<?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-19860243</id><updated>2012-01-24T12:56:21.973+05:30</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Nagasaravana Perumal.K.I</title><subtitle type='html'>Mi vida ashta ahora ... !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-2669291122106340786</id><published>2011-11-26T18:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:31:49.384+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mayakkam Enna</title><content type='html'>To put it simple ... One selfish,drunkard,&amp;nbsp;psychic&amp;nbsp;husband with a equally psychic wife if not more and a bunch of so called friends along with a trendy modern dad and a sister makes Mayakkam Enna. The movie was one hell of a dis-appointment and I curse myself that I missed a wonderful test match for this @#$%^&amp;amp;. use your imagination. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to understand where Selva gets inspiration for such creation. I really pity Sunder of all the characters in the movie for obvious reasons. I am sure there is no such idiot in real world or at least I hope so. Yamini, cold and calculated who uses her date to win her man. Impressive stuff and the way the crazy girl defends her man in the car after the reception though looked nice on screen was ridiculous. I am sure it makes no sense to be with a man who is molesting and man handling her. Defending him is in a different league and I would never understand why anyone would want to do that. I would suggest girls not to be inspired to any extent by that scene. I don't know how long these people are going to project women in such mean way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who is going to argue that it was the accident which made Karthick do all the stuff he did please understand that if he can&amp;nbsp;rationally&amp;nbsp;think about the kid he killed in Yamini's womb and push her for sex he can do everything rationally. It is just that he is so obsessed with his passion and affected by the failure and unfair deal he go that he lets everyone around affected and disturbed. As for the friends are concerned I think I am yet to be matured to appreciated these kind of relationship. I don't even think if we can call them friends. May be they are&amp;nbsp;acquaintances&amp;nbsp;with benefits. What kind of benefits is only known to the director :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagline for the movie was good one"Follow your Heart"....But Selva missed the trick of adding another line to it "Carry your brains with it".The climax was a little bit emotional which we have seen throughout the&amp;nbsp;existence&amp;nbsp;of Tamil industry with the huge flaw in the time frame defined. Overall it is a not movie worth spending 3 hours of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yamini's Eyes were glowing throughout the movie and I liked that facet of her a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2669291122106340786?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2669291122106340786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2669291122106340786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2669291122106340786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2669291122106340786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2011/11/mayakkam-enna.html' title='Mayakkam Enna'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-3101898163991100405</id><published>2011-08-02T07:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-02T07:36:49.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just for Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Strauss:Hey MSD u must know that the edge to the Slip by Bell was not intentional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dravid:Yeah...How we will feel if Sachin or VVS or Me had edged and we are caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Indian Team:Oh no...(Everyone feels bad...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;MSD:Ok I guess in the Spirit of game we should bring back Bell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Strauss:Thanks Gentlemen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In England Dressing room....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Strauss : That's unbelievable ... I never thought Indians are this stupid ... Mate go score a Double century, I believe these idiots doesn't tour us for another 3 yrs or so .... :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The whole team laughs and Bell chuckles" I know I was naive but not as naive as the Indian team..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3101898163991100405?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3101898163991100405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3101898163991100405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3101898163991100405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3101898163991100405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for Laughs'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-1596836734992076371</id><published>2011-05-23T07:36:00.041+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:44:48.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi</title><content type='html'>It was a time when One rupee meant a lot and people were happy with the treat that we have in the Bhaji stalls and Tuck Shops where it generally costs us 10 rupees or less for almost 6 people.I still remember flavoured or rather coloured ice cubes sold in plastic tubes for just 50 paise and 75 paise. There was even a variant for 60 paise which tasted a lot better than the other two. Interestingly it was named PEPSI and that was the way before we knew about the actual Pepsi. Vimal was the leading manufacturer of this Pepsi and I tried my best to get a picture of the same without much luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIqpX5s64ow/ThxtCd3iAWI/AAAAAAAAHJk/2twN6IoKKOM/s1600/3265362_81a607b0b5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIqpX5s64ow/ThxtCd3iAWI/AAAAAAAAHJk/2twN6IoKKOM/s320/3265362_81a607b0b5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sports Day for us and teachers made sure that everybody from the lower classes participated at least in one event. I just came to the ground from school in school van and I didn't know who will take me back to home that day. We didn't know much about the houses except for the fact that we wore different colour dresses or about the points awarded for each and every event or about the trophy my house captain will hold at the end of the event. We were split into teams of 10 and our objective was simple take the small balls for one circle to next in steps and do it in quick time. We were completely ignorant of the consequences and it was total fun. I remember I was in green house standing in the second half of the team and I have no clue who was in my team or even the opposition that day. The circles were placed in the track and there was a huge crowd awaiting us at the end of the last circle. At the blow of the whistle we started our routine and people were clapping and shouting like crazy. It was my turn and I finished placing all the balls in the intended circle and ran to the end. I was just clapping for the other members of my team hoping that we would come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was done and it was total chaos and I didn't know who won. There was this hand in that crowd which pulled me and handed over a 50 paise Pepsi. It was melt completely and once I split it open I was able to empty it in seconds which would have taken at least 10 minutes back then. It smelled and tasted weird didn't know carcinogens brought that effect. Recollecting the event today I am now able to realise the love my mom had for me. She was too excited and she didn't even know if I had won or not. She had come all the way from my home to pick me up walking almost 2kms in hot sun. She is not that educated and probably didn't know how Pepsi was going to taste once it melts down. All she had in mind was to get something cold for her son to have after the event. It was ignorance and love at it's best. I don't have half of the love what she had or have for me. I have no clue why is that so but then I have this feeling that I should probably should do what I can do the best to keep her happy within my limits.... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that made me recollect this event is yet another Ignorance and Love at it's best bringing me masala idlies hoping that I would eat them hot in front of my office which is highly polluted and is the most in appropriate place to have. By the time I got to the idlies it was dry and close to in edibility but still it was full of love or rather stupid love :D I hope I am blessed to have it throughout my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-1596836734992076371?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/1596836734992076371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=1596836734992076371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1596836734992076371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1596836734992076371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2011/05/pepsi.html' title='Pepsi'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIqpX5s64ow/ThxtCd3iAWI/AAAAAAAAHJk/2twN6IoKKOM/s72-c/3265362_81a607b0b5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-8028507463920994800</id><published>2011-05-09T10:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:54:22.486+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>KO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Two months of World Cup and now almost one month of IPL has managed to keep me glued to the TV sets in the weekends. The reason is not because I was so interested in watching the matches but because of the fact that there was no one to release any films for the past 3 months or so :( .... Finally "KO" was released few weeks back and It was very difficult to find tickets in all the multiplexes and finally I ended up booking in Devi complex.&amp;nbsp;There was a huge expectation on the movie thanks to the songs which were topping the charts already. "Ko" in short is not a classic one but for sure you would find very little to keep you away from the movie. Simbhu for sure has missed a trick in refusing to take up project. May be he is following his favourite hero is rejecting good scripts... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Siok0p0aQRI/TcdN5-ZmOjI/AAAAAAAAG_c/Z7VRZnp6v0I/s1600/ko-0102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Siok0p0aQRI/TcdN5-ZmOjI/AAAAAAAAG_c/Z7VRZnp6v0I/s640/ko-0102.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a complete commercial entertainer with a&amp;nbsp;clichéd&amp;nbsp;story set in a different backdrop with new characterisations. The director should be appreciated for staying away form an exclusive comedy track as we find in most of the commercial movies today. That way the flow of the movie was not disturbed. The same cant be said about the songs though. It is sad to see that even good songs can stop the flow of the story considerably. Placement of the song "Vennpaniyae" could have been altered. If there is no reason that would make me go back to theatres would the cinematography and the locations of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was well narrated&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;though there were few loopholes which were not explained till the end.The way present day politics was brought out was exceptional and I appreciate the producer who has refrained from deleting those scenes :) Of course the story is a fantasy and is no way closer to reality even for a considerable future.&amp;nbsp;All the characters in the movie played their part to perfection and the character Saro needs a special mention as she keeps the audience light hearted in the intense story narration. The female lead has height to her advantage. I cant think of anything else special about her. Many think her eye brows were good but I had an opposite opinion on that. The male leads were perfect and has done a fabulous job throughout the movie especially Vasanthan which had more scope for acting than Ashwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie on the whole can be watched once for sure. Kudos to the entire team for meeting the huge expectations and K.V. Anand is turning out to be a successful commercial director without any kuthu songs :)&amp;nbsp;&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/19860243-8028507463920994800?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/8028507463920994800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=8028507463920994800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/8028507463920994800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/8028507463920994800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2011/05/ko.html' title='KO'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Siok0p0aQRI/TcdN5-ZmOjI/AAAAAAAAG_c/Z7VRZnp6v0I/s72-c/ko-0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-2867193645105461577</id><published>2011-03-18T12:23:00.130+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:40:07.824+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Selections .....</title><content type='html'>So far I have had 5 of my friends get married this year and few more are planned in the near future. Not to mention the umpteen number of friends who are in a&amp;nbsp;desperate&amp;nbsp;hunt for a life partner. This seems to be the most discussed topic these days no matter where we go and it is the same even when I talk with my family members. Now I realise that I am growing older and older and it is the perfect age for my friends to get married and it is high time for girls of my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selection process for a life partner varies to a great extent from each and every individual. Parents have a different criteria while children have a completely different criteria or rather contradicting ones. I would be highly surprised if people are able to find a perfect life partner after passing through both the filters.