<?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-16962673</id><updated>2012-02-07T12:34:34.419+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its all about me !!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-6904383120020061781</id><published>2012-02-07T12:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:34:34.618+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kini and Co...</title><content type='html'>Navneet Kini and Co..I am totally impressed by their service and professionalism...There are few who actually underplay their knowledge and explain to you with utmost clarity and sincerity and that even for someone like me who does not want to understand the tax rules, things look clear and clean. I would recommend them for the following&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Professionalism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Sensible amount they charge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. People friendliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Competence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ambiance of the place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are located at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yellowpages.sulekha.com/bangalore/business-services/chartered-accountants/indira-nagar/n-navaneeth-kini-co.htm#"&gt;http://yellowpages.sulekha.com/bangalore/business-services/chartered-accountants/indira-nagar/n-navaneeth-kini-co.htm#&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-6904383120020061781?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/6904383120020061781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=6904383120020061781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/6904383120020061781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/6904383120020061781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2012/02/kini-and-co.html' title='Kini and Co...'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-29431027313772326</id><published>2012-02-03T00:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-03T00:15:00.972+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>since i last posted anything on this site. Off late i have been neglecting a lot of stuff. Partly because i have lesser stuff to worry about (of course apart from my office work). I have a more relaxed and cheerful (touchwood) env around me now...Thanks to a few bold decisions taken after what seemed like forever. The change in a couple of things made me realize one thing, that no one is a bad professional, you are just a bad person...you become bad professional automatically..Thanks to my ex-boss who made me understand that working with him/her was the worst thing that i could do to myself :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, back to the good things, i have made a few friends in the new workplace and enjoy time with them. Learning a lot along with a bunch of new folks is always good :)..you all either understand it or dont he he he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On personal front, i became the god mother for the cutest baby girl and loved every moment of it. Roshan has become more naughty and i am getting more impatient. Patched up with my long lost sibling and cut off a self centered so-called-friend. Stopped asking C about his return and getting addicted to OS...not a good sign sigh sigh !!! Have a strong urge to smoke after someone mentioned that it is a faster way to lose weight :(  am just kidding okay.&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/16962673-29431027313772326?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/29431027313772326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=29431027313772326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/29431027313772326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/29431027313772326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2012/02/long-time.html' title='Long time...'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-5586367274172128830</id><published>2011-08-10T19:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:26:33.238+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>1. I am happy today because had the most wonderful time@ office :)&lt;div&gt;2. My team floored me with an amazing gift. If i tell you what it is, you will brand me. So, am not telling ya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I made the perfect french fries ever. Awesome and Crispy yummm :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I just realized that one of the investments that i did not make was a boon in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Read a blog post which made me smile away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Watched a sweet short film on facebook and mighty impressed with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I was not upset for the first time (strangely) that the kid did not get any '*' in his homework. Does it really matter ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Some deals have finally come to a conclusion...Atlast..TG !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Met an old friend and there was an instant spark and gossip :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. R was awake when i got home and gave me the tightest hug possible, followed by 'I missed you' and he really meant it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-5586367274172128830?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5586367274172128830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=5586367274172128830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/5586367274172128830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/5586367274172128830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/08/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-7372724546507010505</id><published>2011-08-05T14:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:46:36.699+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When it is time</title><content type='html'>you just need to go. When i posted about how will i know if am there yet, i did not realize that people and the process around will ensure you understand very well when it is time for you to go. They do not spare a tiny bit of opportunity to stress on the fact that they are done with you, you are no longer needed and that it is in the best interest of you and your self respect that you go. &lt;div&gt;Everything around you reminds you of how all that good feedback becomes irrelevant and un-important as no one cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learnt is to not give a damn about anything or anyone and do what you want to do and what your priorities are. Understand that no one cares about you more than themselves, and you are an idiot if you are not giving yourself preference over others and their issues. Now, don't ask me if i was being an Idiot. I hate to admit it, but yes, i was being an idiot :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please my dear blog, i am not ranting about this above said fact. I have learnt a lesson and i am documenting it so that next time when i want to say good bye to something, i will read this post and not get sentimental about it. If i start getting upset about sly people who are sick and take pride in lying and cheating others, i do not think I can remain insane for long :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, it is time to GO...for GOOD :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-7372724546507010505?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7372724546507010505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=7372724546507010505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7372724546507010505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7372724546507010505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-it-is-time.html' title='When it is time'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-7640162906685838193</id><published>2011-07-29T05:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:59:36.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong</title><content type='html'>with me ? I mean, it is only 5.51 AM on a Friday and am up, with hair oiled, teeth brushed and already typing to post a blog. 5.51 AM was never a time for me to wake up at all. I guess my body is so used to getting only 5 hours of sleep that no matter how late i sleep, i wake up exactly after 5 hours. This is the issue that needs more attention right now. &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/16962673-7640162906685838193?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7640162906685838193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=7640162906685838193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7640162906685838193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7640162906685838193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-is-wrong.html' title='What is wrong'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-7165578376573657064</id><published>2011-07-28T16:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:40:06.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sick..of being sick</title><content type='html'>I am....truely am sick of being sick...Sinusitis is not a good thing to inherit from mom's. Anyway, there are advantages and disadvantages of being sick. You get to stay at home, Drop and pick the kid from school and watch as much TV as you want (of course only till the kid returns from school). You can cook...okay, am sick, that does not mean i am bed ridden. I love to cook and cooking relaxes my mind and soul. I can prepare fresh snacks for the kid as well. Can call people whom you never bothered wish on birthdays and anniversaries. Chat with friends over skype/gtalk/facebook/whatever. You can sleep in the afternoon and wake up 6.45 PM and no one bothers you :)..and above all, you need not goto office and do any work...hurray !!! Dont ask me, if i missed the last one...nope ! I did not at all...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disadvantages: after 2 days, the kid wants you out of the house, forces you into an auto and waves a happy good bye (finally, got rid of mom! kind of bye...).I am not paranoid about taking medicine, but do not make me do the steam inhalation, i hate that stuff. I can not go and sit in the balcony to watch my bitter gourd creeper in full bloom. I can not sleep holding the kids hand..am sick you know, i cant give him a hug :( and worst, i can not wash my hair..Bloody hell ! I do not like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-7165578376573657064?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7165578376573657064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=7165578376573657064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7165578376573657064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7165578376573657064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/07/sickof-being-sick.html' title='Sick..of being sick'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-7108867159177008127</id><published>2011-07-12T21:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:17:49.504+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am there yet ???</title><content type='html'>The question currently lingering in my mind is this....I am there yet ? When do we get answers for all these ? Does someone need to tell me the answers is the first question to ask myself...I think i have had enough...and do not need someone to tell me that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-7108867159177008127?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7108867159177008127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=7108867159177008127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7108867159177008127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7108867159177008127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-there-yet.html' title='I am there yet ???'