? I guess we can understand the value of our own life only. And so it seems with every living beings. Even animals can understand the value of it's own life and it'll do anything to save that. I guess the difference is animals never suicide, but humans ofcourse do suicide. what's your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-2510491055124500070?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2510491055124500070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/value-of-life.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2510491055124500070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2510491055124500070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/value-of-life.html' title='The value of Life!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJhFi-Ue7WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3QrLacSwARk/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-7269652327155291986</id><published>2008-08-06T16:58:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:10:20.616+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Ghosts!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJmNgQJR1HI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8LZZJuM80mM/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231368027396756594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJmNgQJR1HI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8LZZJuM80mM/s400/ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I got a link about ghosts near by :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those, who are interested here is the link&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.technoparktoday.com/2008/08/ghost-in-technopark-a-real-life-experience-by-technopark-employee/"&gt;http://blog.technoparktoday.com/2008/08/ghost-in-technopark-a-real-life-experience-by-technopark-employee/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, how can I waste a chance to meet a ghost, face to face, in real life? So, I went yesterday, the same time as metioned by the girl in the blog, and as she said, the power went off exactly at the time I went. Oooh!! I thought that's it, I am going to meet THE GHOST. But, unfortunately, there was no ghost. May be the ghost got tired after getting into news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we cannot laugh at ghost stories and we normally say "Oh, on 21st century, ghosts??". But, what will you do if you have a similar experience? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are different. There are people who believe in ghosts, there are people who say I don't believe and I am not afraid of ghosts but right in their heart they know they are afraid but don't want to show and there are people who will never believe in ghosts, no matter what. Even if ghosts come in front of them, they say that's not ghost and even the ghost will be disappointed and it will go away 'coz ghosts also needs respect,right? Ghosts expects people to scream and run. If they see people who just look at them as if they are a strange mongoose or something and just take a picture of the ghost and walk away; certainly, the ghost would be disappointed and they won't come anymore :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin told me an incident that had happened in his college. There is a haunted bath room there and people say if you go and bath in one of it at midnight you can hear a lady laugh. So, one of their seniors decided to check it out at midnight. He and his friends went to the bathroom and checked each and every room, no one was there and his friends returned, he stayed there to check. After a few hours, his friends who were waiting at their room didn't see him return and they decide to check and so they came back and found him unconsious on the bath room floor. Well, when everyone was gone he waited there and after some time he heard the laugh. He was terrified and he didn't remember what happened next. This is what my cousin told me or what I can recall. I'll update it if anything is wrong about this, on this weekend. I didn't say anything and I just thought, yah it's easy to think when we are comfortably in our own room, right? So,&lt;br /&gt;I thought like why couldn't he record the voice of the girl or open the door and check who's in the next bath room or take a pic or what ever. Well, isn't it easy to say these things. Just imagine yourself at a haunted place alone with no living creatures around you and suddenly you hear someone laugh just next to your door. Will you have the courage to open the room where you are and check it or will you wait in your room firmly closed for someone to come.&lt;br /&gt;People bluntly say, Yah, I never saw a ghost and I'm waiting to see one, but what's their intention? Do they expect the ghosts to come out from these places and show them that they exist? Atleast they need to go to so called places and check themselves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; I have read about a man who does research in these things and he said he had gone to numerous, so called, haunted places and is yet to find a ghost himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-7269652327155291986?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/7269652327155291986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/ghosts.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7269652327155291986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7269652327155291986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/ghosts.html' title='Ghosts!!!!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJmNgQJR1HI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8LZZJuM80mM/s72-c/ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6805290310929598412</id><published>2008-08-05T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:54:03.052+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frienship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>The best e-mails in 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italiccolor:navy;" &gt;Why "MEN DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italiccolor:navy;" &gt; FOR WOMAN" ?.... 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Picked the best from the Excellent collections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230213493353861586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVzdhrP0dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qb5Jr_BkWxQ/s400/image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230213588841528338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVzjFZR_BI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Zc_jNSESuto/s400/image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;When computer geeks get bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230213691154236898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVzpCiiBeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3Rl01RBkVFw/s400/image025.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the mail quoated "THIS IS MY DREAM"...This is one of the dream&lt;br /&gt;An "excentric",- SOLID GOLD - LAPTOP P IX. 20. 2G. 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Diamonds all around the laptop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230213807770614226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVzv0-CudI/AAAAAAAAAO0/evRHKKHmH_E/s400/image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6805290310929598412?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6805290310929598412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-e-mails-in-2007.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6805290310929598412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6805290310929598412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-e-mails-in-2007.html' title='The best e-mails in 2007'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVxGYQh_fI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ow9CEl2s7FQ/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-7900673711231455752</id><published>2008-08-03T13:22:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:31:35.002+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Campus!!! Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVk_ctvSRI/AAAAAAAAALs/t0a1L-8rgh0/s1600-h/campus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVk_ctvSRI/AAAAAAAAALs/t0a1L-8rgh0/s400/campus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230197583463270674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I would like to share one of my campus experiences. It happened a few years ago. I was pretty good in technical stuff and was good in programming.All of my friends and teachers know that I am good in programming. We had theory exams and practicals. I didn't concentrate much on theory since I wasn't that much interested in theories, though I used to score good marks 'N we had viva after each practical exam.&lt;br /&gt;This incident happened during one of such vivas. We had a teacher who taught us programming and he was just a few years older than most of us, but will always behave like he is somewhere near our parents' age and used to advice us a lot. There were students who were a lot older than him. As you all might know, advice is the one thing we hate the most, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVk3v0TSII/AAAAAAAAALc/hgB7ZDlIMLQ/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVk3v0TSII/AAAAAAAAALc/hgB7ZDlIMLQ/s400/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230197451152115842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The advice is really funny, we may get five minutes break after each hour and when we are talking in the corridor, if he happens to go past us, he'll advice us the importance of time and how to use it efficiently and how it can affect our future.. blah, blah, blah.. Well, come on it's just five minutes, we are human beings, right?. After an hour long boring class, we are getting a five minute break to breathe and even we have to work in that time means....&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you all must know the character of the teacher I just mentioned. But, the best thing that stands out about his character is the 'Know it all' show off. To be frank, he wasn't that much good in his subject. Even students like me knew a lot more than what he knew, and the problem is he used to show off a lot, even if he didn't know anything and if we asks some questions that he don't know, he'll get angry and'll try to shout at us. But he was careful enough to avoid people who are good in the subject, and he usually does this show off at people who are weak in his subject.&lt;br /&gt;He had this inferiority complex towards some of my friends and I, only because he thought we knew the subject better than him and the only place he can dominate us is when there is viva, so that he could ask what ever questions he would feel like and will smile an evil smile if we ever fail to answer, if that happens,like he had conquered the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVk7gAeQJI/AAAAAAAAALk/Eel0O02WakU/s1600-h/practical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVk7gAeQJI/AAAAAAAAALk/Eel0O02WakU/s400/practical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230197515627675794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, on one day came my viva. I did my practical pretty early since it was easy for me and was called to attend the viva. There was the 'one of a kind' teacher waiting to show that he knew more than me. I knew his way of asking questions from my viva on first semester, the same teacher conducted it. I was careless that time and I didn't prepare well 'coz I thought the questions will be only related to the practicals, but what happened was he asked questions covering the entire computer field and he had that evil smile on his face when he surprised me with his questions.&lt;br /&gt;But, this time, it was pay back time. I prepared well, covered almost all I can and I was confident that I could answer anything he might ask. So, back to viva. When he saw me coming, he suddenly became serious as if the papers infront of him is some blueprint of an atomic bomb. He started asking many questions and I answered everything. Surely, as you may guess, he felt really disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;As though it is his last weapon, he asked one final question. I was taken aback. I thought about it for a while and my conclusion was it is not possible to do what he asked. But, I didn't know whether he had found out any new way. So, I said, "I don't know Sir, I think it's not possible to do it". Well, well, there came his evil grin and he said "OK Aneesh, your viva is over, you may go", as if he had just won a million dollar prize.