&amp;nbsp;From what I have seen and heard so far Religion,Caste,Creed, and Horoscope is the first filter in selection process. There is little compromise on these when it comes to arranged marriage. It's a shame that needs to be accepted. Pushing this aside there have been few peculiar expectations I came across like one girl&amp;nbsp;wanted&amp;nbsp;to know the fitness regime of the guy she intend to marry. Though the expectation is a practical one it sounded weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the rejections from the brides are based purely on salary cap and work location which these days have been a major factor and when it comes to guys the rejections have been mostly due because of the external beauty. Guys are always guys :) We are never going to change. While the previous has a scale to measure the later is totally left to the person's discretion and one can never draw a scale for that. It is pretty difficult for the parents and guys to have similar taste when it comes to the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen my share of girls getting married to guys settled in USA. The reasons can be debated and I remain a stranger about them till date. I have even seen a profile where the expectation column had nothing but the salary and work location mentioned. I was literally flabbergasted to see a profile which read something like below&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"I would like a partner with a good job earning handsome salary in the following countries&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a. USA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b.Europe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;c.Australia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;d.&amp;nbsp;New Zealand"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to pen down my perceptions here as it might not sound rosy and will even offend many who pursue their masters with sponsorship from their better half :)&amp;nbsp;I have heard my own friend from college who has settled in USA for close to 4 years saying &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"Dei I am more than willing to sponsor for her course da. Vera enna machi panna mudiyum. Illati ponnu kudukka maatanga machi. :D It is after all part and parcel of the marriage deal." &lt;/b&gt;Few others are very particular in making sure that that they don't have to live with their in-laws and they convey it with a high degree of diplomacy and not point blank.... :) Some even define that living with in-laws to be a joint family. It sounded ridiculous but couldn't help it either it is all because the family structure these days which is getting more and more nuclear these days. I would prefer rather want to live with my parents and in-laws in the same house which I believe will be the perfect way, but that has got it's own complications. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone these days are very clear on what they are looking for in their life partners. It is good to see many sticking to their expectations and waiting for their right one. But at the same time I also feel that we have to make some compromise at some point of time. It would be good for us if we can appreciate the imperfections in people and get along with the life instead of being stubborn. It is damn difficult to find partner matching our expectations to an exact measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is always better to bend rather than break.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2867193645105461577?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2867193645105461577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2867193645105461577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2867193645105461577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2867193645105461577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2011/03/selections.html' title='Selections .....'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-3358486964591210332</id><published>2011-03-02T18:26:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:12:03.009+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Frantic 50 minutes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It was a Saturday and I was to travel to Yercaud for my friend's engagement late that night. The train was scheduled to leave at around 11 PM. It was just six in the evening, so I decided to take a nap for a while before I pack. Packing is always done at the last minute for my travel no matter where I travel and what's the purpose ... :) &amp;nbsp;As I was just getting into sleep I suddenly got a thought about the file that I got from my college on an ill-fated convocation day only to find that my grey cells failed to recollect where I kept it after taking few photo copies of all the certificates I kept in them very recently. The thought of taking a nap just vanished away, my brain was working as fast as it has ever been trying to recollect the place where I had placed the file with little luck :( ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lost my passport once before and I know the pain I had to go through to get a new one. This time it was all the mark sheets right from 10th std to my UG certificate which also included Community Certificate and few others not worth the mention here. I just couldn't stand the thought of having to apply for duplicates for that was lost. Standing in long queues in the government offices, bribing for each and every and everything, time it would take to get them back, facing the negligent attitude from all the government employees, and not to mention the procedure to obtain a certificate from the police for the lost file. All these thought were haunting me to a great extent. It was a&amp;nbsp;humongous&amp;nbsp;task which was highly impossible to pull off without going through the back doors :( ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ransacked the entire house 3 or 4 times in a gap of &amp;nbsp;just 15 minutes and was still left with no hope of finding the file. I was trying my best to stay calm and composed as much as possible but was sweating like a pig because of the tension deep within me :) As my mind raced on what can be done next some&amp;nbsp;intuition&amp;nbsp;prompted me to check my office locker as I did carry the file for some purpose to the office. I decided to go ahead and started my bike as I received a call from my dear friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/prudhvi.nalam" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prudhvi&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;after a very long time. It has been ages since we spoke but I was in no position to have a conversation with him at that moment. I tried to convey him the chaotic situation on hand but the poor line made me dial few times only to hear a voice instructing some crap in finnish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chucked the phone call for the moment and started racing towards my office.&amp;nbsp;Saturday&amp;nbsp;traffic didn't help my cause in going fast and I had to jump most of the signals ignoring the policemen standing there to pounce on the violators and also all the calls from my friend. Not to mention the number of risky overtakes I had to do on the way. It took me 25 minutes to reach my building which was great considering the traffic on the way. In a frantic attempt I reported a lost file to the security officers in the building on my way to the 8th floor where our office was located. I was offering prayers like I do in crunch times as I took to the lift till I reached my cubicle. As I opened the locker there was nothing but disappointment in front of me &amp;nbsp;:( All I could find was few papers and an empty box. I took a sulking ride back home and I was completely shaken by this whole thought of having to go through the pain of getting my duplicates. The worst part of all is facing the police for a NOC for the lost file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home after preparing my mind to accept the fact that the file is lost with great difficulty. I started arranging all the stuff that was strewn all over the place in my attempt to find the file. I was half way through with the stuff when I found the file in the very same locker sticking to it's wall. I couldn't figure out how that had happened but I took a huge a sigh of relief and went back to call my friend. We spoke for almost an hour then taking it from where we left the last time and it was good talking to him as always after quite a while :) &amp;nbsp;I packed for the trip at the last minute as usual and left home just in time to catch the train .... :)&amp;nbsp;I never had the chance to take the nap I wanted to before the travel finally :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say sky diving , bungee jumping to be thrilling and brings in an adrenaline rush. I say lose your all certs and you will know what an adrenaline rush is really like :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3358486964591210332?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3358486964591210332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3358486964591210332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3358486964591210332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3358486964591210332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2011/03/frantic-50-minutes.html' title='Frantic 50 minutes.....'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-5486815212179337365</id><published>2011-02-03T07:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:20:20.192+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What was in his mind ????</title><content type='html'>It was yet another lunch break and we were standing in a long queue, for the lunch was delayed due to heavy rains that day. There was this girl who was new to the company and was standing at a foot's distance away from us. She had a glowing skin,silky hair flowing like a wave over her sleeves with cute little eyes and&amp;nbsp;looked just like an angel in a bright&amp;nbsp;white plain salwar.Obviously I was staring at her and only at her :) Little did I notice of another guy standing in front of her neatly dressed in perfect&amp;nbsp;formals. That was for a company which does not insist on a dress code.&amp;nbsp;Only then I realised that there was a&amp;nbsp;recruitment&amp;nbsp;drive happening that day and the written tests were just completed. Having realised the fact, I was so concerned that I may not see the girl around in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the tough act of having the same SRM (Sambar,Rasam,More which is nothing but buttermilk) yet again. As the caterers started arranging them in the respective slots before serving, the sambar can which was completely filed tumbled and they spilt it over on the floor. The guy I mentioned earlier had to take few steps back to avoid any havoc before getting into the interview. Unfortunately he bumped into the beautiful girl accidentally. As he apologised and walked away I was startled by the girl's reaction. She just mumbled the words &lt;b&gt;indecent fellow&lt;/b&gt; and gave him a dirty look as though he had&amp;nbsp;committed&amp;nbsp;a sin. He walked away with his head drooping for no mistake of his.She didn't even bother acknowledging his apologies. She was cursing him the entire time she was standing in the queue. I felt sad for that guy and was lost trying to understand they way she reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled down in a table adjacent to the one where she was sitting alone still mumbling something. Discussion that day revolved a lot around that girl and what had happened few minutes before in the queue. One of my friends exclaimed "Man she is such a gorgeous one da". Another replied "Machi vetti bandha da. Yevlo Alagha irundhalam evalavu scene kudumbathukku &amp;nbsp;agaathu machi". We burst into laughter on that comment and that continued for another 30 odd minutes. We enjoyed the discussion more than the lunch as always. I wish she didn't hear what we were discussing that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done for the day and was heading home after a tiring day. I had to take a share auto to the station from where it took another 30 minutes to reach my place. The worst part of the travel is the share auto where you have to share a ride with anyone and everyone. We can never see anyone sitting that close anywhere else. I always prefer sitting next to driver just to avoid the congestion at the back. The only Auto in the stand was completely filled and I had to a take a seat at the back that day. As I entered the auto there was the same girl whom I saw in the morning sitting already in a discomfort sitting next to some guy. I had no choice but to ask her to move a little bit and squeeze my huge frame into the available space. I settled down for the 5 minute ride and I while trying to place my hand comfortably I had to put it on the guy sitting next to her. You know how difficult to travel in a share auto :( ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned to say a sorry without any intent to that guy I couldn't control smiling. The guy sitting next to her was none other than the same guy she insulted back at the office. He was on his mobile talking to someone with a smile in his face and she must be cursing the share auto ride for obvious reasons. I was ...................&amp;nbsp;Does it really matter how I felt at that moment. I seriously wanted to know how the other guy felt at the moment. ! ! ! That remains a mystery till date :) :) :) &amp;nbsp;Life is highly unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : No&amp;nbsp;offence&amp;nbsp;intended to any girl out there. It was just a incident that I came across in my life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-5486815212179337365?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/5486815212179337365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=5486815212179337365' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5486815212179337365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5486815212179337365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-was-in-his-mind.html' title='What was in his mind ????'