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-917090791551201457</id><published>2011-06-02T08:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:21:23.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reading skills...</title><content type='html'>R : What is written on this ? (holding my id card)&lt;div&gt;Me: Go ahead and read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R:...C..Y...P...R...E...S...S, Lakshmi ( and looks up with the triumphant look which indicates "see i have done it")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R:Amma, shouldn't they write amma here ? You are amma no ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-917090791551201457?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/917090791551201457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=917090791551201457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/917090791551201457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/917090791551201457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/06/reading-skills.html' title='Reading skills...'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-2016806097044212185</id><published>2011-05-06T10:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:25:10.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not so good start...</title><content type='html'>I do not like the days when i wake up with heavy heart and unknown depression of sorts...i myself do not know why and how i can be depressed on a bright Friday morning. Not really sure what causes it. I just want to go back to sleep. Is it fatigue ? fatigue after 8 hours of sleep ??? Is it even possible ? I don't want to talk to anyone, don't want to listen to anyone. But, that is kind of nearly impossible to do for me....am feeling so depressed that i can go watch the crappiest of senti movie and cry my heart out...OMG ! something is wrong. Looks like i need professional help here :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-2016806097044212185?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2016806097044212185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=2016806097044212185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/2016806097044212185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/2016806097044212185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-so-good-start.html' title='Not so good start...'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-2457425007991854117</id><published>2011-05-04T08:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:21:12.141+05:30</updated><title type='text'>School days...Part-I</title><content type='html'>I read someones blog yesterday which described how petrified that person was during schooling due to various reasons. Since the person was not too good at studies, extremely bad at sport and worse, did not have any friends in school, found it scary and frustrating to goto school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which makes me think and thank god for all the good time i had in school. I distinctively remember how the same kind of situation turned completely in my favour...lot of reasons. I was a loner as i could not read, write or understand any language including English that my classmates spoke. I just felt so horrible to be in such a teary situation, far away from parents and sibling...with my hitler's re-birth kind of grandfather. But, the person who made it easy for me was for grandma....will tell about that some other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the first day in school was unforgettable...I enter this place where i dont have a clue what people are speaking (tamil), cant understand what they are teaching (hindi and english) and dont even know how to excuse myself for restroom...thanks to hand signs ;)...I cried and cried myself to bed that night. See, there was no phone to call my mom and ask her to take me back...forget about call, there was no scope to express such feelings. When i type this, i have a lump in my throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very sad. More sad because the hindi teacher had asked us to learn a poem for the class next day and we had to recite in the class. More worry because the hindi teacher knew me through my aunt who was her ex-student. I guess that was the most tense night before feb 24th 2007 night...It was a shift school and started only from 1.30 in the afternoon. Somehow, my grandmother could see the change of feeling and my lack on interest in eating breakfast. She asked me and thats all was needed. The dam of my tears broke open. I cried and cried and was very scared of the humiliation awaiting in the school that afternoon. "I will teach you", she said, and i was amazed. Never realized my grandma could read and understand Hindi. Though she wasnt an expert, she read it, and i wrote it down in telugu (i was from telugu medium school) and memorized it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At school, the first thing hindi teacher en-quired on how many kids learnt the poem she asked us to learn. I realized after 30 secs that only i had raised my hand. Honestly, i was too innocent back then. The concept of 'it is ok to not do homework' or 'it is ok not to answer' was never part of my school life earlier. She asked me to come to the board and recite, and i could see all the girls grinning as they thought i had lied....they knew i had no clue to read one single syllable in hindi....Then, i started reciting the poem and i still remember the way their eyes popped out in amazement. Of course i did not recite with the correct diction, but yes, I DID RECITE the full poem.  There was pin drop silence after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one spoke for a while and then i could hear the teacher clapping and the class followed...Everyone stood up and clapped for me...I knew that i was no longer an alien there....It was the beginning of being accepted. It was the beginning of a long friendship with all my friends..Humble beginning, i may add. Teacher was all praise as i had put so much hard work to learn and overcome the obstacles..I dont remember what she praised as i could not understand completely..But, i knew that i will do good in this school. I knew that i will be happy there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-2457425007991854117?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2457425007991854117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=2457425007991854117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/2457425007991854117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/2457425007991854117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/05/school-dayspart-i.html' title='School days...Part-I'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-7423319470472514819</id><published>2011-03-04T12:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:24:39.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I got this... in spite of giving all correct answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/quiz/twitter_spell"&gt;&lt;img src="http://theoatmeal.com/img/quizzes/generated/8_80_b.jpg" alt="The Twitter Spelling Test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/"&gt;Oatmeal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-7423319470472514819?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7423319470472514819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=7423319470472514819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7423319470472514819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7423319470472514819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-he.html' title='I got this... in spite of giving all correct answers'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-5763954712381136048</id><published>2011-03-04T11:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:14:24.975+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walk and Talk</title><content type='html'>You know what ? I have started to walk to office...it is not a great distance (just 1.5 Kms) one way. But, it feels really good to walk..it is hot, it is tiring... but, i like it. I like it when i have 15 minutes in the morning for myself to talk to myself, so that i can listen to songs on my ipod, watch people, see the world zoom past and feel the breeze from the lake brush my face....I also like the other perks attached....I did lose some weight both from body and soul. Now, that means I need to drink a lot of water, and yes....have been sincere about that as well...Now, where is my bottle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-5763954712381136048?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5763954712381136048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=5763954712381136048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/5763954712381136048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/5763954712381136048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/03/walk-and-talk.html' title='Walk and Talk'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-7227989120160731842</id><published>2011-01-29T07:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-29T07:40:50.207+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time to switch...</title><content type='html'>I guess with all the confusion about what needs to be submitted to retain my LPG connection, i will go ahead and ditch the govt owned Indane. i.e. If the agency is adamant about my ration card or Election id card, then let be, and am switching to a private gas agency. Hope they too are not interested in my Ration/Election card. Also, i guess its time for me buy a induction plate. That would ensure that i do not spend 4 times the money i normally spend on LPG....Let us see where it all goes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-7227989120160731842?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7227989120160731842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=7227989120160731842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7227989120160731842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7227989120160731842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-to-switch.html' title='Time to switch...'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-800573251239940203</id><published>2010-06-01T10:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:33:13.331+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>20th May was roshans first day of school....no tears, no tantrums, but all smiles. This is what&lt;div&gt;i would describe the first day. Me and C were waiting outside the school for him to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really sad to see all those crying and wailing kids. Felt terrible looking at them...... The school does not allow parents inside the class, they dont even let you peek through. I was pretty pissed off with that rule. How do you expect kids as small as 2 yrs old to walk straight into a class room and forget their parents in a jiffy....B*** S***....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the story did not continue for long, in a week, roshan somehow did not like going to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, he held my maids hand tightly and pleaded, i dnt want to go....my heart sank when she told me that. I was feeling very sad....Need to find the root cause behind it......Until then, i will feel restless.....&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/16962673-800573251239940203?