&lt;br /&gt;Oooh!!! What did he think of me? I wasn't going to let that go that easily. I asked him "Sir, just curious, How can we do that?". Haha!!! You should see the expression on his face, he never expected some one to ask the same question to him and wasn't prepared at all. He knew what he asked was a foolish question. He stammered a bit like "I think, Some time back I, You have to" LOL. I felt sorry for him, so I helped him by answering, "it is not possible to do that, sir", so he repeated after me saying "Yah, it is not possible to do" and so ended my viva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-7900673711231455752?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/7900673711231455752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/campus-part-one.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7900673711231455752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7900673711231455752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/campus-part-one.html' title='Campus!!! Part One'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJVk_ctvSRI/AAAAAAAAALs/t0a1L-8rgh0/s72-c/campus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1040247363102573023</id><published>2008-08-02T22:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:13:33.428+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elevator'/><title type='text'>Stuck!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJSPiVYrGXI/AAAAAAAAALU/fBpmcmCTCG8/s1600-h/ele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJSPiVYrGXI/AAAAAAAAALU/fBpmcmCTCG8/s400/ele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229962887302945138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long time, I had some fun yesterday. I dropped my friend at the nearest junction at night and came back and was alone in lift. Suddenly, the power went out and the lift suddenly stopped moving. I was in total darkness for a few seconds. Luckily, the power came back, but the lift got stuck. I've only heard about people getting stuck in lift but was fortunate to experience it myself. LOL, I tried all the buttons in the lift, none worked. Time went by, and I got irritated. I thought I might need to spend the whole night in the lift, but I saw one alarm bell and rang it, but no one came. So, I called one of my friends and he had already reached his home and I was talking with him when suddenly someone pulled open the door of the lift and pulled me out. Well, that was some experience:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;a href="'http://escortinglifetodeath.blogspot.com/'"&gt;joiedevivre &lt;/a&gt; here are my quirks:&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't have meals without fish&lt;br /&gt;2. I never miss breakfast, lunch or dinner&lt;br /&gt;3. I won't eat more than 3 times a day except snacks at evening&lt;br /&gt;4. I can never wake up early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the people I tagged&lt;br /&gt;1. Priya&lt;br /&gt;2. vishesh&lt;br /&gt;3. Arun pk&lt;br /&gt;4. saranya&lt;br /&gt;5. anwesa&lt;br /&gt;6. prajyot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1040247363102573023?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1040247363102573023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/stuck.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1040247363102573023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1040247363102573023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/08/stuck.html' title='Stuck!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJSPiVYrGXI/AAAAAAAAALU/fBpmcmCTCG8/s72-c/ele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1301155301375687062</id><published>2008-07-30T16:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:32:31.591+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJBKOUbM4OI/AAAAAAAAALM/rdnRlJWTIqI/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228760777238569186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJBKOUbM4OI/AAAAAAAAALM/rdnRlJWTIqI/s400/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;What is happiness? Is happiness an everlasting thing? People say if you look for happiness within you could acheive everlasting happiness. But is it so? Won't there be situations in life when that happiness breaks apart, atleast for a minute? Or are we really happy? Are we just pretending our selves, telling ourselves that we are happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1301155301375687062?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1301155301375687062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1301155301375687062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1301155301375687062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SJBKOUbM4OI/AAAAAAAAALM/rdnRlJWTIqI/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-3666545482486957793</id><published>2008-07-28T20:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:08:12.823+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poverty'/><title type='text'>The Extreme!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SI3nFmKrrGI/AAAAAAAAALE/hid0q_xo8cE/s1600-h/sa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228088825777728610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SI3nFmKrrGI/AAAAAAAAALE/hid0q_xo8cE/s400/sa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's say we met one of our friend who was born and brought up in real poor circumstances. And 'coz of his hardwork he reached a position where he had never dreamed of. It is normal that when we meet such a person, he'll talk about the hardships he had to undergo. Let's say he told "I had times when I lived just by drinking water 'coz we had no food".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are strange people who think they have endured everything in this world and whenever we say something they'll come up with situations they had went through which they think is similar to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I gave a quote above, let's see how this guy will reply to that. "Oh, my god, Yah, I know exactly how you felt 'coz I also have been through situations exactly like this. When we were in hostel, we'll spent all our money within the first few weeks of each month and the remaining days we will be starving and will have no food!!. God!! I couldn't even think about such things now". Got me? How can you relate both? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is another, first guy "I had just 3 shirts and 2 pants when I was a teenager and I completed my college education wearing those, Can you imagine that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our special guy "Oh, yah, just remembered, we used to spent the money our parents gave for fun and then we won't be able to buy any clothes, Guess what, We used the same thing again and again. Ooooh, what horrible times it were?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could give you thousand of examples like that. when we talk about poverty and people who don't having enough money to live, they'll talk about how they suffered 'coz of the shortage of money to buy a luxury car they've dreamt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what will you call those people? People who don't understand what the real thing is? Or pretending they have suffered almost all in the world. Anything you say, they'll have readymade examples and their own experiences. How absurd? Anybody here have come across such SPECIAL creatures? You are welcome to share your ideas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-3666545482486957793?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/3666545482486957793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-say-we-met-one-of-our-friend-who.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3666545482486957793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3666545482486957793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-say-we-met-one-of-our-friend-who.html' title='The Extreme!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SI3nFmKrrGI/AAAAAAAAALE/hid0q_xo8cE/s72-c/sa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6952989581264072314</id><published>2008-07-27T11:40:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:54:57.195+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>One among us!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIwtm2ZZChI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wXpAQcKMJmg/s1600-h/frnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIwtm2ZZChI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wXpAQcKMJmg/s400/frnd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227603412930595346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been posting a lot of my funny experiences on Sundays. Well, today I thought like posting one of my bad experiences, just for a change.&lt;br /&gt;My college days were fun and like all I love to go back to my college days if, ever, I get a chance. I used to visit my friends house occasionally with my other friends, rarely do I go alone. People are different, right? So, in each and every house, the reception that we got were different. I always try to visit with some of my friends, and avoid going alone, but sometimes you just can't. One of such incident occurred sometime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIwtMS-urWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/51X2SCW1K4c/s1600-h/comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIwtMS-urWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/51X2SCW1K4c/s400/comp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227602956746927458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my friend's computer had some problem and I was a bit good in checking these things, so he told me to go to his house and help him out.  Let me give a bit of introduction about him. He is a bit religious, but was on good terms with me. I don't want to point out which religion, but he was in a different religion than me and in our college, there were only a few guys in his religion. They always tend to be together saying we are 'not one among them'. They said it very casually and we, the guys not among them [we are all from various other religions], thought they were kidding. They were really in good terms with the rest of us. So, since he requested me to go to his house, I decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the guy's house and I got a cold reception. I didn't care 'coz I've &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIwtVI4eMyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ItSDYsrgtLU/s1600-h/look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIwtVI4eMyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ItSDYsrgtLU/s400/look.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227603108655149858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been to many of my friends' home and I know parents are different, some are harsh, some are friendly and yet some tend to avoid us. And I just took it that way. Well, his parents, just for the sake of saying something, asked me something and I went to his room and checked the computer and its RAM had a problem. I stayed there for a while, we talked about the college matters and everything and I left later. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, right? It happened when I went again to his house with one of my other friend who's in his religion.&lt;br /&gt;Well, their behavior was like I didn't even exist there. The parents who talked very little to me, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIwtCwoNTdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qbwbxMm1cA0/s1600-h/bexp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIwtCwoNTdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qbwbxMm1cA0/s400/bexp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227602792906837458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;talked a lot to him in front of me and they didn't even said a single thing to me. I felt really bad. I didn't said anything, all I wanted was to go. But, you simply cannot go, right? So, I just waited there for the time to arrive and when the time came to leave, they invited the other guy to stay at their house and persuaded a lot. He said he'll come sometime later and so, finally it was over. I couldn't take it out of my mind even now. I never went to the same place again and I don't know whether I will go to any one's house who is of that religion 'coz I have never experienced these type of behaviour from people from any other religion. The "you are not one among us" quote, just 'coz we are from a different religion, doesn't make sense to me!! Aren't we all human? Does it make some group of people special? just 'coz someone is from some religion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6952989581264072314?