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-2936752793228081463</id><published>2011-01-30T18:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:36:10.515+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>I have been in Chennai for almost a decade now and this is the first time I stayed back for the New Year. I know it sounds weird but that's the fact. I make sure that I always go to my native Madurai for the new year and I attend midnight mass in a church close to my house. This has been the routine right from 12th standard for some reason and I continued with that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having decided to stay back I somehow wanted to go somewhere for the new year celebrations instead of sleeping at my home and after lots of confusion we ended up paying close to 2000 bucks for a night at the Radisson in the GST road. That was the cheapest and safest considering our residents. As we entered the hall there was nothing spectacular. We started of with the food and that was the best part of the night for me. They had a wide choice which included kerala style fish and few other continental dishes of which a desert made out of rum and brownie was yummy. Being a foodie the purpose for me was already served even before the celebrations started :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we started having our food there was this guy who started of the celebration with some simple games which were quite familiar to us and the only different thing here was that all old people played in front of the entire crowd. There were few intimidating games and it was a common sight to see husbands kissing and hugging their wives in front of the crowd which I believe is quite a culture in these places these days and I was not startled by any of these but few were. I could see them looking with an awe the way people behaved in front of the crowd. I was just wondering how my parents or for that matter even my sisters would feel had I brought them with me for this celebrations. For sure it would have ruined a nice day for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most among the crowd were people from the upper class or the upper middle class people with an apt outfit for the occasion and they looked so among the crowd.&amp;nbsp;The dads and husbands found nothing odd with the length of the dress theirs kids or wives wore which would have irked common people for sure.&amp;nbsp;They just got along with the celebrations and it gave an indication that this was yet another New Year party for them unlike us and another bunch of bachelors in the corner of that room. &amp;nbsp;Everyone was playing and enjoying each and every moment there and danced their way into new year 2011 with great joy. It was a memorable night for me too as that was the first New Year party I have ever been in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was this section of crowd who were so stuck to their orthodox attitude and were trying their level best to look normal among this high class crowd. I assume that they have come just on the compulsion of their husbands and few even tried playing and dancing with sarees and it is obvious why it has a special mention here in the post. Few were even drinking in front their small kids and that's the only thing startled me on the night. They looked so lost in this world and were just trying their best to imitate what others were doing. I don't understand why would they want to do it in first place. They somehow think that it adds some brand value to them but it is worth nothing. It is always best to be what you are and what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really feel sad for all those who are just trying to be an !@#$% when they are actually not one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2936752793228081463?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2936752793228081463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2936752793228081463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2936752793228081463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2936752793228081463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-1809016957399321843</id><published>2011-01-01T07:59:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:08:36.835+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoQuote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal : Halloooo ... Whoo is this ? (in a frustrated tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha : Hey this is Swetha …. Hmmm……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal: (Super Excited and completely out of sleep) Heyyyy ... Happy Birthday ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha:&amp;nbsp; ya thnx man ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal: having a blast with your friends &amp;nbsp;???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha: ya just done with the cake cutting …..somehow felt a little weird not to find ur msg on phone by 12 ... Don't know why ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal: hmmm.... hey have a blast ... catch u sometime …. Take Care... See You ... (Hangs with a heavy Heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha: hmm.... Ya Bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dei machi it is already 6:30 ..Walking polaiya da nee ??? He wakes up just to realize that the conversation was just a dream. Hmmm … Good it happens at least in dreams .. J As he was getting out of the bed he heard his friend screaming from the other room ... " Machan you had a call around 12 da. I tried waking you up with no luck... It was from an unknown number so just left it unanswered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apadiya&amp;nbsp; ! ! ! He was still feeling sleepy and checked his phone to find a call missed and an unread message. Unable to figure out the identity of the number he just got into the message folder to find a new message again from the same unknown number …. And it read “Hey was waiting for ur msg which never came :) enna flata nethu night? “ with time displayed as 12:03 AM .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;5 years back…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It has been almost few weeks since Nirmal joined this college in Chennai and he was really excited about the fact that there were quite a number of figures for him to hit on though he was not capable of doing :) Well being from a remote place like Trichy there is no wonder that he is a little hyper to be in this college. He was enjoying each and every moment of his college life sitting behind the most beautiful girl in the entire college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It was after a couple months did he take notice of this girl who was not that beautiful as many other girls in his college, she was a little fat but still he fell for her without any reason. Though it sounds clichéd that’s the way it was. He really had no reasons whatsoever. She was cute with those glittering ear drops and the complete black salwar suited her complexion to perfection. May be she was looking that way because he admired her a lot :) but his world was in standstill for now and it was that way for the next 4 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fortunately she was in the same class as he was but that didn’t help him in getting to know her better which he always wanted to do. He at times got a few chances to talk to her and at other times he created a few chances to talk to her and he would cherish each and every moment he spent with her though not many for the rest his college life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In one of the few interval break he got to talk with her ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal : Hey Swetha …. Howz ur headache ???? &amp;nbsp;are you okay now …..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha: Ya ya I am okay now .... feeling a lot better .... Everybody calls me sweety why don’t you do the same....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal: Swetha sounds a lot better to me ... freeya vidu .... seri did u go to the doctor ????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha: No no just took a paracetamol and that did the trick .... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal: hmmm ... try avoiding self prescription it is not that good you know ....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha: atha vidu .... seri assignment panitiya ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal: aiyo havent even thought about it ... what abt you ???? Let me know once u are done I will take a copy of it ... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha: Ada paavi ... seri tharen... aana konjam modify pannittu apram copy edu seriya ... illa adhuvum naanae unakku panni tharanuma ! ! ! ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal: no no ... I will take care of that .... edhu kuda pannalana apram enna engineering sollu :) :) :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha: Nasama po ... talk of the devil and there she is .... prabha saniyaen varudhu lets get in and sleep :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal : hmmmm .... ok ok .. lets go ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This was one of their conversations and others were no different from this either during the 3 years of college life. They were a good acquaintance I should say and it stayed like that till the last day of the college. He never got the guts to ask her out nor had the luck to be her friend. He was always happy to see her from a distance and he enjoyed it being that way. If not for the little slam book none apart from his close friends would have ever known the feelings he had for her including she herself. He still wants to get to know her better like he always has done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;At present ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal: Hey wish u a happy birthday…. Howz life??? Sorry I missed ur phone number… I lost my mobile last week….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha: That’s ok… you generally wish me at 12 with an SMS right so was expecting the same this yr too….Thnx by the way …. I am good … howz you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal: Not bad ….. Had a blast last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Swetha: Yeah it was great… My fiancé had come over to my home and we had a great time with all family members…… I am in a hurry now… catch u later ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nirmal: Oh great …. Have fun … see u …bye…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It is still the same even after 5 yrs of college life. Nirmal still relishes each and every little moment that he had spent with her though they are not many. His mind knows what he did and is doing is total crap. But then his heart still loves what he does and that is all it matters when it comes to ….. hmm…. &amp;nbsp;! ! !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-1809016957399321843?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/1809016957399321843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=1809016957399321843' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1809016957399321843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1809016957399321843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-attempt.html' title='My First Attempt'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-2193441044363562252</id><published>2010-12-28T15:34:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:19:22.718+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It has been 5 years since I started blogging and somehow I have never blogged at the end of a year about what had the whole year in my life. This year has been an interesting one in my life though it is short of many instances worth mentioning. The best one is that I decided to take a new path in life when it came to professional life. I decided to give away the chance to travel abroad for a long term and instead decided to move away from the company I had worked for close to 5 years for some personal reasons. I got one of the best send off from my friends. It was really a memorable day that I had spent with all my friends in the company staying till 10’o clock on the last day. It was a moment to cherish. :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;June 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; marked the day of new beginning in our lives, we started off a school which has been my father’s long time dream. I couldn’t thank each and every person who had contributed to the cause of starting that school. The list goes long and not many are into the web world so I refrain from mentioning names here J we have only around 30+ students learning at present and I am sure we have a very long way to go before we can call that project to be a successful one. But for now I believe it is good start to the new path I had mentioned earlier in the blog. It is kind of nice to see the kids learning and feels good when you realize that you are in some way contributing to the growth of the society. It is completely a different satisfaction you get than what you get spending your hard earned money in one of the Top restaurants or Resorts or some multiplexes. The place is filled with clean and fresh air and I am just waiting for the day to go there and start leading a life at a pace few times slower than what I have right now. Well it has its own equal share of problems like generating fund for the project and trying to bring in students. I have been trying to sell the house which we have living for 25 years for this purpose without much luck. I hope I can do it ASAP in the New Year. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have been working (testing) on a flagship feature for my company and it has been a tough job for the past 9 months or so with all the dynamics around. The toughest part of all is handling the feature all by me with no one to get you out when you fall into trap. It has been a different working environment from my previous company not to mention that the domain is completely different from what I was working for the past 5 years. On the whole it has been a challenging environment to work and I have had a great experience doing it and have learnt quite a lot after joining the company. I have made very minimal friends here in the new company for some reason!!! I am still trying out to figure what that is ? It may be because, there aren’t many who is in the same boat as I am in any aspect of life :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope I continue doing the best I can do here in the new company.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I entered a phase in my life where everyone is getting really busy with their lives including me and we friends hardly get time to meet each other. Still we have managed to go for few trips they were really a great time I have had this year. Most of my friends have either got engaged or have got married and it has become really difficult for them to find time for friends. One of my best friends had become a father this year and congrats to him on this achievement :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Best of luck to all others who have entered wedlock or getting ready enter the same. The rest are in the process of finding a partner for them and I wish them good luck on finding a partner of their liking. I assume it is called wed&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;for some reason. As far as I am concerned I am hoping to get into the same lock ASAP :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/TRm3AXgJC1I/AAAAAAAAGyw/OsPbHL2l7E0/s1600/happy+new+year+2011_by+mrm_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/TRm3AXgJC1I/AAAAAAAAGyw/OsPbHL2l7E0/s400/happy+new+year+2011_by+mrm_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It is a New Decade in another few days and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wish you all have a prosperous life ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wish you all a Happy New Year 2011........