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/800573251239940203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=800573251239940203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/800573251239940203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/800573251239940203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-6937137359304263326</id><published>2010-05-28T11:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:52:09.608+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Test f(p)light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZBJkoFglO8/S_9g0s2-BeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/e7kc_PXgdac/s1600/IMG_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZBJkoFglO8/S_9g0s2-BeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/e7kc_PXgdac/s320/IMG_0250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476202130416993762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the black helicopter in the picture  ? The whole of the last weekend, these were circling above the area where we live.....Roshan had a good time watching them go in circles...I later read in the newspaper that this was a test flight and the 2 white helicopters that circled behind the black one where there for taking care of 'emergency situation'....probably to carry to bodies of the civilians or pilots who might get killed if the new one crashes......what the heck...Dont they have an empty air field where they can go and do these tests ? Why the civilians ? They never learn....&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/16962673-6937137359304263326?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/6937137359304263326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=6937137359304263326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/6937137359304263326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/6937137359304263326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2010/05/test-fplight.html' title='Test f(p)light'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZBJkoFglO8/S_9g0s2-BeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/e7kc_PXgdac/s72-c/IMG_0250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-5633870785513452045</id><published>2010-05-28T09:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:10:39.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My 2 cents on ruchika's case</title><content type='html'>Ok...the entire nation and many parts of the world know the ruchika case and all other details. As in all criminal cases, this too did not capture my attention...even when mr.rathore was attacked by a man outside the court. But, once the HC declared that his jail term be extended to 1.5 yrs, i got curious....ok... u can call me a lazy bum...go ahead..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if what is put in this link is true &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruchika_Girhotra_Case"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruchika_Girhotra_Case&lt;/a&gt;, then why should the Indian judicial system even consider thinking of this beast, his age, his personal commitments and un-wedded daughter and her future ? Why ? Did he think once before he did all that was said to ruchika ? I am not a feminist. I am not saying this because he did it to a girl. He did all the damage he could, to a family. Think of the trauma the father and the brother had to go through. It reminded me of some real cruel tamil/hindi movies in which such incidents take place. In reality, i cry when i watch such movies.  I just could not bear the very thought of someone actually going through all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i were in ruchika's situation, probably after realizing that not one soul would step forward to help me/my family, i would have resorted to the same thing.......All the bullshit about let us fight and wait for justice does not work in a country like ours where rape victims are verbally raped in the court until they give up and let go. There is no fas track justice. There is NO justice in most cases. How many big shots/ their kith/kin got framed for criminal charges and were prosecuted ? to my knowledge, not many until recent few years. That too mainly due to media pressure and not with the clean intention to actually award justice to the people deserved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not a good way to start my weekend (well, almost)....but, the heading in today's TOI was that some big shot female and her family got acquainted due to lack of evidence....i could not believe that the judicial system would get any better than the other cases in the past and actually get them to terms with their sin or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-5633870785513452045?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5633870785513452045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=5633870785513452045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/5633870785513452045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/5633870785513452045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-2-cents-on-ruchikas-case.html' title='My 2 cents on ruchika&apos;s case'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-9198087207037292671</id><published>2010-04-22T19:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:51:50.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rays of sunshine....</title><content type='html'>Atlast, i seem to see them not too far away from me.... the most special person on earth is slowly coming back to normal and the ray of smile is the ray of sunshine for me.....i know the lips are dried, eyes are full of tears and body not co-operating much, but still, the small ray of hope and strength is what is making me feel more confident and cheerful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started to be the old self, and that is making her happy..... Its kind of a chain reaction. The kid is also surprised that mom is what she was earlier. Good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a low key, i own a new vehicle....main reason to invest so much and buy it is to ensure that my dear one is able to travel comfortably when around. Thanks to DH for ensuring that things are balanced. I really owe a big one to you. Anything for you....anytime.... Love you ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-9198087207037292671?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/9198087207037292671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=9198087207037292671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/9198087207037292671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/9198087207037292671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2010/04/rays-of-sunshine.html' title='Rays of sunshine....'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-3166051251932585674</id><published>2009-12-04T15:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:21:49.372+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tamil or Telugu or Hindi or English</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm...... i have to think in all these 4 languages while talking to different people who are part of my in-different life. As a child i always used to dream of a telugu guy who loves 'ghatasala' songs and would hum them like my mother. Then when i got a hang of hindi songs and my love for north indian music (thats what it used to be called), i wanted some one who enjoys all the qawwali's ghajals and other stuff. This strong affinity for telugu and hindi continued for the next couple of years. Suddenly one day i heard the tamil song 'ilaya nila...' and i was head over heels for Raja sir !&lt;br /&gt;He is the musical magician...no arguments about it (not even remote). Then i started loving the combo of SPB and Ilayaraja.......After marrying a tamil guy who does not follow much hindi songs or knows of any existence of any telugu songs, i got to know the wonderful treasures in tamil music. Can you believe it when i say i never like MJ earlier ? But, my husband can kill me in exchange of an MJ album :(. Now i stared to appreciate English songs and their music. Now i love a lot of English classics and MJ songs (too late i guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to to initial topic, i am impartial to all these 4 languages. A good song in any language is appreciated. Roshan is getting trained on the same in his fathers absence. I want him to love all the songs and movies i like and enjoy watching again and again and again. He should love Geetanjali + Sound of music + DDLJ + Tiruda tiruda...... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-3166051251932585674?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3166051251932585674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=3166051251932585674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/3166051251932585674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/3166051251932585674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2009/12/tamil-or-telugu-or-hindi-or-english.html' title='Tamil or Telugu or Hindi or English'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-5993470465361106101</id><published>2009-11-11T16:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:57:17.045+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Long Battles starts today</title><content type='html'>A long battle with something deadly has started today. I hope we come out victorious out of it. It hurts more to see someone whom you care for suffer.  All i want now is some peace of mind and some emotional strength. I wish i could revert back things and make certain stuff disappear. But, nope. Life is not that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE is the Medicine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-5993470465361106101?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5993470465361106101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=5993470465361106101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/5993470465361106101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/5993470465361106101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-battles-starts-today.html' title='Long Battles starts today'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-283919175309264814</id><published>2009-09-10T14:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:16:30.098+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Present(Tense?)</title><content type='html'>Right now, am going through a phase in life that is making me more stronger.... Actually people expect me to break,cry and lament. But, i dont want to do it and wont do it either. I am questioning myself about a lot of things. What is important for me at this juncture in life ? Money, career or family ? I can earn money, but need a career. But, nothing to have a family. I would any day say family. I might sound like a loser, but i am not.  People who have happiness and peace are the richest. I am not a hypocrate and dont intend to be one. I cant lie to people, pretend as if i like them, praise them and all that crap. I am like this. Like me ? Good for you.  Dont like me ? Good for me !!! I have learnt that if something goes wrong, it is for good. Gives an oppurtunity to analyze yourself, the situation, your capabilities, liabilities and more importantly...the people around you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If money can bring all happiness, then how come i dont see many people happy around me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-283919175309264814?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/283919175309264814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=283919175309264814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/283919175309264814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/283919175309264814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/presenttense.html' title='Present(Tense?)'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-7175406846139009580</id><published>2009-01-19T15:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:22:54.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New year 2009 !!!!</title><content type='html'>We are already 19 days into the new year 2009... How fast and before i would realize, we would be in year 2010 :) ... I had a decent start of the year. No great celebrations, but with a simple prayer to keep everyone in good health and spirit. My husband was traveling on the night of 31st Dec 2008, so i was a little tense. Till he reached home at 2.34 in the morning, i was anxious and tense. But, once he came, he took my son to the beach. I had no energy left to get ready. Mr.Roshan however was wide awake and all prepared to jump into the car.  