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6952989581264072314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-among-us.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6952989581264072314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6952989581264072314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-among-us.html' title='One among us!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIwtm2ZZChI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wXpAQcKMJmg/s72-c/frnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1494416980759482089</id><published>2008-07-26T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:00:01.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>A fantasy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIn_uIaH6BI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NjXxyA-DhO0/s1600-h/sa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226990010536290322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIn_uIaH6BI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NjXxyA-DhO0/s400/sa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Recently I came across a theory about us, humans. We, all know, humans are the superior race on earth. But, if we take other living things, they are almost the same with same intellectual ability. So, why only humans evolved into some extraordinary being? The answer could be that earth wasn't our real home. We are the real aliens on earth. Our real home is some far away planet and there must be superior creatures than us. To survive, we might have come here and prospered. I know, it sounds like crazy, but just give it a thought and tell me what comes in to your mind!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1494416980759482089?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1494416980759482089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/fantasy.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1494416980759482089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1494416980759482089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/fantasy.html' title='A fantasy!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIn_uIaH6BI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NjXxyA-DhO0/s72-c/sa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5027114747833584261</id><published>2008-07-25T16:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:21:21.929+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scientist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Defeat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accept'/><title type='text'>Accept the defeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SImv91iuNAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7HPE1reVu1Y/s1600-h/defeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226902319419765762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SImv91iuNAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7HPE1reVu1Y/s400/defeat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I know a lot of people, including me, who thinks that what we experienced is the life. I used to be like that. But, later when we hear about others experience, I analyse it, take all the good things that I can learn from them and it just gave me one more quality-- Accepting the defeat. It is normal that we argue about some thing. Sometimes, we may be right, sometimes the others may be right. But, I've seen people who always want others to believe that they are the one who are always right and we should accept them. When they ran out of words or when we prove them they are wrong, they simply will say some thing like "you didn't get me or you won't understand what I'm saying 'coz you don't know/experienced what life is". Every one has got their own experience, right. Each and every one of us are special. We all think what we suffered is the worst everyone has suffered. When ever I come across some situations where I've to give my opinion about something which I don't even have a clue, I say it frankly. But, there are people who say some rubbish just to show that they know each and everything in the world. We might have grown up based on certain religion, certain rules or whatever we call. More over, as we grow up we need to learn ourselves what is right and what is wrong rather than following some rules blindly. We might be a researcher or a scientist or even the president. Does that make us special from a teenager? A scientist couldn't be always right when he argues with a kid. Can he? Our mind should be open to learn new things, we could learn new things only if we accept defeat. What will happen if we think we know everything, all others are fools and they haven't come across situations that we've faced. The result is we have closed ourself against all others and we won't gain anymore. We all need to learn one thing-- Accepting the defeat!!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5027114747833584261?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5027114747833584261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/accept-defeat.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5027114747833584261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5027114747833584261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/accept-defeat.html' title='Accept the defeat'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SImv91iuNAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7HPE1reVu1Y/s72-c/defeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8180356411795599478</id><published>2008-07-24T20:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:31:50.876+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Are we Living or Dying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIiZT9kJ55I/AAAAAAAAAKM/X8F7xjTcmME/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226595935786231698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIiZT9kJ55I/AAAAAAAAAKM/X8F7xjTcmME/s400/death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We all are leading a lucky life. We say, we are living, enjoying life blah blah.... But, Are we really living? One day, we are sure, we all will die. No one knows when that day is, it may be today, tomorrow or anytime. So, death is sure. Does that mean we are actually dying rather than living? Are we slowly and silently going towards our death? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8180356411795599478?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8180356411795599478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-we-living-or-dying.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8180356411795599478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8180356411795599478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-we-living-or-dying.html' title='Are we Living or Dying?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIiZT9kJ55I/AAAAAAAAAKM/X8F7xjTcmME/s72-c/death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6286976264866526358</id><published>2008-07-23T16:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:13:55.927+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><title type='text'>The Wolf under Sheep's Skin!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIcZYI3m2_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/tS3vILykY9I/s1600-h/char.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226173795075021810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIcZYI3m2_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/tS3vILykY9I/s400/char.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We had some charity fund collection today. We went to our colleagues and told them that we are collecting some fund on behalf of an organization and they should help. There were people who trained us and have over 25 years of experience and they preached a lot about how lucky we are and the need to help others, How ever, when the time came they didn't even donate a single rupee!!! It wasn't mandatory and there was no restrictions, anything we feel like could be donated. We all were surprised to see those who preach with such confidence about charity is not doing anything for it. What are we supposed to call such people? People who don't want to do something and expressing it openly is better than someone who force others to do something and restrain themselves from doing it. What an irony?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I tried to come on time today and I succeeded but after the break I came late and today they told me to do a break dance with a song, I lost my last stock of nursery rhyme today which was "Baa Baa Black sheep" :) Anyone want to help me with some rhymes? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6286976264866526358?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6286976264866526358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/wolf-under-sheeps-skin.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6286976264866526358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6286976264866526358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/wolf-under-sheeps-skin.html' title='The Wolf under Sheep&apos;s Skin!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIcZYI3m2_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/tS3vILykY9I/s72-c/char.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2735761665402211286</id><published>2008-07-22T15:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:10:37.607+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innocence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punishment'/><title type='text'>Innocence!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIW4vTIJxuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-x1Lm8Wih2E/s1600-h/innocence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225786065361159906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIW4vTIJxuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-x1Lm8Wih2E/s400/innocence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had some fun session going on which started yesterday. As usual, for both, I came late. I got a warning yesterday for coming late, but I couldn't help. Yesterday, Everyone decided that those who come late should be given some punishment and we came to the conclusion that the punishment will be 'dancing to a nursery rhime'. I tried my best to come early today, but what to do?, I was 5 minutes late, lucky that I wasn't alone. The first guy sang a song 'Mary had a little lamp' and dance to it infront of the whole group :). Next was my chance, I sang 'Twinkle Twinkle little star'. LOL. I never thought, it will be this much fun. I forgot the last time when I sang the song. It brought back a lot of good old memories of --- being a kid again. No matter how old we are, there still will be a little kid inside each and every one of us, isn't it? We will realise it only if we get the oppurtunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-2735761665402211286?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2735761665402211286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/innocence.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2735761665402211286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2735761665402211286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/innocence.html' title='Innocence!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIW4vTIJxuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-x1Lm8Wih2E/s72-c/innocence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-7112492317123494237</id><published>2008-07-21T15:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:47:04.383+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><title type='text'>A Funny Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIRiBJmz-4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jX-sCX6PBU4/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225409239554718594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIRiBJmz-4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jX-sCX6PBU4/s400/mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A husband wakes up at home with a huge hangover.&lt;br /&gt;He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table.