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2193441044363562252?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2193441044363562252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2193441044363562252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2193441044363562252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2193441044363562252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2011'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/TRm3AXgJC1I/AAAAAAAAGyw/OsPbHL2l7E0/s72-c/happy+new+year+2011_by+mrm_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-8960106167759469475</id><published>2010-11-24T15:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:53:02.394+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thalaivaa......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I guess we should restrict the usage of the word thalaivaa.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kandakanda naayellam thalaivaa solranuga ! ! !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hero Worship has been an integral part of this society for quite a long and at times it has even shaped up in a ridiculous way. It has scaled new heights in the past few months , thanks to the science fiction movie screened across the globe. The &amp;nbsp;movie was a very good attempt in Tamil Industry and the director has to be applauded for the attempt and the pains the entire team went through in making of the movie. I recently got a mail claiming that few tens of people had walked on their knees to the temple on top of a hill offering prayers for the success of the movie. Why would they even do this ????? Doubting the authenticity of the mail I tried searching few news articles only to surprised as it turned out to be true.... To be honest I was flabbergasted and felt pity on those brainless idiots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is completely a senseless act and I wonder if they will do the same for a friend of theirs even when they are in grave danger. I bet not many from those bunch will have an yes as an answer to this question. I still have no clue as to why someone would indulge&amp;nbsp;themselves&amp;nbsp;in such an act, just for an entertainer who is in no way related to them except for a little more than 2 hours every time they spend their money to watch him in silver screen. ! ! ! &amp;nbsp;Many personify these entertainers to be leaders which they are not, instead of treating them as just entertainers who make them happy for just few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times this reaches some heights which many would regret in future. That would include&amp;nbsp;pal abhishegam , archanai , aaraathi with sudam not for the person but for the poster. I feel really bad, for liters of milk go waste in the process.&amp;nbsp;In a generation where these are questioned when performed for God himself by so many social activists what would these people get by wasting their time and money over someone. I am sure there are many better ways to show their love. There was another article by a fan pouring out his frustration on his so called leader for he was not able to see him on his birthday. He claimed to have travelled quite some distance just to convey his wishes but failed as he never got to meet the person. He went to the extent of questioning the attitude of the actor for not spending time with his fans on his Birthday. What he should understand is the actor is yet another &amp;nbsp;common man and he would want to spend time with his family on his Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well even I do go for first day first show but that’s just for the entertainment and it does not mean that I adore him. All it means is that I just admire him and that’s the way we should be treating them. The only thing that comes as comfort is that the present generation is slowly but definitely moving away from Hero Worship. Gone are the days when people appreciated any crap if done by someone they love a lot. People appreciate good work these days without any biasing and that’s really a welcome sign. I hope this continues to grow and we can have an health films getting released instead of commercial entertainers. ... ! ! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-8960106167759469475?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/8960106167759469475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=8960106167759469475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/8960106167759469475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/8960106167759469475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/11/thalaivaa.html' title='Thalaivaa......'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-4908645176337194675</id><published>2010-09-18T16:30:00.114+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:57:12.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who is Luckier ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;People marrying the one they love or People marrying the one who loves them a lot ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It looks quite a complicated question to answer on the outset but then when thought about it becomes much simpler than it actually is... :) There is this famous dialogue from a Tamil movie "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is better to marry a person who loves you than a person you love the most". I am not sure if that's the right way to go about choosing our partners. But then not everyone gets the person whom they love and as I had mentioned in my post we are bound to make compromises as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Though both are lucky in few aspects, I strongly feel that the former is the luckiest ones in the world without any doubt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am 26 now and I have seen my share of marriages, there are few scenarios where a person accepts all the mistakes and sometimes even crap the other do after marriage just for the fact that they love them a lot. So we generally feel that the person being loved is the luckiest in the world for they have found a perfect partner who accepts them for what they are and put up with all the crap they do. ... :) It is true to a great extent. But we fail to notice the happiness the other person gets just by the fact of being near with the person they love the most for rest of their lives. Their heart beats fast and they get excited each and every moment they spend with them and they are on top of the world for rest of their life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Imagine the moment you felt when you saw the person you fell in love for the first time,the moment you heard them speak something , the moment you shook hands with them even when you were friends, the moment you sat beside them on a travel or at a party, the moment they whisper a gossip in your ears when in a group, the moment you had them leaning on your shoulder,the moment they flash a smile on you,the moment you hugged them for the first time not to mention the moment you kissed them if that had happened by any chance....!&lt;/span&gt;!! It is these moments that make a person happy in a relationship.&amp;nbsp;This might sound weird and unacceptable but then this is the truth and fact which many ignores completely after a certain age.&amp;nbsp;The person who get to marry the one they love relish these moments for rest of their lives. The other though is loved and looked after with utmost care doesn't really get anywhere close to how these people feel. They might be happy but I feel they are not as lucky as the person who gets to marry the ones they loved the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if many will agree to me but that's how I feel. I was really shorts of words for the first time while writing a post for some reason but, I hope I have conveyed my point. If not just chuck it, I did the best I could regarding this post. May be it is just not that easy to explain how we feel as it is to explain what we think :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-4908645176337194675?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/4908645176337194675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=4908645176337194675' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4908645176337194675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4908645176337194675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-is-luckier.html' title='Who is Luckier ???'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-4611515684133744480</id><published>2010-09-04T12:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:43:10.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog Ever.....</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 5 years since I joined the blog world . &amp;nbsp;Even&amp;nbsp;though I had no idea what&amp;nbsp;blog spot&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;about when I created an account for myself in it. It took me nearly one months to write something decent enough to post and that was way back in&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sept-2006. I still remember spending 3 hours to write that and I cherish it till date. People generally change over years and so have I in many aspects of life but somehow feel that all that I wrote in my first post is still the same and nothing has changed drastically to change my thoughts with regard to that post except for the Topic. Now I feel that&amp;nbsp;It should have been &amp;nbsp;just "Love" for Love is always true and if it is not then it was never Love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am republishing the same for many who has followed me recently and have missed my first Blog ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kinsperumal.blogspot.com/2006/09/true-love.html"&gt;http://kinsperumal.blogspot.com/2006/09/true-love.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to do this after my 100th post but with the rate I am writing that might take 2 more years I suppose :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-4611515684133744480?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/4611515684133744480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=4611515684133744480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4611515684133744480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4611515684133744480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-first-blog-ever.html' title='My First Blog Ever.....'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-1328328746379932545</id><published>2010-08-29T21:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:05:52.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Compromise.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Life is full of compromises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is something I hear many saying when it comes to choosing a partner for them in life be it in an arranged or love marriage. But I was wondering If we start compromising only when it comes to choosing a partner!!! The truth is that compromise start in very early stages of our lives,&amp;nbsp;in fact&amp;nbsp;it starts right from the day we start to like something so badly, but then move on when we don't get it which is the case most of the times..... &amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I personally wanted to be a cricketer like any other Indian kid when I watched Sachin playing in Sharjah against Pakistan but then I had to put aside the plans for I had literally no encouragement or even support from my family for some reason and that was the first big compromise I had to make in my life. That continued for the rest of my childhood in which time I had to compromise a lot mostly for financial reasons which includes keyboard classes, hockey stick, jeans, and many more. There was one day I even had an&amp;nbsp;argument about a bike which I wanted to have for travelling to school but my dad advised me in taking a cycle that we got when I was in 6th Std. Again I had to compromise this time but then I stuck to my decision of not taking the bi-cycle and I went to school walking all way for almost 2 kms daily. I was very angry with my dad for this the whole year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One Year later....&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We had to travel to Trichy for my engineering counseling just after 3 or 4 days after my dad had a surgery on his kidney to remove the stones in it. I had got 276.18 on 300 and was hoping to get a free seat in any of the private colleges in Chennai for obvious reasons. Never in my mind had I thought of picking up a seat in Anna University or any other Govt colleges. I know it is little weird but that’s the fact. But I was greeted with shock when I reached the place in the morning for we had very few seats in the private colleges, in fact the numbers of seats available were less than 10 and I was totally disappointed for my turn would come only in the evening at 5 to be exact. :(......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All through the day I was pushing my dad to get me a payment seat in ECE in Chennai which would cost five times more just for the fact that I wanted to enjoy a different lifestyle than what I had in my native place. Though he wanted me to take a seat in the Govt College, with a concerned face he just started turning the pages of a book provided with all the costs that would be involved and by the time we entered the all he had decided something in his mind. I could sense that he would get me the seat even if I didn't get a free seat in the college I wanted. As we entered the place I was surprised to find that the numbers had just dropped from less than 10 to less than 5. I had narrowed down to EEE seat in SRM after going behind ECE for almost all year for some reason without much knowledge about the college. Little did I know that It was the best place to study back then.... :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I had a little glow at this point for there was 3 seats available with 7 people to go before me only to find 4 among them were in the same quota. The entire glow vanished in seconds and all I asked my dad at that moment was a payment not thinking about his financial situation. He just nodded the head and I just kept my fingers crossed. After a commotion in the checking queue because of a mistake in my application form I was the first in selection queue when I entered the room with full of computers displaying the available options. We had the following notable options for us&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Free Seats:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ECE, EEE in Thiyagaraja College      in Madurai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ECE in Govt College in      Coimbatore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;EEE, ECE seats in all the Govt      colleges except REC, Anna University and PSG.