We had a restful new year day with lunch ordered from a nice hotel. So, it was day for cards and gambling. We have quiet a spoilt family. We play black jack with money involved. We were victorious as a couple. Managed to get back our investement and made some 160 rupees. Not bad at all. Then we took everyone out for an ice cream that cost us 320, but 160/- is a decent amount to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the trip and my son enjoyed the night journey in the train. He was amazed to discover that he can jump and hop and unlike in the car, i wont scream my heads off asking him to sit down. He slept during the return journey, but onwards we were like owls. Thats okay, we did not expect to child to behave well in his first ever over night journey in the train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-7175406846139009580?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7175406846139009580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=7175406846139009580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7175406846139009580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7175406846139009580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-2009.html' title='New year 2009 !!!!'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-8356276013607827553</id><published>2008-12-17T11:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:39:07.375+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Simple joys(?) of life</title><content type='html'>that used to make you happy are not longer fun. At the same time, things that used to be silly and part of life is all you long for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i used to love to buy stuff for myself. Shopping was a big thing that i could indulge in only once or twice a year. Birthday celebration was not even considered as it would require moolah !&lt;br /&gt;But now, when i have the money to buy whatever i want no one around to show interest in such things.  Even i feel grown up and old :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i long for those long chats with family during a train journey, long walks in the beach, simple dosa treat in 'Ramanas', PEC canteen noodles, bus ride to college, group studies (ha ha ha ! ) and the joy i used to get out of buying a dress worth 200 rupees after searching the whole town for a dress that would fit me, my taste and my moms budget. Those good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way my mother and aunts would line us up to walk to the beach some 1.5 kms from my grandparents house. The treat was a cone ice cream (yummy ! nothing can beat this...even Häagen-Dazs&lt;sup class="reg"&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt;) on the way back home. That was a neat trick to stop us from doing any mischief. We used to be like no-one-can-be-as-good-as-me kids. Well behaved.  The only that that has changed now is that, no one makes me walk that much for the ice cream any more. We go have the ice cream along with my 2 yr old son and relish it. Nothing has changed, the shop, the owner, the ambience, the best - the taste. Only the price has been hiked from 10/- to 15/-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way i used to wait for my ammumma to preapre sambhar. Being from a andhrite family, sambhar was not a frequenter on the list. It was once a fortnight thingy. I used to literally drink it up for lunch, dinner and breakfast the following day. But now, i am married into a Tamilian family and Sambhar has become twice a week affair. Also, the person who makes it has changed, and the taste too. I miss the taste of your sambhar ammumma :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi songs were such a rarity. Chitrahaar and Rangoli...Oh my god ! i used to wait for them... But now, my son is so much addicted to '9xM' a music channel that i detest the hindi songs the most. But i still love the language, i am kind of bugged watching the same old hindi songs again and again. Now due to the accessability factor, they dont excite me anymore :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-8356276013607827553?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/8356276013607827553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=8356276013607827553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/8356276013607827553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/8356276013607827553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2008/12/simple-joys-of-life.html' title='Simple joys(?) of life'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-334404665335172464</id><published>2008-12-05T00:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:52:06.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who is hotter ;) ?</title><content type='html'>It is 12.33 midnight, and i am watching 'Singh is king'.. oogling at the most hot guy ! Everyone said Akki was hot, but i truly feel sonu sood is really really hot. Where were you guy ? I had noticed him in one of the most silly roles in 'Chandramukhi', and had lot of hopes for him..Sonu, please dont sign on movies with rajshri man. You are the next  property of hollywood. Do some macho stuff. Salmans and SRK will beg for their place if you get the right kind of break. I am going to get one poster of him soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i sure must admit that Akki did look extremely cool in the 'singh is king' track. He redefines the coolness quitient when he lifts his hand in the air and declares to the whole world that he is 'THE KING' ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-334404665335172464?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/334404665335172464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=334404665335172464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/334404665335172464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/334404665335172464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-is-hotter.html' title='Who is hotter ;) ?'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-3866500505225399502</id><published>2008-11-13T13:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:32:21.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is never unfair !</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we just feel that life is so unfair to us. The way i was feeling from the past few days. There is always something or the other that makes u feel like u have the most crappy life anyone ever had. But, the truth is, unless u start looking at the lives of others, u never know how fair life has been to you. God has been very kind to me in a lot of ways. Of course, i had my shares of bitterness, but, still. The whole of yesterday i was feeling stupid, silly, frustrated and very very low in self esteem. I was even wondering what would happen to me, my life, my kid, my family and all shit. Blaming N number of people for screwing up my day and my peace. Then i went back home, sat in a room all by myself. Someone once told me (a HR guy), people will screw your life only as much as u want them to screw it. So, why give them a chance. If you want to screw it, do the honors and screw it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i put down on paper all that i have accomplished and all that life gave me. I was so happy that i have a husband to bear with me, a house to live in, resources enough to feed and take care of me till they or i live. I guess its fine. Life has been very fair to me. I have a career and pay that i never even dreamt of. I have a lovely baby who loves me as much as i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why crib that life denied me certain things, when all i need to see is the positive side of things and grasp what is necessary :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-3866500505225399502?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3866500505225399502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=3866500505225399502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/3866500505225399502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/3866500505225399502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-never-unfair.html' title='Life is never unfair !'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-5534586686711499428</id><published>2008-09-25T10:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:03:36.962+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Roshan is 19</title><content type='html'>Months old.. He completes 19 months today. Wow ! I never realized how time flew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-5534586686711499428?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5534586686711499428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=5534586686711499428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/5534586686711499428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/5534586686711499428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2008/09/roshan-is-19.html' title='Roshan is 19'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-7336630599334800065</id><published>2008-09-24T17:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:35:28.845+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I have my own roof now !</title><content type='html'>Okay ! Not just the roof but the walls and the floor as well. I have bought a place in the air...i mean an apartment. Man ! It took me 7 yrs of working my ass off to buy it. And i am supposed to work for 20 more years to re-pay....What a fun ? I never wanted to buy a house for long. First of all did not want a commitment for so long and second i hate thinking twice about buying anything i like (of course reasonable stuff).Buying a house would put us in some budget mode and i don't like it. My family and friends always used to make fun of me that i don't care about the future and my kid and all shit. I used give them a cold expressionless look and then smile...That would drive them crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time around, i got a nice deal and it was fairly closer (okay ! 1.5 kms is closer) to the place where i work and i can see the tech park from my balcony. Though this is not my dream house, i was happy with it. My dream house should be built from scratch under my supervision and design. i want a nice piece of land where i can grow my veggies and flowers. I can cook with them and okay okay ! Its some 5 years down the line :) Let us wait till then ! Shall we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is done which paves way for the other. I dont know whats next. Atleast this time around, i think i will learn to drive and buy a car for myself. Dont laugh at me :(....i dont know to drive. Of course, am a modern women who can drive my husband crazy, but not a car. Husbands are easier to drive (crazy/away) when compared with a car....This is what is called as 'Fourwheelerophobia'.. (applicable only to driving and not traveling).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-7336630599334800065?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7336630599334800065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=7336630599334800065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7336630599334800065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7336630599334800065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-my-own-roof-now.html' title='I have my own roof now !'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-4178606479710576609</id><published>2008-04-02T14:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:06:05.215+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finding my nemo...