&lt;br /&gt;He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, breakfast is on the table, I left early to go grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Love You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally shocked with the note , he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;His son is also at the table, eating. He asks, "Son, what happened last night?"&lt;br /&gt;His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious.&lt;br /&gt;Broke some crockery, puked in the hall, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door". Confused, the man asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?&lt;br /&gt;I should expect a big quarrel with her!"&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes n shoes off, you said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LADY LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M MARRIED . . . !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral&lt;br /&gt;Self-induced hangover - $ 400.00&lt;br /&gt;Broken crockery - $ 800.00&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - $ 10.00&lt;br /&gt;Saying the Right Thing While Drunk - "PRICELESS "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are truly some things that both money and Mastercard can't buy . . ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-7112492317123494237?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/7112492317123494237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-email.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7112492317123494237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7112492317123494237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-email.html' title='A Funny Email'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIRiBJmz-4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jX-sCX6PBU4/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-3080916738798460736</id><published>2008-07-20T11:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:14:22.969+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>A Tragedy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXdDrxYTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OWTEo2iERHI/s1600-h/tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224482830699028786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="99" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXdDrxYTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OWTEo2iERHI/s400/tour.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Sunday!!! So, Guess what!! Yah, I know you all are waiting for me to post another of my experiences, if not, you should, LOL.This one happened when I was doing my graduation, Just after completing the first semester, we had a tour with our seniors. It was a two day tour, the first day was for site seeing and the second day, to one of the water theme parks here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tour was planned by our seniors, and we were invited to join them just after their ragging, so that our relationships will be better :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXWg6I0FI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UhVF0z2a-j8/s1600-h/sleep_bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224482718284828754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXWg6I0FI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UhVF0z2a-j8/s400/sleep_bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, I should say the tour was full of fun. Our seniors never planned for anything and just rented a few buses and started going, Can you believe a tour like that?. Yah, we didn't know their lack of planning till the end of first day 'coz all of our supposed site seeing was within the bus. Haha, Yah, we were travelling all day without stopping anywhere and guess what? at midnight we stopped at one of the junctions and all boys were thrown out of the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any guess??? Sleeping time. Only ladies were allowed to sleep inside the bus. WOW, so what do we do? Well, the road was free. We sat on divider in the middle of the junction and started &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXTAnR_GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xjv1pMpcmzk/s1600-h/lying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224482658076195938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXTAnR_GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xjv1pMpcmzk/s400/lying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;different games like shouting at the vehicles which passes by which was later forbidden by the teachers and we turned to silent games. Seeing that we were having fun, some of the girls came out to join us one by one, but the teachers soon drove them back in to the bus :). Mmmm, I think the teachers were jealous of us :) So, not too late, we were exhausted with all the screaming, dancing, shouting, running all in the middle of the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXKOUVL2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KqMm0AVhEy8/s1600-h/hartal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we slept right there and within two hours we were again put back into the bus and started travelling to the nearest town to find a place to stay.Needless to say, when &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXCgX6sJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-uWNsL3PpE0/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224482374543913106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXCgX6sJI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-uWNsL3PpE0/s400/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we reached there it was almost five in the morning. After all the morning fun, we set out for the water theme park, which was second in our list. The first in the list was sight seeing and you saw how it went. So the problem on that day was that the place we went had a hartal on that day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one more excitement and no breakfast. We were starving but what to do? we started travelling again and after some 3 or 4 hours we found a hotel and went in there and had food which I think was one of the most mouth-watering food I ever had :)&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXZqv8gZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vxHYg8Hn3Ww/s1600-h/themepark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224482772466041234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXZqv8gZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vxHYg8Hn3Ww/s400/themepark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing much happened after the breakfast, we were able to reach the park and the fun just reached its maximum. Me and my gang were careful enough not to miss a single ride :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we were on to our infiniteTH time to each and every ride, we heard about some rain dancing with our girls. Oooh!!! Will we miss such a chance? Never!!!! We dashed off, each and everyone of our gang. Well our gang included girls also, so one of these girls told us about the dance :) So, as you might know, every one of us were trying to reach first at the place, every one chose the normal path which is normally chosen by all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXNDLOOSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/09f0fcRpc7s/s1600-h/hedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224482555684600098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXNDLOOSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/09f0fcRpc7s/s400/hedge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, as always I was different and being a crazy adventurer, I thought, Why can't I explore a new path? Otherwise almost all of us will reach there at the same time. So, I jumped over one of the hedges and crossed one or two rides and reached somewhat an artificial hill. I climbed up and reached the top and was delighted to see that my friends are still long way back, running throught the road, trying to get there first and I could see them from here and I could simply reach there by just running down the hill,  the bottom of which is another hedge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIIBe-Aq_pI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4nUxp_2oSl8/s1600-h/run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224740149256715922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIIBe-Aq_pI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4nUxp_2oSl8/s400/run.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, excited at my victory, I ran down at full speed and was about to jump over the hedge, when I noticed a group of people standing there talking. Well, I have jumped over walls, double the height of that hedge, a thousand times. So I didn't need to think, I reached near the hedge and jumped. Jumping was perfect. Only the landing was the problem :) While landed, I don't know what happened, I slightly slipped which caused me lose my balance and the next thing I remember is hitting the girl infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I need to mention who all were in that group. It were my teachers &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIIBwZ2O_PI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X-vSv29YWLU/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224740448786906354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIIBwZ2O_PI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X-vSv29YWLU/s400/fall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with some senior students and a girl who was my class mate. The girl is one of the thinnest girl I've ever seen in my life. So, unluckily for me and for her, I hit her and she was thrown a few feet back on to the ground. Well, I tried to catch her to stop her from falling, but I myself was losing balance and couldn't do that. She started crying, and I didn't know what to do, the only thing that came to my mouth was "Sorry" which I repeated foolishly :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIICGJTAWPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/w3Wcx8i-aXY/s1600-h/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224740822301300978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="121" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIICGJTAWPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/w3Wcx8i-aXY/s400/cry.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have read my previous sunday posts, you might be aware about my adventures. Though I got injured countless times, it's the first time someone else is getting hurt because of me. So, that pang of guilt was in my heart. She never stopped crying and finally the teachers took her to the medical staff at the park. To tell the truth, I was actually annoyed by her behaviour. The fall wasn't that bad [or so do I think based on my experiences LOL]. I was bleeding from my leg and she had no problems or so it seemed. Still I have no problems and she is crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIIDRyrgqwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NGtUNRSibaY/s1600-h/rda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224742121900124930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIIDRyrgqwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NGtUNRSibaY/s400/rda.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, one misfortune after another. I had nothing else to do, I waited there for some time and then went back for the rain dance. You would have guessed by now, Yah, the last person to reach there :) So what? I started enjoying with my gang except the little pain from my legs. It didn't go too far 'coz the teachers came and told us that we need to go to a hospital. Anyway, our time there at the park was cut short and all of us got in the bus and went in search for a hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXP55RbmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eb9sjLnearQ/s1600-h/hso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224482604733001314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="84" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXP55RbmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eb9sjLnearQ/s400/hso.