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chemical in REC.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Civil and lower branches in Anna      University.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ECE in St.Joseph&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ECE in MEPCO Sivakasi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;EEE is SRM - 2 seats.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mechanical in PSG.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Of all the options in the screen I could see only SRM through my eyes. I knew that my dad wanted me to take the ECE seat which I had been talking about in Thiyagaraja college but when I chose the last but one EEE seat in SRM over that and he was taken aback by my decision but agreed to it without much resistance. Even now it remains a puzzle to him as to why I picked EEE over ECE which I wanted to pick. Now who picked the last is yet another interesting fact …… :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As we came out of the room we had to pay fifteen thousand rupees&amp;nbsp;accepting the seat which would be just five thousand had it been Thiyagaraja College. As my dad was paying the fees, I noticed that&amp;nbsp;he had carried enough cash for a payment seat along with him. Only then I realized what a huge compromise he had made at that moment just after his kidney surgery and with 2 more daughters to get married. It continued for another 4 years of his life where he spent around four lakhs for my college which could have been well below fifty thousand had I chose the Govt College in Madurai. Only then I realized all the compromises that I had done so far didn't not have any significance for the one he had done for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My dad might not have given me the best, but I am pretty much sure that he has always tried 200% to give me the best :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-1328328746379932545?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/1328328746379932545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=1328328746379932545' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1328328746379932545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1328328746379932545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/07/compromise.html' title='Compromise.....'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-2243208309808515109</id><published>2010-08-29T09:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-29T09:33:50.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FB Prediction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I find myself spending considerable time in Facebook these days without much reasons and one way to kill time is by trying out the applications from some random vetti people.... :) Some are funny and some are total crap while many claim to predict your character or personality or your future. I have tried a lot of them but avoid posting the results to page mostly unless it turns out to be a funny one. The recent one that I used predicted my personality with almost 100% accuracy and I was startled by that... Here I am posting the same below......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Dear Nagasaravana Perumal, based PSYCHOLOGY PERSONALITY TEST, You’re a stubborn sweetheart. You “love” him/her only because he/she loves you. If his/her flame puts out, you let go with no trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You’re undoubtedly good-natured! Most of the time, people are confident to approach you because they know you will consider them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You love the crowd... a party animal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You’re usually expressive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You love deeply...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have so many ideas in mind... You’re creative and aggressive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You’re independent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody thinks otherwise ????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2243208309808515109?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2243208309808515109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2243208309808515109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2243208309808515109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2243208309808515109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/08/fb-prediction.html' title='FB Prediction'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-5549584021891087793</id><published>2010-07-29T15:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:36:55.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Season of Surprises....</title><content type='html'>Friend : Hey one good news .....&lt;br /&gt;Me :Sollu machi epo da kalyanam ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation has become quite common these days. If you receive a call from your friend after quite sometime and you are able to sense some excitement in the tone, you can be certain that they have called you to invite either for their engagement or marriage. I have been served with too many surprises from my friends in the last month and I have ended up with almost no clue as to how to react to few of those. It all started of with Prudhvi a year back and now it is coming thick and fast.&amp;nbsp;It has even made me think that I am growing a little old to be a bachelor anymore though I enjoy it like ever before.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reacted differently to each, I was angry at a friend and shouted at him. The best surprise was from my best pal and I was nearly flabbergasted hearing him. I am still finding it really difficult to get out of the shock. But then slowly and steadily I have realized that opinion differs a lot when it comes to the choice of girl to marry. It has been quite contrasting from the same guys who were sighting similar girls together in college and company. As expected beauty has taken a step back seat and other stuff have taken precedence. Compatibility, character, purpose of life, expectations of family and of course horoscope, caste and status have been major influences in these decisions. Few choose what's best for them and others choose what's best for the family and a very few even leave the choice to their parents which is really a huge surprise these days. No matter how these decisions are taken, it is important that they take the best decision for it influences the rest of the life to come, to a great extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone is happy with their decisions and wish them a prosperous life ahead and hope we are in touch even after our marriages.&amp;nbsp;Lesson learnt recently, do all you can do to help your friends narrow down on the best partner, only if you are asked for, never offer any advice or even suggestions after a decision is made by them and their family,for everyone knows whats best for them. You might not be in the same boat as they are, just wish them good luck. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-5549584021891087793?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/5549584021891087793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=5549584021891087793' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5549584021891087793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5549584021891087793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/07/season-of-surprises.html' title='Season of Surprises....'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-7239594161241057366</id><published>2010-07-11T13:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:06:27.199+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Traitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid #4F81BD 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: accent1; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 2.0pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="underline"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Miss that boy only did this miss "... This is not something rare in our school life and somehow everyone school and every class end up having someone who always is a pet to the staff and acts as a traitor and inform them of all the wrong doings that we indulge in. We did have one such guy in our class and though the entire class didn’t like him a lot for what he was doing he continued with that till we came out of the school. Though it’s unfortunate it is understandable that people in younger age trying to get a name for themselves among the staff just by giving them the information which we would have never given, but when you find such a guy even in college then that’s really unfortunate and when you realize that he did all that betraying just for a girl then that’s totally ridiculous. We had one such creature in our batch and we would curse our self for the rest of our lives for letting him go unpunished for what he did to us after our 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year college tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="underline"&gt;That was our first tour in college life and I would never argue that what we did was completely right in the tour. Of course we did few things which we should have avoided, but at the same time we were not at fault completely either. We were trying to enjoy the trip and I should say we went beyond our limits a couple of times. I am sure most of us would agree to this in our department. I assumed that the issues were resolved amicably among us in the later part of the tour and we did have a good time after that till we came to know that there had been a complaint against a group of guys me being one among them. I was startled to see such a complaint going against us for we did nothing that was mentioned in the complaint to the principal. What was worst part here was we never knew who made this complaint for almost a week and I really appreciate that bastard for the way he did all this that we almost took over couple of weeks to find who he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="underline"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="underline"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The experience of going through the enquiry was interesting and I escaped from punishment while other was charged of Rs 5000 to Rs 7000 for what we did and it was a bitter experience for us to go through in our college though we learnt enough from it. As for the second tour was concerned it was further more bitter for various reasons and I made it a point that I had no photos of it to remind me of anything from the tour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; I should accept that the locations chosen for the tour was amazing and I would love to take my wife there for a trip. Well the interesting fact here is that the traitor was there even in the second tour trying to get along with all of us but never did we speak with that son of a bitch again as we had done before and I still blame us that we didn’t thrash him for what he did to us. But I just loved the way he was treated by my dear friend from Hyderabad in our farewell and also when he was getting his autographed shirt signed by all of us. I never signed it but my friend did by writing "Bastard stop betraying friends and be loyal in future". He would have regretted asking his signature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="underline"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope someone betrays him big time in his life, I might sound silly here but I seriously wish that someone ditches him so that he would go through what we had gone through in college. What prompted me in writing this blog is, I saw someone comment in one of his photos as “Hero” which actually should have been “Zero”….. Bloody mother $%^&amp;amp;#@ ….. Pardon me with the tone of this blog. By the way Mr.Traitor if at all you happen to read this blog you should really be grateful for I have been a true gentleman and have not given your name out here.&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/19860243-7239594161241057366?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/7239594161241057366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=7239594161241057366' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7239594161241057366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7239594161241057366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/07/traitor.html' title='Traitor'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-4189049963333446895</id><published>2010-06-30T06:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-30T06:52:06.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just couldn't resist staring at this picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/TCqa0R4FmkI/AAAAAAAAGVE/AdMq-vuOUwk/s1600/Deepika.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/TCqa0R4FmkI/AAAAAAAAGVE/AdMq-vuOUwk/s640/Deepika.JPG" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has become my wallpaper both in my Lappy and Phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me know if someone gets the same picture in 800 x 600 resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-4189049963333446895?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/4189049963333446895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=4189049963333446895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4189049963333446895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4189049963333446895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/06/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/TCqa0R4FmkI/AAAAAAAAGVE/AdMq-vuOUwk/s72-c/Deepika.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-2416412918092834423</id><published>2010-06-27T15:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:59:28.995+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Raavanan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I am a huge fan of Mani Ratnam and a review on Raavanan was inevitable from me. I somehow managed to get tickets of the movie for the second day and I went on top of a food poison and fever, only to be disappointed. The movie though had few stuff to be appreciated like cinematography, music and the hard work put in by the artists.