</title><content type='html'>Hmm.... I know how much effort nemo's dad put to get nemo back. But, do u know how much effort i had to put to get my nemo back ? I meant the DVD.. Okay here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the movie 'Finding nemo' and have watched it atleast 100 times. We had a lovely neighbout with three daughters. The younger one was very fond of me and was with us most of the time..used to call me 'lappi aunty' as he cant say 'lakshmi' and my husband  was 'unkoo' and not 'uncle' :-). Her name was tamanna and she is my favourite kid ...ofcourse after my own son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tamanna always loved to watch this movie. The moment she steps into my house, she would say 'fish daalo' (play the movie). Everyday ! Man, she watched it everyday...Atleast for 10 mins. So, one day i had given it it her to take it to her house to watch and her mom had taken it along with her to Hyderabad. After they came back we realized that she has forgotten it there. So, after a few phone calls, they traced the DVD and it was couriered to us. I am very posessive about my music CD's and DVD's and my neighbour knew it well. So, lost and found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day one my colleagues wanted to watch the movie. She took and returned it back. That particular day, on my way back home, i went to fabmall for buying some stuff. Had left my lunch bag which had the DVD as well at the counter. I happily forgot to collect it and went home. After three days i realized that my lunch box was missing (okay okay, i didnt cook for three days). So, my assumption was that anyway the box would stink, why would i need it. So, 2 more days went by. Then Tamanna came back from her vacation and coorg and as usual the first request is to play the movie. I jumped out of the couch. Oh my God ! The lunch bag had the DVD. I ran to grab my bike keys realizing a little that i was in my oldest and unpressed dress with uncombed hair..Thanks god i had brused atleast :-)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running up the stairs and was like 'i had come here 1 week back. Left my lunch bag...' full story. Didnt tell him the DVD was there as i thought that he might flick the DVD and just give me the bag which i was least interested in. Then he said that someone had collected it and he dosent know where that person is. Can you believe it ? I waited there for 2 hrs to locate that person. Meanwhile am pretty sure the entire jayamahal customers of fabmall have assumed that i was a beggar and had i waited for soemmore time they would offered me money :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person came and he was very wise. He said 'madam, your box was stinking. I threw it away and here is your bag with the DVD'..At that moment i was least bothered about my tupperware lunch box that he threw away..under normal circumstances, i would have killed anyone who would use/set eye on my lunch box..Yes. As all women do, i love TUPPERWARE. So, here comes my nemo DVD....I thanked all my stars and god for getting it back to me. By the time i came back home my husband had convinced Tamanna that nemo was dead and wont come back. He went and got her a real fish :-)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing she was crying badly for Nemo. She saw me entering the house and asked 'Aunty, pish aa gaya ?" and i just told her "HAMARA NEMO MIL GAYA" :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-4178606479710576609?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4178606479710576609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=4178606479710576609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/4178606479710576609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/4178606479710576609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2008/04/finding-my-nemo.html' title='Finding my nemo...'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-2620631973424355994</id><published>2008-03-28T12:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:20:31.618+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back into action (along with Roshan)</title><content type='html'>Okay ! It took me 13 months to get back into action. why 13 months ? he he he...my son is now 13 months old and i have some (more) time for me now...finally ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not as hectic as other mothers would crib. Touch wood ! he didn't trouble me in anyways. No issue with sleep, food or adjusting to who was taking care of him etc...no mommy requirement round the clock. So, my son behaved like a grown up and well mannered kid right from the beginning. But, i used to feel sad about it sometimes that he never misses/cries when i leave for office/shopping. But, hey ! I am glad he didn't cry and make both our lives miserable. I am guilt free at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now things are changing a little. The moment i pick up my bag, he knows i am planning to leave. All he wants is to come and wave me a bye and honk once (only once).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to eat from my plate and knows when the food is over. He wants to watch 'Krishna' on POGO. He loves ad's. He loves to stand on his on and look at me with that victorious smile and immediately grab my hand out of fear of falling down.  All this is so sweet. I wish i had a chance to blog all that happened in these 13 months.  I do have it all in my heart...would pour it out one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshan (okay ! thats his name) can say 'amma' 'taatha' 'anna' and 'paappa' but not 'appa' :-( That really worries me. His dad has a big crib about it. Now i heard him say something like 'nice' and 'phish' once or twice..but not 'appa' but he likes to 'daadaa'...may be my husband has to adjust with 'dada' :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-2620631973424355994?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2620631973424355994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=2620631973424355994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/2620631973424355994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/2620631973424355994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-into-action-along-with-roshan.html' title='Back into action (along with Roshan)'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-7286619630389380531</id><published>2007-09-17T14:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:56:51.042+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I lost it.....</title><content type='html'>ha ha haaaaaaaaaaa ! I meant weight !&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 4 kilos in 1.5 months..you&lt;br /&gt;feel its slow..come to the gym once and&lt;br /&gt;you would know what it takes to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast 3 people have noticed the change&lt;br /&gt;and now i am more eager to lose more and&lt;br /&gt;more. So, i tell ya ! Its not easy but&lt;br /&gt;its not impossible too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to lose atleast 2 more before my&lt;br /&gt;B'day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-7286619630389380531?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7286619630389380531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=7286619630389380531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7286619630389380531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/7286619630389380531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-lost-it.html' title='I lost it.....'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-1495459780771865476</id><published>2007-07-16T12:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:36:12.657+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Atlast am at it...</title><content type='html'>I have made up my mind to lose some..okay okay not some but a lot&lt;br /&gt;of weight..i need to do it. Over the weekend it struck me that i&lt;br /&gt;will never be able to run/play/jump with Roshan (my son)..i am&lt;br /&gt;overweight by 18 kgs and its time i lost it....Today will be the &lt;br /&gt;first day of my effort and let me see how things go..i know all&lt;br /&gt;the crap to avoid all that i need to eat and all i would have to&lt;br /&gt;do...but, my laziness and pregnancy kept me away from them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made up my mind to put in a sincere effort to reduce&lt;br /&gt;my dress size my 2 numbers in 3 months. I just hope that&lt;br /&gt;i continue this with the same determination as i started off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-1495459780771865476?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1495459780771865476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=1495459780771865476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/1495459780771865476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/1495459780771865476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2007/07/atlast-am-at-it.html' title='Atlast am at it...'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-116115631738180114</id><published>2006-10-18T12:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:58:08.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mandira the Moron</title><content type='html'>I hate some people, just because they exist, and Mandira bedi is&lt;br /&gt;one such soul. I had some hope left on the Indian visual media, but&lt;br /&gt;after looking at the way she handles the extraaaa innings with her &lt;br /&gt;extraaaaaaaaa revealing clothes, i have to conclude that they suck.&lt;br /&gt;If she thought that she looked pretty in the awful tank top she was&lt;br /&gt;totally wrong. She was looking yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really necessary to have a bloody brainless stupid female, who knows little about cricket when compared with skin show on this purely cricket oriented chat show ???? Cant we get one of our indian womens cricket team members who can pass sensible comments ? Her dress was so horrible, okay, let me be blunt, if charu sharma bednds over her, he could look at everything.. i mean it. Forget about that, the kind of lousy comments she passes, and the way she giggles, i feel Ms.Rai is much better in her public appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other woman professional should have felt more embarassing than the entire women of India put together. There was such a contrast, this one was wearing almost nothing and she was so decently dressed. man ! we should teach Mandira some dressing tips. Ofcourse, all the men of the nation would love to see her like that, but isnt there a limit ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that some amount of glamour quotient is required, but didnt we watch  matches when she wasnt there ? Didnt india go crazy when Sachin hit a six or Jadeja did some cute little thing on the field ? Didnt we enjoy it more when fully clad commentators passed sensible and apt comments in the past ? Where is harsha bhogle ? I like him 1000% more than charu and mandira ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallika Sherawat was more dressed in the all her movies that this lousy female. You know, i have seen so many programs which are meant for skin show. But, my point here is rather than making the show more glamorous and sexy, shouldnt SET try to make it more enjoyable and sensible. For gods sake, its a cricket chat show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO WE NEED HER IN A CHAT SHOW FOR CRICKET ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-116115631738180114?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/116115631738180114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=116115631738180114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/116115631738180114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/116115631738180114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/10/mandira-moron.html' title='Mandira the Moron'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-115736384915734044</id><published>2006-09-04T15:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:27:29.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tiruda Tiruda</title><content type='html'>I happened to watch the tamil movie "Tiruda Tiruda"..After 13 years. I watched it when going for a movie with family was a big deal for us. Not for the money, but for the mood swings of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that it was one of the first music cassettes i bought for 40/-..Man ! 