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally we reached the hospital nearby and she was sent to the casualty. After half an hour the girl came out, Can't believe what I saw. Well, her one hand [ I don't remember which one], three fingers and some of her toes had fractures and was all covered with plasters, bandages and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our return trip, it was first like a return trip on an ambulance with a dead body. Nobody was making a sound in the bus. When we started our journey, I was one of the entertainers, but now, me too got quiet. So, seeing all these, one of the teachers came and told me like "You didn't do it on purpose, then why are you sitting like this?". No need to say, what happened next, everyone was back on their mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about that tour was about the unexpected events. We had lot of fun and 'coz of lack of planning, nothing was expected, everything was a surprise, but it also had its drawbacks. But we cannot gain anything without losing something and so for having fun we had to lose some comfort.  Sometimes, even now, I think of her and the question which comes to my mind is "Why girls are so brittle?" LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-3080916738798460736?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/3080916738798460736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/tragedy.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3080916738798460736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3080916738798460736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/tragedy.html' title='A Tragedy!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIEXdDrxYTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OWTEo2iERHI/s72-c/tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-7197131695101085513</id><published>2008-07-19T17:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:05:30.577+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The choice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SH9lX5yxg_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZpolEOPeRJg/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224005554098242546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="73" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SH9lX5yxg_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZpolEOPeRJg/s400/cd.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let us suppose that you were given a boon from the almighty. you were given three choices and you can choose only one.&lt;br /&gt;The options are&lt;br /&gt;1. The elixir of life - Choosing this will let you be as you are which means you can choose your age and once chosen you will be like that forever&lt;br /&gt;2. The time machine - this will help you travel back and forth in time&lt;br /&gt;3. The beauty - this will give you exceptional beauty and health but you will be a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, let your imaginations fly and tell me, if you were given a chance to choose one of the above what will you choose and why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-7197131695101085513?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/7197131695101085513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/choice.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7197131695101085513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7197131695101085513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/choice.html' title='The choice?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SH9lX5yxg_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZpolEOPeRJg/s72-c/cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5295169738892643180</id><published>2008-07-18T23:45:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:55:46.981+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vehicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Driving @ Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIDgDDrNWrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/10ZUyz0QsrE/s1600-h/nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224421910880541362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIDgDDrNWrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/10ZUyz0QsrE/s400/nd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Today's post is a little late than normal. So, I just went for a ride outside. It was night. It is a rule that we need to dim our light when any vehicle is coming in the opposite direction. Most of the accidents at night happens this way. Mainly, the difficulty is for two wheelers, 'coz four wheelers will never dim their light when a two wheeler approaches them and the intensity of light from these vehicles can blind the drivers. Even if we flashes light they won't even mind. Also the head light in certain two wheelers are altered which mean extra powerful lights are placed instead of the allowed ones which is like flashing a torch light right into your eyes if you happen to come infront of these vehicles. Anybody has got any similar experiences?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5295169738892643180?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5295169738892643180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/driving-night.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5295169738892643180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5295169738892643180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/driving-night.html' title='Driving @ Night'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SIDgDDrNWrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/10ZUyz0QsrE/s72-c/nd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-2680702832613251232</id><published>2008-07-17T18:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:02:45.488+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illegal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Religion and Practicality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SH9J5nliGJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ipvd4uMLXxQ/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223975347000842386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SH9J5nliGJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ipvd4uMLXxQ/s400/cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abortion, marriages of same sex etc are not acceptable for Religions, even birth control. Recently, I read in the news papers about one religious group claiming birth control is against natural process, and should be avoided. Now, what will the world become, if there is no birth control? Another one is about the abortion, in most of the countries, it is illegal, but today or tomorrow it will also become legal 'coz if even if it's not legal, will people stop it? The answer is NO, it comes out of need and even if it is illegal, people will do it secretly under some unknown doctor 'coz good doctors won't do it 'coz it is illegal which will result in more risk for the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the modern world, not all facts of religion are applicable, religion needs to maintain it's own limits, isn't it? Share your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-2680702832613251232?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/2680702832613251232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/religion-and-practicality.html#comment-form' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2680702832613251232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/2680702832613251232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/religion-and-practicality.html' title='Religion and Practicality'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SH9J5nliGJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ipvd4uMLXxQ/s72-c/cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5404474634233497250</id><published>2008-07-16T16:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:31:49.853+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reincarnation'/><title type='text'>Reincarnation--- Truth or Myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SH3U4AYixiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vAobJQIkls0/s1600-h/reinc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223565201460348450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SH3U4AYixiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vAobJQIkls0/s400/reinc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I hope you have heard stories about reincarnations. People claiming that they know where they were in their last life. Even little kids who are not old enough to cheat were able to tell exactly where they were in their last life.  Scientists have supposedly done research on this matter, but they also can't prove such things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Is it real??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5404474634233497250?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5404474634233497250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/reincarnation-truth-or-myth.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5404474634233497250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5404474634233497250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/reincarnation-truth-or-myth.html' title='Reincarnation--- Truth or Myth'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SH3U4AYixiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vAobJQIkls0/s72-c/reinc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-4531245170703029110</id><published>2008-07-15T18:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:56:09.325+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>Born to Win!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHylQFiI5WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ALDUdXg_MPE/s1600-h/tat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223231363624789346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHylQFiI5WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ALDUdXg_MPE/s400/tat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Talents are not by birth but made by hardwork. But there are some people who are born for something. People says no one is born with a particular talent, but the talent is made. Is it true? Is it possible to make a talent just by trying it? Then everyone could become Sachin or Ronaldo or Zidane, right? I think, people have certain inborn talents and those who are able to find it becomes great or exceptional in their work. What do you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-4531245170703029110?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/4531245170703029110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/born-to-win.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4531245170703029110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4531245170703029110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/born-to-win.html' title='Born to Win!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHylQFiI5WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ALDUdXg_MPE/s72-c/tat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-597808895093040334</id><published>2008-07-14T17:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:12:00.847+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fate'/><title type='text'>Life is already Written!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHs7fG8TNLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dvKKvRn5MFI/s1600-h/fate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222833598491735218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHs7fG8TNLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dvKKvRn5MFI/s400/fate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Have you ever had the feeling that someone else is controlling each and every moment in your life? At certain times, we do something and later we regret. We don't know why we did that, we just did it. Do you think you reached where you are right now 'coz of your ability? Is it possible that our fate is already written and we are just following according to that? Have you every felt that you could do something? Or you could do something only if you are destined to do that. If we are supposed to reach somewhere, we will, no matter what and if we are not supposed to reach there, we will not, no matter what we do. Any thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-597808895093040334?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/597808895093040334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-already-written.html#comment-form' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/597808895093040334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/597808895093040334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-already-written.html' title='Life is already Written!!