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;To say the least, cinematography was&amp;nbsp;mesmerizing&amp;nbsp;and it would take a while before anyone could match those visuals. The music has been topping the charts without any surprise, but the way the songs were handled in the movie was really pathetic. "Usurae poguthey Usurae Poguthey" an emotional song came in just like that when there was nothing emotional in the scene. I was bloody disappointed with that and I should say I never recovered from it at all till date. I hated the dialogues in between the song, I wonder why the director would want to choose such a place for the leads to interact when ARR does what he does the best. It would have been perfect had he placed the song where vikram tries to propose (kind of) Aishwarya."Kaattu Sirukki" was completely wasted and all I could do was, have pity on A.R.Rahman. May be he should continue touring western countries as he has been doing these days instead of composing for someone who is going to waste the song.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It would be impossible to find any flaws when it comes to the performance of each and every character, right from the leads to the supporting characters and even ones who has very little scenes like veeras's brother have done a fabulous job. The stunt director should have stayed with the crew throughout the shoot for they had taken such risky shots all through the movie. The locations where excellent and I wonder how Mani managed to convince his stars to shoot in those beautifully dangerous places. May be his reputation helps him here.... :)&amp;nbsp;I am sure at some point of time in the movie people would be confused as to whom Mani is trying to depict as hero, Veera or Dev, but I would say he has just shown us the reality that every individual has grey shades in them. I really liked this attempt of Mani in the movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For people wondering how this movie could be bad when most things are good in it, here comes the reason, the major elements for any movie to me is story and screenplay. The movie claimed to be an adaptation of the great epic Ramayanam has a weak story line and the screenplay doesn't help it recover either. One could easily predict what’s next and the movie is short of any twists or turns except for the last 10 minutes which is again little predictable. It was nice that Aishwarya didn’t end up with Veera and I also liked the way Mani left the movie there instead of her getting together with Dev either. He doesn’t deserve to get her back for sure. The end was perfect and couldn’t have been better. But at the end all I could do was awe at the way everyone has given their heart and soul into the movie and not at the movie itself and that has lead to the failure of the movie. The pity is that all these hard work has gone for nothing because of a weak story line and an ordinary screenplay. A few might end with awards thought for their individual brilliance but none of that could save the movie from going to grave in the first couple of weeks of its release. This coming from an ace director like Mani is a huge disappointment not only to me but also to the most ardent fans of the director.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2416412918092834423?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2416412918092834423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2416412918092834423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2416412918092834423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2416412918092834423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/06/raavanan.html' title='Raavanan'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-5440299053831772987</id><published>2010-06-09T17:25:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:41:19.789+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Real beauty of a girl is revealed, not when she is in a cocktail dress, not when she is done with her routine in beauty parlour, not when she is in with her make-up for her wedding, not when she is in her casuals with a free floating hair, not when she in a traditional attire, and certainly not when she is in her revealing best, but it is revealed when she has nothing in her mind and when she doesn't try to appear different from what she is and when she is not aware of who is looking at her and that is when she is in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Deep Sleep". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The sad fact is that not&amp;nbsp;many get to see the real beauty of a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-5440299053831772987?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/5440299053831772987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=5440299053831772987' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5440299053831772987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5440299053831772987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/06/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3013723010326501852</id><published>2010-06-02T16:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-30T06:57:32.504+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She/He...And a love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NOTE: This was a forward from a Girl.Read till the end; nothing’s more worthy than the ending… The reason for posting this is many replied to the forward saying this was very true from the bottom of their heart.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friend: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy birthday! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Haan...tha......nk yo....u...was just getting up from the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Oh! That means I am the first to wish you! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Naa! He has already wished me at 12 in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Who??? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Come on, who else, Nitin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Oh, ok. So, what's the plan for today? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Nitin told me that he has a surprise gift for me for my Birthday. And also we are going to Flower Show today. I am excited! I have never seen the flower show that happens in Lal Baug. Actually that itself is the most wonderful gift for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: "Did you go to Palace grounds all the way from Basavanagudi, to see Bryan Adam's show!!! Who accompanied you?" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Nitin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: By the way, who referred your CV in &amp;nbsp;Infosys ? I mean you don't know anyone there, right? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: No, he forwarded my CV to one of his friends there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: I heard that the HR round interview went on till 8pm in the night. I think you faced difficulty in returning to your room. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: No, he had come to pick me up. He came from his office, dropped me to my room and he returned to his room at around 11pm. He didn't have dinner also. I asked him to have at my room. Poor Nitin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: If you are supposed to go home tomorrow itself then what about reservation? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: I have told him, he will go to Majestic and would get it done, and he told he has some work in Majestic. That's why I am relaxed a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Hello...what about our sari shopping program in Malleshwaram? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Listen, I will call you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &amp;nbsp;You didn't call me back in the morning, so I called now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Yeah, when you called I was in Koramangala, with Nitin. He was very upset in the morning. He had a fight with his elder brother. So, it wouldn't have been fair on my part to leave him alone. If I am with him in such situation very soon he comes back to normalcy. So I postponed the Malleshwaram program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Hey! What happened? You seem to be very happy today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Why not? &amp;nbsp;You know today is one of the most happiest days for me. Nitin got an onsite assignment in UK, for 6 months! That's why I am very happy. All of his work paid today. He had been waiting for this opportunity since long. He'll be leaving next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: You will miss him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Badly. I must thank Rohit, through him only I got to know Nitin. Without Nitin it would have been very difficult for me to stay in this alien city with no friends, relatives . He has been so caring friend all through my tough times in this city, he is so mature, so understanding...a true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: He loves you yaar. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: I know. He has expressed his feelings towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Hey…When did he do that? You didn’t tell me…and what was your reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Come on yaar…chill… You know my answer what would have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Don't you love him? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: I don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Don't tell me. You also have a soft corner for him, if not love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: I don't want to commit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: What is stopping you? I really don't understand. When &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miya-beevi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;are &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;razi kya karega kazi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Please...don't say like that. I never told him that I love him or something like that, though he has tried to convince me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Are you a fool not to understand his feelings which are so clear from outside only? Poor fellow, don't leave him alone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: He is nice, but not my kind of guy. He is just a friend, I never had those feelings for him. I have told him everything about me and my family. He knows how orthodox my parents are. They can never expect me marrying a guy from a different state. They trust me. Come what may, I will not hurt my parent's feelings. I cannot imagine also. Now they are happily searching a guy for me in my native place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: But you should marry a guy who loves you the most, not the one you like. And it’s clearly visible how much you mean to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Please…I don’t want to discuss about him anymore. I will gradually move away from him….I believe my parents will definitely find a good alliance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Hmm, I don't understand at all. I am thinking how Nitin will take this. Hope he will move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &amp;nbsp;This Saturday I have to go home, a guy is coming to see me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Oh! Is it? Good news yaar. Your first interview! Wish you all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Any guesses, who is he? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Please yaar. I am least bothered and least interested. For the sake of my parents' happiness I have agreed for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: What about the interview, I was expecting your call actually? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Nothing so special. I didn't like the guy's attitude. I told my parents clearly. My parents are very understanding and so they too told me that they won't go ahead with this matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Yesterday your mobile was engaged for more than half an hour. I kept trying, but I slept after 11pm. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Yeah, I was talking to Nitin. He is very much worried about my marriage. He is concerned whether I would get a guy of my choice or not, whether I would be happy with him or not. I was very sad to know this. But I am helpless. I pacified him and convinced that whatever my parents do, that will be the best for me, so no need to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: How Nitin will feel after you get married? Will he not be upset all the time? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Time will change everything. He will start living again. Was he not leading a normal life before I came into his life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t like him “that” much to marry him. I have already told him about this. Anyway my parents will choose the best for me, a really nice, caring guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's all matter of time. Even I can't do anything other than pacifying him and myself with these philosophical statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" got engaged with a guy of her parent's choice (with her "yes" of course). She is in touch with both Nitin and the new " &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;him&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" regularly through chatting in Google Talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now she ignores Nitin’s SMSs and pings, coz she doesn’t feel “comfortable” with that, as her alliance is fixed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" got happily married to "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;him&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;", very soon converting Nitin into memories. But deleting the memories was slow and impossible for Nitin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why do girls do like this? &amp;nbsp;What was Nitin’s fault? Why is that the girl who meant the world for him, treats him just like any other guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She needs him when she is new to the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She needs his help in finding out a PG or hostel for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She makes him prepare a good-format-CV for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She needs him to drop her to the venue of a walk-in interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She expects him to collect all the consultants' mail ids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She needs him while preparing for the interviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She needs his help in identifying HER skill sets, strengths and weakness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She wants him to conduct a mock-interview for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She gives her yahoo mail id password so that he can forward her CV to consultants through internet in his office (in office hours!