40 bucks was a lot of money and it had this fancy cover in plastic with the lyrics printed. That whole experience of buying it was amazing. There is a story associated with that as well. Me and my classmate Sharmila had gone to buy the cassette. My assumption was that it would be 25/-, but to my dismay that guy did not have the 25/- but had only the hi-fi 40/- cassette. I had to borrow  15/- rupees from her and since it was the first time i ever borrowed money from anyone, i couldnt quite enjoy the music till i returned the money back to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i did get nicely from my Grandmother for having borrowed money for a cassette. It was a Saturday evening and i was so impressed by the songs that i couldnt wait till Monday to buy it. I knew i would get it from Grand mom and i was literally shivering when i went home. I could not and would not hide anything from her. The first thing i need to do after i go home was to tell her all that happened in school. After all, she was my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then coming to the actual movie, its a quite enjoyable movie. Full of comedy. Prasanth looks half of what he is now. Its a good to watch movie. When i watched it for the first time, i felt Anu Agarwal was fat, but now i felt she was okay..May be its because my definition of FAT has CHANGED quite a bit.. :-)) SPB is too good. I had watched it with my mom this time, and there is a scene in which SPB's wife is threatening him that she would divorce him if he doesnt come back from leave. Coincidence that my husband is out of town from the past 4 months and my mom had to pull my leg. She was saying that "SPB wife is quite similar to you, you too keep threatening him always".. phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the music...it rocks..I enjoy it the same way i enjoyed it for the first time.. I just love the song "Thee thee tittikum thee..", its awesome. Infact its a very bold song visually, okay okay..It was, as i was 13 years younger then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first south indian movie that even had the mention of a Computer access card and ARR was in complete form then. ARR, please come back to the way you were man ! I miss hearing such songs from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy watching a Tamil movie and understand tamil to some extent, do watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-115736384915734044?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/115736384915734044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=115736384915734044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115736384915734044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115736384915734044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/09/tiruda-tiruda.html' title='Tiruda Tiruda'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-115460592477498107</id><published>2006-08-03T17:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:22:04.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PJ^PJ</title><content type='html'>Santa : Tera password kya hain ?&lt;br /&gt;Banta : 12345, and then whispers with "Caps lock ON".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-115460592477498107?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/115460592477498107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=115460592477498107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115460592477498107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115460592477498107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/08/pjpj.html' title='PJ^PJ'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-115399837515594566</id><published>2006-07-27T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:45:48.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HeartBeat and about French version of Goddess Lakshmi....</title><content type='html'>I was watching a Program called as "HeartBeat" on StarOne last night. You need to answer certain question and depending on your biological state, they give you a count of hearbeats that you have, to answer that question. You stay calm and get as more heartbeats...dont ask me how.. i missed that part of the program..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Yesterdays participant was Mini Mathur. She was looking really nice. Kept her cool. She had her brother Sonu and husband Kabir helping her over the phone. She got the first question correct. The question was about the languages that are there on the currency note. She had won 10 Lakhs..The second question was about the popular brands names after mythological characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes like this...actually i remember only the following 8 out of 10 ( poor memory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Samsonite&lt;br /&gt;2. Canon&lt;br /&gt;3. Nokia&lt;br /&gt;4. Dabur&lt;br /&gt;5. Horlicks&lt;br /&gt;6. Lakme&lt;br /&gt;7. Mazda&lt;br /&gt;8. Adidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first she had excluded Lakme from her answer. But she had one chance to correct herself (which is a bonus). Her brother Soonu called her and said that Lakme is the French version of Lakshmi..Mini, i guess was puzzled.. she was like "soonu..lakshmi is money..the goddess of money ??? " ...and  her brother was really really irritated..He gave her a tiny blasting by saying "Come on ya..zab hum unke gods ko le sakte hain, toh woh kyon hain??"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought a smile on my face..TRUE..why cant they take our gods ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ! and she had won the second round as well, but decided to quit as a true satisfied person (non-greedy i would say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i learnt two things from this show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The contemporary indian currency note contains the value of the note in "Konkani" as well.[ I always thought/heard that konkani did not have a written form]&lt;br /&gt;2. Lakme is the French version of "Lakshmi"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was not wrong 15 years ago, when i used to call myself "Lakme" instead of Lakshmi..see, i had so much of wisdom as a kid ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-115399837515594566?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/115399837515594566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=115399837515594566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115399837515594566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115399837515594566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/07/heartbeat-and-about-french-version-of.html' title='HeartBeat and about French version of Goddess Lakshmi....'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-115371931912320628</id><published>2006-07-24T11:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:05:19.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What kind of a drug are you ????</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is Like Heroin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/heroin.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're capable of the highest highs and the lowest lows.&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to feeling good, you'll do almost anything to avoid pain.&lt;br /&gt;People seek you out, even though you can be quite moody. They're hooked on you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/"&gt;What Drug Is Your Personality Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-115371931912320628?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/115371931912320628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=115371931912320628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115371931912320628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115371931912320628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-kind-of-drug-are-you.html' title='What kind of a drug are you ????'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-115261358675326370</id><published>2006-07-11T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:56:26.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Permit to booze??????</title><content type='html'>I got this just 5 minutes back..Once upon a time you needed an &lt;br /&gt;"Permit" to booze in Maharashtra. The Permit goes like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beewde ka naam" :&lt;br /&gt;"Beewde ke baap ka naam":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to "Sharaabi ka naam", "Sharaabi ke baap ka naam"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people would still take the Permit to booze...Interesting isn't it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-115261358675326370?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/115261358675326370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=115261358675326370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115261358675326370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115261358675326370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/07/permit-to-booze.html' title='Permit to booze??????'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-115208529339711876</id><published>2006-07-05T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:18:57.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is important in ones LIFE???</title><content type='html'>What is more important in life ? Money, fame (which obviously comes along with money) or peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to read a article put up by a desperate working women. She says they (her husband and herslef) save 60K per month in india. She was not satisfied with that and pestered her husband to goto the US. Her husband is a sentimental soul (according to her, a fool). Because of this he misses her and their 3 year old baby a lot. He insists that she take a break from work for 10 months and come over to be there. The lady is really really pissed off that all her future plans are getting spoilt and her career will be affected. Please note that these guys own some x number of houses in BLR..That should give you a insight of their financial status. Okay...Let me come to the point. The lady wants a divorce from her husband because of this..Does that sound funny??? ITS NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the typical urban mentality i have been noticing off late. Is money and career all that you need in your God damn life ??? Pardon my language! But i pity that lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit for a while and think about that lady, and you would really really laugh at her. This behaviour is because on simple thing..YOU ARE NOT SATISFIED WITH WHAT YOU HAVE. Money does not give you happiness. The lady in this scenario has loads of money, but, is not happy because of her greed. Who would hate a husband who says dont worry, i will take care of the Finances, be cool and take a break??? Thanks to GOD that i have one like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the urban society are constantly looking at others, to be precise, richer people and take that as a goal in their lifetime to buy a Skoda/build a house. Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you having all the money and riches in the world and have no one to enjoy that with you...Scary isnt it? What would you do with all that??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who dont have emotional security are the poorest in this World. Why do you think all the Film stars and Models have emotional issues. Because they are constantly looking at others and feeling insecure. They dont have anyone to trust by their side.They dont have a shoulder to lean upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us who have loving parents/Friends/Family should be happy that we have them rather than thinking of some GREENER PASTURES or materialistic pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LIFE STARTS ONLY WHEN YOU STOP WANTING A BETTER ONE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-115208529339711876?