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHs7fG8TNLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dvKKvRn5MFI/s72-c/fate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-7777232056991980526</id><published>2008-07-13T15:14:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:27:56.086+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>An Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHneROBrHwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZJavRPa3unk/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHneROBrHwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZJavRPa3unk/s400/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222449630317059842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's yet another Sunday, So, I would like to share yet another personal experience :)&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so ,lets start.&lt;br /&gt;This one occurred when I'd started going for my graduation. I used to go by bus, not college bus, but government transportation :). So, like every day, I was there at the bus stop waiting for one of the buses and since it was school time, the rush was well you can imagine, kids, employees, college guys, gals, and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHnei99Y8dI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LoM72vc7rFk/s1600-h/bstop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHnei99Y8dI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LoM72vc7rFk/s400/bstop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222449935241769426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally after the normal waiting period of almost half an hour the bus came. Most of the buses won't stop because of the rush and this made traveling in the ones which stop, impossible. So, basically, youngsters like me would like to travel in the open, enjoying the wind and scenes rather than huddling in the inside. Needless to say, like everyday, we were on the foot board hanging with just one hand on the window and one leg on the foot board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHnasuQRVxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nn150guHvMQ/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHnasuQRVxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nn150guHvMQ/s400/bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222445704778176274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't know what happened on that day, 'coz of some strike or something, the bus took a detour and that road was not familiar to us. Guess what happened? The bus broke down :), The driver and conductor told us to push the bus to make it start and some of the people got down from the bus to help us and most of the people including ladies were still in the bus , 'coz they don't want to get sweat and dirty by pushing. So, we tried our best to push and the bus started moving and the driver, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHnbQ4XsWUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ivz_lB18_zY/s1600-h/post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHnbQ4XsWUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ivz_lB18_zY/s400/post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222446325968951618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;somehow, started it.&lt;br /&gt;The driver took the bus forward without stopping and I thought he forgot about us and my bag and everything was still there in the bus on the lap of some stranger whom I've never met. So, without thinking, I dashed forward to catch the bus and almost got hold of the window. Since it was'nt the main road, the road was very narrow. I almost got in when I saw something was coming very fast towards me, Yah, an electric post :). I quickly moved into the bus to avoid hitting it and I was able to get in, but I forgot to keep my left leg inside.&lt;br /&gt;Oooh!!! I heard some kind of loud sound and found that my leg was between the post and the bus and before I could do anything, the bus moved forward a little more and stopped for other people to get in. The pain was horrible and luckily or unluckily no one noticed it, excep&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHnd1JNuHyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iM7oxHIT5jI/s1600-h/faint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHnd1JNuHyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iM7oxHIT5jI/s400/faint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222449147989073698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t a few school kids who was with me on the footboard.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do, I was sure that my leg broke into two and I felt really thirsty and felt like fainting. I went to the nearest seat and told the guy, who was sitting there, that I am not feeling well and could you allow me to sit there and luckily, he allowed me. Well, I thought I am not going to make it to college and I'll fell in the bus unconsious. But, still I refuse to ask for help, I don't know why, and I just put my head in my hands and closed my eyes and sat there for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;God!!! That feeling of thirst and faintness had lessened and I could breathe normally now. I touched my leg to see whether it is there 'coz there was no feeling of it and was happy that it didn't break as I thought :), I tried to move it and was able to, except the horrible pain. And when my stop came, I got down there and walked almost 2 kms to my college :) Can you believe that? 'coz I still can't believe how I did that :) Well, first of all I had no money to catch a taxi or autorickshaw and there is no bus to our college from the main road and the only way is to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHndZk2ahEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UB-oyLQFqXQ/s1600-h/coll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHndZk2ahEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UB-oyLQFqXQ/s400/coll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222448674371175490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I reached my college, the lower part of my leg was almost as big as a football and the skin had turned to a mix of black, blue and red.&lt;br /&gt;I washed my leg, and went straight to my class and my friends refused to believe my story. They thought it's impossible to happen, after seeing my leg, that I walked these much. Haha, can't blame them and I was there at the college till the evening despite of the pain. After all these misfortunes, I reached my home, exhausted and couldn't move my leg anymore. I gave a different version of a different type of accident to my mother :) and she scolded me for not going to a hospital and again I didn't want to go to hospital 'coz I hated hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I hated hospitals right from my childhood, I was a frequent visitor to the hospital near by, almost once in two weeks and the doctor there was one of my good friends :). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHnc_snWAUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wiExYm-P9_Y/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHnc_snWAUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wiExYm-P9_Y/s400/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222448229778850114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason is because of my crazy experimental adventures like stealing cocunuts/mangoes from trees, jumping from roofs, racing in slippery roads in a cycle  as old as my grandfather which has almost no breaks and the list is endless :)&lt;br /&gt;And I will treat the injuries my self and that was another problem :) Even if it was a very small injury I had the talent to make it really worse, though not on purpose. I hide my injuries from my parents fearing they won't let me play and'll try to cure it myself and most of it ends with taking injections from hospital :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHncTCh_UeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RAfwQZdmYiY/s1600-h/hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHncTCh_UeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RAfwQZdmYiY/s400/hospital.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222447462567858658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, back to my accident. So, I was forced to go to hospital and seeing the swelling in my leg, the first thing the doctor asked was "when did this happen? two months back?". He couldn't believe it happened on that day morning. Well, after the normal procedures there, I came back to my home, no serious injuries although it took two months to heal. And it still remains a miracle to me that my leg didn't break apart after that incident :)&lt;br /&gt;Yah, and the lesson I leared is "whenever I again catch a bus like that I'll always look for electric posts :)". How many such incidents? LOL, it's a wonder I am still alive and have all the organs :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope, I didn't bore you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-7777232056991980526?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/7777232056991980526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/accident.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7777232056991980526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/7777232056991980526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/accident.html' title='An Accident'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHneROBrHwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZJavRPa3unk/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1211358479068646733</id><published>2008-07-12T22:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:15:07.711+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahatma Gandhi'/><title type='text'>Lie!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHjfcQxfKLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UzHW7l9mzFY/s1600-h/lie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHjfcQxfKLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UzHW7l9mzFY/s400/lie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222169444567951538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it possible to live without telling a lie. We've all hear about Mahatma Gandhi living his life based on truth. Is it possible for us to lead a same life. I think, in now a days, if we try to be truthful 100%, then you'll reach no where, right?. A simple example is when you are looking for a job, you need to present that you are the right person they are looking for, even if you know you are not. If you are desperate to get a job, you cannot be truthful 100% at all. Does being truthful lost its importance? A lie cannot be hidden for long was the quote some time ago, but is it any more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1211358479068646733?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1211358479068646733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/lie.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1211358479068646733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1211358479068646733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/lie.html' title='Lie!!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHjfcQxfKLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UzHW7l9mzFY/s72-c/lie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5064543468565168478</id><published>2008-07-11T15:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:19:36.458+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frienship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orkut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Friends!!!! Or Are they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHc5-K-QiwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/b9DXuFASgig/s1600-h/frnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221706033219537666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHc5-K-QiwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/b9DXuFASgig/s400/frnd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Everyone values friendship, one way or the other. People think differently and each of them have their own view of each and every thing and so is friendship. Here, I would like to mention about some of the incidents related to orkut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not long ago, I read about, people making fake profiles using pictures from other profiles and sending vulgar/sexual/offensive/whatever scraps to the friends in the profile they faked. And that was not a surprise at all. But what caught my attention was the behaviour of the people in the friend's list of that real profile. They stopped speaking to that guy and never believed what he said and he was force to sue the guy who created the fake profile. Only then that his friend realised he was telling the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, my question is, should friends be like that? if you cannot trust someone, then, Is he/she your friend? Just because of some silly reasons people break friendship, just like that, and then later again come for friendship. Is it real friendship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5064543468565168478?