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She needs him for boosting her confidence when she fails in the 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;st&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;written test in her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She wants him to take her to M.G Road , Brigade Road, Forum and Big bazaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She needs his company while visiting all the temples in Malleshwaram on Vijayadashami, though he is not a believer of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She asks his opinions on importance of marriage &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She wants him to be a shoulder to cry when her parents force her for marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She needs his help in preparing her mind for the first interview with a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She needs his help in deciding about the marriage proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She loves to share her happiness with him when she gets engaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She expects him to attend her marriage&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Come on guys, he is a true friend of her!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The guy does all this honestly, without saying a single "No".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He loves her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He cares for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever he is today; it is only because of her entry in to his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He treats her as his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He dreams to be her life-partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She changed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is only because of her, he is smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is only because of her, he has forgotten the past bitter experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She is the first person in his life to influence him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He was the "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;bhatka hua musafir &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" and she came as his "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;manzil&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He threw the cigarette in the dust-bin because of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He has cultivated a positive attitude towards marriage and family because of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She is the perfect Indian woman he has ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He keeps a photo of Lord Krishna in his purse now; only because of her (also it is her favorite deity!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weekends come and go without his notice; it is only because of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He stopped going to office on Weekends; it is only because of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Onsite project was his dream; he puts all his efforts now, not to get an onsite assignment but to make her happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;------------------------------&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The girl depends on the guy as if she never lived and can never live without him. Guy behaves as if he has taken birth on this earth only to care for that lady. She treats him as a shoulder to cry and he treats her as a puppy in a rain storm. She loves to depend and he loves to take care, finally they fall in so called "love", ultimately adding an unnecessary trauma to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girls want a perfect life partner but they don't want to hurt their parents' feelings, guys know that they can't get her but still they want to care for her(because they want her to be happy wherever she is and with whoever she is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Great! Or shall I say crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or I think no need to be so serious about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She gets engaged, life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Long lasting phone calls become short and sweet, life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A heart which was used to "Good morning", “Good night” and “Happy journey” SMSs learns to be happy with just the "Happy weekend" and SMSs, life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more "Unread messages" in the Gmail, life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one to share coffee at "Barista" at the end of a tiring working day, life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more consultants' calls to be diverted and life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He stops taking care of his health, life goes on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He resumes smoking again, life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He is still living in flashback, and no looking back for her, but life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He starts drinking, life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He gets promoted, he is a manager, she is mother of two kids, and life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He earns a lot, but lost forever, life goes on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He still wonders what went wrong, life goes on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He smiles in the pain recollecting the time spent with her, and she is happy with her family, but life goes on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" style="width: 784px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt; width: 778px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can anyone say that it has never happened in your life...Dare to say no...It happens with all…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If not this, at least something equivalent…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or maybe you are neither “Her” nor “Nitin”, but&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the “Friend”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3013723010326501852?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3013723010326501852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3013723010326501852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3013723010326501852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3013723010326501852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/06/sheheand-love-story.html' title='She/He...And a love story'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-134499433928868378</id><published>2010-05-09T19:12:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:29:46.152+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Graceful Exit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It has been 4 and half years since I joined my company and the entire journey has been a really interesting. Having joined with no knowledge of programming languages I feel I have done enough, though little lucky at times, to survive all these years without any major hassles. I might not have got all I wanted but I think I got enough to be satisfied if not happy. A chance to fly abroad, a visit to New York and to awe at the beauty of Niagara would have been only in dreams if not for this industry… :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I would have even got another chance at these on a long term basis if not for my decision to quit the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The decision to quit had been pending for quite some time since there was a change in the reporting structure with my Manager moving out to a different project. There is a very familiar quote in the industry which goes like this… “People don’t leave the company, they just leave their managers”. I didn’t give it a serious thought &amp;nbsp;until I decided to quit. Though there were many factors playing a major role in my decision to quit like family, life style and money, the prime reason for me starting to look out was the way I was handled in the project. I have to thank few for they urged me to look out instead of getting comfortable with what I had. I have always dreamed of turning my tag red before I could leave but then I had to decide against it and that’s one of very few regrets I have while leaving the company. The other one being I was not allowed to use my H1 visa. I somehow never got the criteria these people have, to narrow down on people to be in long term assignment. &amp;nbsp;The same people are given chance again and again for some reason, and the reason is self explanatory in this &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10913103"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.…. :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyways I am out of it now, and may be had I gone for a long term few would have tagged me as a “Jakku Boy” too…. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The last a thing any human would want in life is a good funeral and the last thing any employer would want is a graceful exit. The exit was as smooth as the joining process was in my company. We stayed till 10 that day with all friends and were talking like we would never have another chance to talk. But that was in a way true as I find is highly impossible for every one of us to come together and have a long useless chat...:) We have already failed in one such attempt after me coming out of the company. People have their own priorities and none can be blamed here. So it was nice that we spent enough time on my last day. Of all the exits I have seen in my tenure somehow I feel mine was the best and many would agree to that also for some obvious reasons. If there is an another opportunity for me to be associated with my previous employee I will be more than ready to do it, for it was 4 wonderful years for me after college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lesson Learnt: Write anything when your soul is into it. Else you are going get a post like this. This is not how it was in my mind 2 months back. But somehow I am not able to put it the way I had in mind 2 months back. This will go down as one of the worst post by me.... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-134499433928868378?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/134499433928868378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=134499433928868378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/134499433928868378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/134499433928868378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/05/graceful-exit.html' title='Graceful Exit'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-49877255784642321</id><published>2010-04-19T12:36:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.798+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Powerless Saturday :(.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What’s your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; favourite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;day? &amp;nbsp;Back in school I would say “Thursday” just for the reason that I was born on that day. As time changed so did the answer, it has become Saturday and most people especially the software professionals would agree to that for obvious reasons.There is a famous saying “Saturday Night Full Tight “. I don’t drink though:)&amp;nbsp;But, I too love Saturdays as that’s the only day you get to enjoy staying at home and watching worthless crap in TV all day long lying in the bed. God that’s become one of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; favourite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; time pass activities in summer as it is bloody hot out and they switch off the cooling systems in most shopping malls. Well appreciated Green Initiative by those people thought that’s not their intentions.:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke up on one such Saturday and was taken aback to know the reason why I lost my sleep!!! &amp;nbsp;The ceiling fan was slowly coming to stand still and I was sweating than usual for an early morning. Only then I realized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;TNEB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; had spoilt my peaceful beginning to a Saturday. It does not end there, As I opened the door that was kept closed all night to prevent cool air from escaping the room I heard my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;neighbour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;saying “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Saravanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;inaikku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;manikku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; than current varum” . Well it is always current and never power for a common man in India:)&amp;nbsp;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Naasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;poochu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; I had to be at home all day with no power!!! I just couldn’t stand the thought of it. My mind started racing with thoughts and I was thinking as to how we could avoid this and decided to do few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The first thing I did was to take bath in nice cold water, picked few documents and got out of the home by 11, by then I was sweating like pig. My first destination