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208529339711876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=115208529339711876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115208529339711876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115208529339711876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-is-important-in-ones-life.html' title='What is important in ones LIFE???'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-115169144767993969</id><published>2006-06-30T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:01:29.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Evolution of Dance-Video clip</title><content type='html'>This is a highty viewed video clip on youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;The 6 minute clip is hilarious and the guy does it&lt;br /&gt;with much ease. He looks hefty, but somehow does it&lt;br /&gt;pretty casually. Not to miss the effort put in by him&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;feature=Views&amp;page=1&amp;t=a&amp;f=b"&gt;Evolution of Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-115169144767993969?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/115169144767993969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=115169144767993969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115169144767993969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/115169144767993969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/06/evolution-of-dance-video-clip.html' title='The Evolution of Dance-Video clip'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-114944423254327873</id><published>2006-06-04T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:33:52.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>O'reilly launches e-books</title><content type='html'>With technology moving so fast, the publishing book industry just can't keep pace. By the time the author finishes writing, gets published and hits the store, a newer technology would have eclipsed the older one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oreilly.com/store/pdfs.html"&gt;O'reilly&lt;/a&gt; has been quick to adapt. They have launched the PDF versions. They save time and money by not having to worry about printing and distributing. Selling it online is so much easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-114944423254327873?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/114944423254327873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=114944423254327873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/114944423254327873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/114944423254327873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/06/oreilly-launches-e-books_04.html' title='O&apos;reilly launches e-books'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-114944079416204123</id><published>2006-06-04T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:19:52.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crazy reality show</title><content type='html'>I was watching this reality show on TV and was really amazed by the crazy concepts that can get into only American brains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can one guy date 10 gals and then decide who he thinks is best for him ? that too when all the girls know that the guy is going out the others too ???? Infact all these girls try to impress that guy a lot by doing all sort of things..Let us not get to that now ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come people leave their brians in the safety deposit of a bank to participate in such a silly and stupid show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny part of all this drama is that when the guy has to eliminate a girl he talks about her for 2 mins..man ! those 2 minutes are hilarious...As usual our top floor vacant hero, does not know what he does not like in the girl that he had to rejected her ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to "Star World" for this wonderful program !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-114944079416204123?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/114944079416204123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=114944079416204123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/114944079416204123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/114944079416204123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy-reality-show.html' title='Crazy reality show'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-114899236853422529</id><published>2006-05-30T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:31:19.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Triumph</title><content type='html'>WOW ! yeahoooo ! am jumping crazy with excitement... Am an inarguable fan of ASTERIX and OBELIX and i can give up anything for it...except for my husband LOL :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have the entire collection of their books for my children...so i would always pester my husband for them and he has promised me that our kids will have them for sure, so whats the hurry..i will buy them when we have kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that i cant change his mind on that and hence started searching for the e-books...i had searched for one whole year but never came across any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast, after months of searching i have successfully downloaded an asterix and obelix book and i am reading it right now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books are available in .cbr format. CBR stand for " Comic Book Archive " format. This format is usually associated with a collection of .jpeg or any picture collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To open this file you could use CDisplay. You could download it from "http://www.geocities.com/davidayton/CDisplay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Asterix and Obelix" links are as listed here ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Asterix The Gaul (1961)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1003373/01_-_1961_-_Asterix_The_Gaul.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Asterix And The Golden Sickle (1962)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1003610/02_-_1962_-_Asterix_And_The_Golden_Sickle.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Asterix And The Goths(1963)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1003693/03_-_1963_-_Asterix_And_The_Goths.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Asterix The Gladiator(1964)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1005535/04_-_1964_-_Asterix_The_Gladiator.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Asterix And The Banquet(1965)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1005773/05_-_1965_-_Asterix_And_The_Banquet.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Asterix And Cleopatra(1965)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1005967/06_-_1965_-_Asterix_And_Cleopatra.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Asterix And The Big Fight(1966)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1011685/07_-_1966_-_Asterix_And_The_Big_Fight.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Asterix In Britain(1966)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1011758/08_-_1966_-_Asterix_In_Britain.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Asterix And The Normans(1967)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1011858/09_-_1967_-_Asterix_And_The_Normans.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Asterix The Legionary(1967)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1011941/10_-_1967_-_Asterix_The_Legionary.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Asterix And The Chieftain's Shield(1968)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1015567/11_-_1968_-_Asterix_And_The_Chieftain_s_Shield.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Asterix At The Olympic Games(1968)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1015740/12_-_1968_-_Asterix_At_The_Olympic_Games.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Asterix And The Cauldron(1969)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1015839/13_-_1969_-_Asterix_And_The_Cauldron.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Asterix In Spain(1969)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1015927/14_-_1969_-_Asterix_In_Spain.cbr.html  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;jagdish     4/17/2006 10:45 AM&lt;br /&gt;15. Asterix And The Roman Agent(1970)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1021156/15_-_1970_-_Asterix_And_The_Roman_Agent.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Asterix In Switzerland(1970)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1021244/16_-_1970_-_Asterix_In_Switzerland.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Asterix And The Mansions Of The Gods(1971)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1021293/17_-_1971_-_Asterix_And_The_Mansions_Of_The_Gods.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Asterix And The Laurel Wreath(1972)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1021336/18_-_1972_-_Asterix_And_The_Laurel_Wreath.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Asterix And The Soothsayer(1972)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1021381/19_-_1972_-_Asterix_And_The_Soothsayer.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Asterix In Corsica(1973)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1021441/20_-_1973_-_Asterix_In_Corsica.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Asterix And Caesar's Gift(1974)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1051831/21_-_1974_-_Asterix_And_Caesar_s_Gift.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Asterix And The Great Crossing(1975)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1052245/22_-_1975_-_Asterix_And_The_Great_Crossing.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Obelix And Co.(1976)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1051934/23_-_1976_-_Obelix_And_Co..cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The Twelve Tasks Of Asterix(1978)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1052047/24_-_1978_-_The_Twelve_Tasks_Of_Asterix.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Asterix In Belgium(1979)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1052160/25_-_1979_-_Asterix_In_Belgium.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Asterix &amp; The Great Divide(1980)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1053899/26_-_1980_-_Asterix___The_Great_Divide.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Asterix And The Black Gold(1981)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1054014/27_-_1981_-_Asterix_And_The_Black_Gold.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Asterix And Son(1983)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1054323/28_-_1983_-_Asterix_And_Son.cbr.html  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;jagdish     4/17/2006 10:46 AM&lt;br /&gt;29. Asterix Conquers America(1997)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1054111/29_-_1997_-_Asterix_Conquers_America.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Asterix And The Magic Carpet(1987)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1054229/30_-_1987_-_Asterix_And_The_Magic_Carpet.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Asterix Versus Caesar(1988)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1054464/31_-_1988_-_Asterix_Versus_Caesar.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Operation Getafix(1990)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1054557/32_-_1990_-_Operation_Getafix.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Asterix And The Secret Weapon(1991)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1101470/33_-_1991_-_Asterix_And_The_Secret_Weapon.