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5064543468565168478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends-or-are-they.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5064543468565168478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5064543468565168478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends-or-are-they.html' title='Friends!!!! Or Are they?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHc5-K-QiwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/b9DXuFASgig/s72-c/frnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-3061135418116741569</id><published>2008-07-10T20:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:13:31.819+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Do you believe in Luck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHYf36gYV4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/mse-N86PrOc/s1600-h/luck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395863441004418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHYf36gYV4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/mse-N86PrOc/s400/luck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Luck!!! No need to define what it is. For some it's god's grace. For some, it's pure luck and yet for some it's just coincidence. I recently read somewhere that "Luck is nothing but the outcome when preparation meets oppurtunity". Is it right? And even to meet oppurtunity we need to have luck, right?. We are still alive here, isn't that itself luck? We were lucky that we were not born in Afghanistan or Iraq, isn't that luck? So, is there anything called Luck?Share your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-3061135418116741569?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/3061135418116741569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-believe-in-luck.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3061135418116741569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/3061135418116741569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-believe-in-luck.html' title='Do you believe in Luck?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHYf36gYV4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/mse-N86PrOc/s72-c/luck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5362197030139331536</id><published>2008-07-09T19:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:08:54.924+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHTNWHZRYqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I0ccWiJnwFM/s1600-h/luv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221023647855108770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHTNWHZRYqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I0ccWiJnwFM/s400/luv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;If you love some one, you need to show it. Is this quote true? I've heard people talking a lot about their dear ones not loving them, father to children, husband to wife and vice versa. When we ask them about this, they say "I love them so dearly, but I cannot show my love, My love is in my heart" and blah blah. I've seen people always pretending very serious and when we talk they also say like this. Can we blame some one if they broke off saying he/she didn't love me? You love someone and didn't show it, always kept a distance and if he/she left you, can you blame them for not being truthful to you? Love is to show, right?, not to hide somewhere deep in your heart, so that no one can see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5362197030139331536?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5362197030139331536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/love.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5362197030139331536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5362197030139331536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/love.html' title='Love!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHTNWHZRYqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I0ccWiJnwFM/s72-c/luv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-1715655934914524792</id><published>2008-07-08T20:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:39:39.514+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alien'/><title type='text'>If you have a rebirth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHODASJRNCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VnF8FKt75Cg/s1600-h/fut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220660433946489890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHODASJRNCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VnF8FKt75Cg/s400/fut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We are living in a world which is certainly better in most of the ways than the previous times. So, if you were asked, whether you would like to live in a world some 100 years back or now, I hope, most of us would choose now. So, 100 years from now, we cannot even imagine what all changes the world could happen, may be moon will become one of the tourist places, may be we'll get an Alien as our best friend or there won't even be a life on earth here. But lets think positive and don't consider the last option :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the question is if you were given a chance to live once more, will you chose the time that you were born now or would you choose a period say, after a 100 years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-1715655934914524792?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/1715655934914524792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-have-rebirth.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1715655934914524792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/1715655934914524792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-have-rebirth.html' title='If you have a rebirth!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHODASJRNCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VnF8FKt75Cg/s72-c/fut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8094203319718303323</id><published>2008-07-07T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:07:02.341+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revenge'/><title type='text'>Revenge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHHxuNewYTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-bIQbbt50ZI/s1600-h/tch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220219219294052658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHHxuNewYTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-bIQbbt50ZI/s400/tch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;In colleges, I've experienced and heard about teachers revenging students for some silly reasons. Like reducing internal marks, threating to fail them and other things that they can do. Actually, by reducing a few marks, the teacher loses nothing. it's the student who suffers. I know people who can't get a job or apply for a test 'coz they are a bit short of the percent needed like .1% or .2%. Teachers can punish students, but most of the teachers won't let go a simple thing and as long as the student is in the college he/she has to endure it. Once a punishment is given, the whole issue should end with that, right? but that normally won't happen and because of some thing that's done in the first semester the student should hear and endure even in the 6th semester. Is it right? Actually, how many teachers, now a days, want to see their students doing well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8094203319718303323?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8094203319718303323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/revenge.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8094203319718303323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8094203319718303323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/revenge.html' title='Revenge?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SHHxuNewYTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-bIQbbt50ZI/s72-c/tch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-6764606759288820250</id><published>2008-07-06T10:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:27:35.535+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punishment'/><title type='text'>Punishment, For What??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to share a personal experience with you all. Though it's pretty long it'll be interesting, I promise. Well, it happened sometime back when I was 11 years old and was studying in my 7th standard. So, We had a maths teacher who was pretty strict and&lt;br /&gt;when taking his punishment into consideration, well, MAD. Each and every student in his classes were frightened of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let m&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4hHH2cD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/r4uf2oqwoBY/s1600-h/board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219145424419164034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4hHH2cD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/r4uf2oqwoBY/s400/board.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e introduce the way of his teaching, Yah, he teaches well, after that the problem starts. He'll write some maths problem on the board and choses&lt;br /&gt;one from us randomly and then the "chosen one" has to go and solve it in the black board. While solving the problem, "the chosen one" was not supposed to&lt;br /&gt;turn back or anything. So, when we're solving it, if a mistake happens, how we know a mistake happened is, we'll get a good hard hit on our butt with his&lt;br /&gt;hard and long cane [No double meanings, Of course]. His beatings were extraordinary famous in the school at my time, 'coz we used to keep list of the best beaters(teachers) in the school and he always was top on the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4hee_IW2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/YBxNbN-YqbQ/s1600-h/beat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219145825766628194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4hee_IW2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/YBxNbN-YqbQ/s400/beat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was also pretty good in non stop hitting :),if u know what I meant, He has this skillful ability to hit a kid till he/she cries. Once a girl fainted in our class while he was enjoying caning her on the butt. Later we came to know that, she was a heart patient and luckily, on that day onwards, she was given a concession from his cane treatment. So, I was lucky to not be the "chosen one" for sometime, but, yah unfortunately on one day, he chose me. I was an average kid, and was not among the notorious list in the class. The guys on that list used to wear more than two pants when he's got a class, 'coz otherwise you won't be able to sit atleast for a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4iDTibW0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5ZOgm8UoMbo/s1600-h/chs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219146458348608322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4iDTibW0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5ZOgm8UoMbo/s400/chs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, on that unforgettable day, he made me the "chosen one" and sent me to that hell (Black board) right in front of the whole class. That's the first time, I think I am standing in front of the whole class. Needless to say, I was terrified and since there's no other way, I started solving it. You could think what happened next. Well, I jumped when his cane touched my butt so hard. Yah, I knew I made a mistake, but don't know where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4iiqwsTkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pclTEEIUj5Q/s1600-h/yell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219146997158399554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4iiqwsTkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pclTEEIUj5Q/s400/yell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOps!!! He started yelling at me like "Correct it Correct it" and I was so terrified at his yelling and appearance and all that I couldn't guess what went wrong. I just stood there staring at board and then at him and then again at the board for sometime. Well, then I felt like raining, only difference is instead of water, his yelling and hits are coming down, instinctively I put my hand back to prevent, nothing else could I do. I still remember it as clear as a sunny day. I&lt;br /&gt;didn't felt any pain somehow, 'coz I was too terrified to feel anything. I simply stood there enduring all his beating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the otherside, the cane treatment was nothing new to me. My parents were really strict and me and my brother used to get these treatments daily, mainly from my father :). 'N my father was of the kind that if we did something wrong then we have to be punished and no forigiveness or anything. So, I was one of the rarest guys in the class who never cried. It was my pride and ego, not to cry in front of others, no matter what. But I thought this teacher could&lt;br /&gt;change that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4jz7GjTAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JokPWiRAHlc/s1600-h/teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219148393114455042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4jz7GjTAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JokPWiRAHlc/s400/teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So back to the class. He was beating like hell and I didn't even made any sounds. That made him only angrier. He thought I was like some hero who's showing off infront of the class. Well to tell the truth, I was feeling nothing, just an emptiness due to fear. It felt like eternity, but luckily the bell rang and he stormed out of the class yelling at me like "I'll show you tomorrow who I am" and something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4je_ZHpMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/82VUxqrLpFk/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219148033488823490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4je_ZHpMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/82VUxqrLpFk/s400/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, just after he left, my classmates surrounded me praising me about my courage and all and they told me that he hit me 9 times. I entered the&lt;br /&gt;"School books of world records" for getting beaten the most number of times continuously :). I guess, that record is yet to break. From that day onward all&lt;br /&gt;my classmates had a special respect towards me. So, after all these celebrity feeling with fans around me, I ran straight to the ground to play, that's when I noticed that my hands are all&lt;br /&gt;bleeding, Yah like I tried to suicide by cutting the veins in my hand. I guess, it happened when I pulled my hands back instinctively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home after this and it's then that I remembered that sometime back he told like "Those who don't want me to punish have to tell their parents to contact me and for them I&lt;br /&gt;won't punish". Then, I didn't waste any time, I told my father to talk to him and I made him come to the school the next day with me [Actually my mother made him to come with me to school :)]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4lHqQZFzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/f_t8Vyh7qBY/s1600-h/ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219149831701337906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4lHqQZFzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/f_t8Vyh7qBY/s400/ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what happened? My father told him like, yah I still remember the words he used, " considering the kids psychological factor" or something. Suddenly the teacher got angry or whatever he said " I'll hit or kill my students and who's there to question". you know what happened, they argued a lot and my father gave a complaint to the Headmaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day my teacher came to the class and &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4joglPjYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b_7xsZ1IeqU/s1600-h/sit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219148197016866178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4joglPjYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b_7xsZ1IeqU/s400/sit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;disgraced me a lot and said it's only because of the headmaster that I'm still sitting in his class. One thing that unexpectedly happened is that he never hit a kid like that again. You know, whenever I see kids from my old school, even now, I'll inquire about these teacher, I couldn't believe my ears about what they say about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's all transformed now, I think, after that incident. Yah, atleast I&lt;br /&gt;am happy that I could make a change in one's character :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the question is did I deserve that Kind of treatment, No matter what ever I did? I am not against punishment. I myself have taught kids from grade 1 till +2 when I was doing my degree. I guess punishment is for making some good change in people. Any interesting thoughts, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-6764606759288820250?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/6764606759288820250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/punishment-for-what.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6764606759288820250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/6764606759288820250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/punishment-for-what.html' title='Punishment, For What??'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4hHH2cD4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/r4uf2oqwoBY/s72-c/board.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-4352465451366338894</id><published>2008-07-05T15:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:00:00.663+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><title type='text'>International Symbol of marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4pI7O0ICI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T5y8cz6Riw8/s1600-h/int2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219154251484504098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4pI7O0ICI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T5y8cz6Riw8/s400/int2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The image that you see is the international symbol of marriage :). If u dont believe it, just type "international symbol of marriage" in google image search.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all women Are happy now!! :)And for those who are not getting what's in the hand of man ............................it is creditcard OF COURSE!!! &lt;br /&gt;Any nice comments on this? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-4352465451366338894?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/4352465451366338894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/international-symbol-of-marriage.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4352465451366338894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/4352465451366338894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/international-symbol-of-marriage.html' title='International Symbol of marriage'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4pI7O0ICI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T5y8cz6Riw8/s72-c/int2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-5141361528254377867</id><published>2008-07-04T16:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:28:15.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Love, Like!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4CN7W_EdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HaitZT22rgI/s1600-h/luv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219111456464638418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4CN7W_EdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HaitZT22rgI/s400/luv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Girls love their father more than their mother and Boys love their mother more than their father".How do you comment on this? Don't answer like kids "I love them both equally", Come on, be frank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-5141361528254377867?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/5141361528254377867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-like.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5141361528254377867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/5141361528254377867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-like.html' title='Love, Like!!!'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SG4CN7W_EdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HaitZT22rgI/s72-c/luv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-8183482825833205240</id><published>2008-07-03T16:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:54:11.978+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sri Sri Ravishankar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matha Amrithananthamayi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sathya Sayi Baba'/><title type='text'>Do you believe in Human Gods?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SGy2w1zjljI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SxqICQixVC0/s1600-h/go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218747018408859186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="125" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SGy2w1zjljI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SxqICQixVC0/s400/go.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've heard and had lot of friend who talk about Matha Amrithananthamayi, Sathya Sayi Baba, Sri Sri Ravishankar and all about their extraordinary abilities. But, unfortunately I never had an oppurtunity to meet them or to check that myself. 'coz I am interested a lot in these things, these what do we say, the people in the other level (or whatever). Just want to know any one of you believe in these people or have friends who have any similar experience. Well, if you believe in people like us who lived here and did (so they say) unbelievable things and later became God, then you should believe in these people also right?. if you believe in human gods, then why? if you not, then why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961685909419752847-8183482825833205240?l=sowhatyathink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/feeds/8183482825833205240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-believe-in-human-gods.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8183482825833205240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961685909419752847/posts/default/8183482825833205240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowhatyathink.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-believe-in-human-gods.html' title='Do you believe in Human Gods?'/><author><name>Aneesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12671001085513516306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/ScJY2TkBVfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/EewHD-agl24/S220/mypic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SGy2w1zjljI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SxqICQixVC0/s72-c/go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961685909419752847.post-9213806283587525307</id><published>2008-07-02T19:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:08:05.379+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justice'/><title type='text'>Where is justice for Boys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just got an interesting e-mail which is like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-TGOm8VK9rE/SGuSdUznR8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WPF9oHd0SBY/s1600-h/jus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218425625737906114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10