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Asterix And Obelix All At Sea(1996)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1101555/34_-_1996_-_Asterix_And_Obelix_All_At_Sea.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Asterix And The Actress(2001)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1101608/36_-_2001_-_Asterix_And_The_Actress.cbr.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How Obelix Fell Into The Magic Potion(1997)&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/1101662/35_-_1997_-_How_Obelix_Fell_Into_The_Magic_Potion.cbr.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-114899236853422529?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/114899236853422529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=114899236853422529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/114899236853422529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/114899236853422529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-triumph.html' title='My Triumph'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-114862203954104483</id><published>2006-05-26T10:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:10:39.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Tanjavore</title><content type='html'>Its been almost an year since we went on this trip but i really wanted to pen down this to co-relate the similarities between the civilization...(ofcourse i realized it after out trip to Egypt and Istanbul)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off pretty late from pondicherry on a sunny sunday afternoon..around 2.30...If not for the a/c in the car and an hubby cum driver who does not feel sleepy after a good lunch, the trip wouldnt have been possible ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our target was to go reach Tanjavore before it gets dark, which really looked an impossible target to me (as usual). We reached Gangaikonda cholapuram. There was this beautiful temple surprisingly kept very neat and very well maintined. It was already sunset time and the temple looked astonishing in the setting sun and dimming light. This temple borrows the whole floor plan and the intrique details from the Brihadeeswara Temple at Tanjavur. This to be honest, looked like the miniature version of the Tanjavur temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nice lawn around the temple and nice place to sit. Calm and peaceful unlike the actual Brihadeeswara temple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed towards Kumbakonam..Man the road was really really bad. I was just praying that we should not have a flat tyre..Forget about the road but the whole of the Tanjaore district is so fertile and so green that it makes you feel really really good. I just didnt want to goto the temple..Wanted to stay there. Me and my husband made our plans that next time we should come all prepared for tenting there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-114862203954104483?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/114862203954104483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=114862203954104483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/114862203954104483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/114862203954104483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-to-tanjavore.html' title='Trip to Tanjavore'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-114180990923625529</id><published>2006-03-08T14:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:53:46.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Books i like to read</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;What have I read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;These are the 25 most popular modern-classic books at &lt;a href="http://www.whatshouldireadnext.com"&gt;What Should I Read Next?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background:#E8F1C3"&gt;I liked it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background:#FF9999"&gt;I didn't like it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background:#CCCCCC"&gt;I want to read it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tr style=&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. 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bottle of coconut oil.&lt;br /&gt;A head massage.&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping about absent family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend&lt;br /&gt;hundreds on birthdays,&lt;br /&gt;thousands on festivals,&lt;br /&gt;lakhs on weddings,&lt;br /&gt;but to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is spend your  Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Really touching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-113712880899181762?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113712880899181762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=113712880899181762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/113712880899181762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/113712880899181762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-that-touched-my-heart.html' title='Something that touched my heart...'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-113712792171017709</id><published>2006-01-13T09:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:50:12.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coorg</title><content type='html'>"Coorg" is the place to go for medium budgeted and fun loving family..Its green in all the direction and very very pretty ! Far far away from the commercialization of most of the Tourist cities. Unlike Goa or Shimla this place has people who are willing to help you and you feel at home very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at "Coorg international"..they had some offer for Honeymoon couple..since we looked young enough to be considered a honeymoon couple we could avail that offer and got a package for 5K...which is damn cheap when compared with guys like "orange county"..and it was a real good stay..the hotel had a pool and a techie Gym..Althought honeymoon couple might not need all this, its good to have them, and gives the hotel an extra * ... :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it green all around you and very very less crowd so that you can breath some real fresh air..We hired a taxi to take us around the place..It was an old ambassador and was quite rusty..but the well behaviour of the driver made us ignore it. We went to the "Cauvery Nisargadhama, Bhagamandala, Gaddige (Rajaâ€™s Tomb), Rajaâ€™s Seat Harangi Dam,Cauvery Nisarga Dhama". This is pretty much what COORG has to offer you when it comes to places but when it comes to beauty, it is indeed the scotland of INDIA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhangandeshwara temple here has a distinct Kerala touch. Because of the three rivers, it is also called Triveni Sangama...We are amazed to discover that the paintings done 1000 years ago still didnt fade and we could see the copper blue colour in the paintings still....In my Travelogue about "Egypt" i would tell you more...about ancient paintings :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around the place and went to "Abbi falls"..It had rained a lot the previous week and hence the falls had lotza water and it was a treat to the eyes..i tried attempting some rock climbing .... my husband stopped me from doing so just because if i fall down and break my leg, he can not lift till the hill top ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was good at the hotel but we wanted to try some Local cuisine and hence landed in a coorgi mess...Dont expect any ambience but food the would be amazing..We didnt do one thing that every foodie does in Coorg...that was to taste Pork..me being a Veggie didnt think about it.My husband had 99% of his heart willing to do that, but i was successful in stopping him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-113712792171017709?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/113712792171017709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=113712792171017709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/113712792171017709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/113712792171017709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2006/01/coorg.html' title='Coorg'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-112739381968432496</id><published>2005-09-22T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:26:59.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heights of shamefulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had called up one of my close friends today and was cribbing that didnt let me know about his wifes pregnancy and all that ! Anybody on this earth would be shocked to hear the ans ... it follows as below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my wife and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I are just too possessive about each other. So we just don't care about the world around us when we are together and that has hurt many. Sorry if you were one of them"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell him to take a big leap and jump in the sea..i dont know why people think that after marriage u are there only for each other. Gimme a break ! Life had many other things..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-112739381968432496?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/112739381968432496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=112739381968432496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/112739381968432496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/112739381968432496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2005/09/heights-of-shamefulness.html' title='Heights of shamefulness'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-112739343922533834</id><published>2005-09-22T18:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:20:39.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was one of the happiest days in my life...i felt that love never dies or grows..but just lies somewhere hidden. Hidden from all the earthly evils and preserved for good. I saw the glow in someones eyes today and told myself "What else does anyone need in ones life, other than the wonderful feeling of having someone all for urself"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really looks great and beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-112739343922533834?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/112739343922533834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=112739343922533834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/112739343922533834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/112739343922533834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy.html' title='Happy !!!'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962673.post-112729857387854352</id><published>2005-09-21T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:59:33.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is naagurinchi...naagurinchi means "for me/about me" in telugu..yup..me a andhrite..infact a mix of all...telugu+kannada+tamil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A average simple fun loving girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962673-112729857387854352?l=naagurinchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/feeds/112729857387854352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962673&amp;postID=112729857387854352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/112729857387854352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962673/posts/default/112729857387854352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naagurinchi.blogspot.com/2005/09/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Naagurinchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17351727935515236247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