was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;BSNL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; office, the reason is they had AC running 24/7. I took all the time it would take to finish this blog just to fill a form asking me 4 questions. The huge queue served my purpose to spend more time, I was happy to see people breaking the queue which would have made me fight with them any other day. I just let them pass while I was enjoying my time there and learning from people around. People were complaining for the poor service provided and the officers were blaming the government and public for they had no time for their breakfast on Saturdays. I was not bothered any of these for all I wanted was to spend as much time as possible in AC. Even after doing all this I was able to complete the request for BB plan change in an hour. Next pit stop was at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vodafone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; for the same reason as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;BSNL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; office. I managed to find a decent looking girl if not good and thank god she spoke about all the post paid plans and offers in a sweet voice. After an hour I submitted my proofs for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-paid connection and left the store saying none of the plans meet requirements. It was 1 by that time, and I decided to have lunch now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thanks to A2B they maintain ambient temperature round the clock. No guesses this time as expected I took as much time as possible as in other places to finish my lunch and it was 1:30 when I was done with it. I had nothing else left except for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Naidu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; Hall to go which is a place most frequented by ladies. So I decided to head home hoping that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;TNEB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; had changed their mind but with no luck. I played cricket with a guy in 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; standard who had his own set rules which was dynamic benefiting him each time. Kids are always kids:).Anyways it was nice playing in one of the shortest pitch ever possible in the world. He was too tired to continue and went to sleep leaving me in despair. I wonder how on earth he gets sleep with no power around. I even thought of visiting a friend of mine nearby but decided against it for the only reason that they were newly married couple. I didn’t want to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; between them spoiling their weekend too. The good thing that day was that there was a cloud cover, so it was nice to ride a bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I started riding and few minutes later I was riding into all the roads that I have never taken thinking about the poem “Road not taken“I reached a mountain nearby. I have seen few houses among those mountains and couple of uncompleted steel structures on my train journey to my office. I have always wondered what was there in the mountains. I was surprised to see that there was a huge settlement in the mountains and they had an umpteen number of houses in them and the streets were completely confusing as it was not planned. I was passing through the same way again and again thinking the reason behind the huge settlement till I hit a dead end. Then I took a different path altogether and hit the reason behind the settlement. There was huge quarrying operation carried out in the mountains and all people working there had built their houses around with little planning for the streets. Everyone were looking at me like an alien and that made me realize how close those people were with each other that they are easily able to spot a stranger. The place was more like a village with people playing “Thayam” and “Aadu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;puli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This time I woke up when the ceiling fan had just started on a complete contrast to how I woke-up 9 hours before in the morning. &lt;b&gt;Then I realized how kid got a sound sleep in the afternoon without this god damn power&lt;/b&gt;. It was a nice experience to spend time out than staring at the TV all day long even after realizing that there is nothing worthy to stare at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is yet another Saturday as I write this blog; I am staring at the TV for nothing and scanning channels knowing that I wouldn’t be able to find anything worthy. I should get out of this addiction somehow ASAP:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-49877255784642321?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/49877255784642321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=49877255784642321' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/49877255784642321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/49877255784642321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/04/powerless-saturday.html' title='Powerless Saturday :(.....'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-7770660073309715329</id><published>2010-03-02T06:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:12:54.334+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Vinnaithandi Varuvaaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watch the movie before you read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To put it in a sentence &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;the movie was an intense, perfect, practical love story well portrayed by the director without making any compromise&lt;/b&gt;. It has been almost a year long wait to watch the movie and Gautam Menon left me with very few disappointments. He had marshaled the resources at his disposal in the best way possible. I was little confused as to what the director was trying towards the end but then it was a perfect ending to a perfect movie and there could never be a better finish to this story. I somehow get a feeling that the movie will turn out to be a flop just for the fact that the director has just stuck to the reality and gave a raw treatment to the story or may be because of the fact that Tamil audience are still not that matured to appreciate this kind of a treatment to a love story. I overheard couple of guys ranking Asal better than this movie. That gave me the state of Tamil audience… &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pathetic situation. It would be a disappointment if a rumour of original climax being replaced by a climax where the lead pair gets together comes true just to save the film from being a box office failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless coming back to the movie, the best part was the casting for the lead roles and the supporting role that comes with Simbhu as cinematographer in the movie. Simbhu and Thrisha my personal favorites were perfect fit for the lead roles. They had done a fabulous job in portraying Karthick and Jessie with much ease. Karthick a young fellow with not much of success in life but is just ready to do anything for his love is very common character and we can see him for sure in our life easily. He enjoys his life till he meets Jessie and does whatever he can to get his love without much success in the end. His approach towards Jessie is interesting even after he knows that she is a year elder than him and the way he gets her to love him is also different. The supporting character, who renders his home to Karthick and Jessie for them to talk (Just talk and nothing else) is another character worth the mention. I liked his characterization a lot. He was hilariously serious and added to the comic value of the movie. Other supporting characters like the parents, sisters, friends and the girl with a crush on male lead didn’t have much to do and they have done their part in the movie to perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Of all the characters, the character I loved the most in the movie was that of Jessie. She was gorgeous in the sarees and kurthas. I am sure this character is going to win hatred from most corners. She is a girl caught between modern world and traditional values. She is bloody confused as to what has to be given priority in life. Is it her life itself or her family’s prestige sacrificing happiness? May be she should have a look at my previous blog I suppose…. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I was easily able to relate Jessie to many people whom I have met in my life. She gets into love with Karthick hoping to convince their parents initially but then gets ready for the marriage her parents arrange. Few people may frown in the train sequence and the next scene where she explains Karthick asking him to be just a friend and nothing more than, a desperate move to save her love. But then she runs into too much of emotion and doesn’t want to lose neither the one she loves nor her parents. I was happy when she comes out of the arranged marriage at the last moment and promises Karthick that she would come for him for sure. Poor girl finally falls into the trap of marrying another guy with loads and loads love for Karthick thinking he would be better off with someone else. It is just because she had no guts to fight and overcome her father. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Never did she realize that she had spoilt not only Karthick and her life, but also the one whom she married. Poor guy has to live with a false love for his entire life. She is just dead soul to me. Many girls these days gets into this situation, I hope they choose what’s best for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Apart from the characterization another aspect which was good in the movie was the dialogues. They were elegant and simple with no cinematic touches to it. It looked like we were watching couple of friends interacting in the screen. If there is any reason for me to watch the movie again then it would be the dialogues. There was a huge expectation for the music as it was composed by the Maestro A.R.Rahman the Oscar winner. He had done a wonderful job and the songs were topping the charts, but somehow I felt that it failed to create the magic which was very much evident it Gautam’s previous ventures. My humble opinion is that the music was splendid, and awesome in the audio tracks but not that great to go with the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;If there is anything that I didn’t like in the movie, it was the profession chosen for the male lead Karthick. I have not enjoyed watching the real cinema world in the silver screen and it was not that great to watch Simbhu being an assistant to K.S.Ravi Kumar. I would have enjoyed the movie a lot better if the male lead had a different back ground in the movie than being an assistant director. Overall it’s a different treatment to a clichéd love story of a Hindu guy in love with a Christian girl which deserves a loud applause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-7770660073309715329?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/7770660073309715329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=7770660073309715329' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7770660073309715329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7770660073309715329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/03/vinnaithandi-varuvaaya.html' title='Vinnaithandi Varuvaaya'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-7770974863383762720</id><published>2010-02-19T16:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.799+05:30</updated><title type='text'>கவரி மான்</title><content type='html'>"மயிர் நீப்பின் உயிர் வாழா கவரி மான்" This is a well known proverb in my vernacular language. It literally translates to "A breed of fictional deer named KAVARI MAAN will just die for it lost its hair". Little high exaggeration, but then it reflects the humungous importance given to pride and prestige by ancient tamilians.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should pride and prestige be given more importance than life itself????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about this question for quite a long. The reason behind the question is that, I am just startled by the way parents force their children into marrying someone just based on the fact they are from the same caste and religion even if one chosen is not that good, just to protect their so called pride and prestige in the society. The worst part here is the usage of the tool called emotional blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"நீ மட்டும் நாங்க பாத்த பொன்ன கல்யாணம் பன்னிக்கலனா , மொத்த குடும்பமும் நகன்டுட்டு சாக வேன்டியதுதான்...." This is a typical dialogue one has to put up when they are fighting for their love.There are many more up their sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much sure they wouldn't mean what they say in an attempt to make their children listen to them. Even if they do mean it just their stupidity and I would say that the children are in no way responsible. But poor children just fall for this trap knowing the fact that their parents don't mean what they say. They have no other go but to go ahead with the marriage even though they are not a percent interested in it. I wonder why do parents never think of the after effects of marriage which their children, whom they have loved for the past 25 years, have to go through. They are completely blind folded by this ridiculous society and I pity the parents really who ruin their own child's life by one moment of madness. This has got nothing to do with the educational status of the parents as I see even the most educated parents stick to this system of Arranged Marriage. Though many of the arranged marriages have worked, the sole reason behind that would be a huge pain and hell lot of compromises from both the parties. They just live as partners for the society and never for themselves. I know a very few who have enjoyed their lives after arranged marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just consider the factors influencing the decision for an arranged marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Religion.&lt;br /&gt;2. Caste.&lt;br /&gt;3. Horoscope [This one is a sole factor for Hindus]&lt;br /&gt;4. Photos.&lt;br /&gt;5. Family Background.&lt;br /&gt;6. Security check on the bride/groom [This is very rare but developing].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 is total crap and I wouldn’t take pains to write on it here. It is bloody obvious we wouldn't check what caste is a guy donating blood when are met with an accident or check the religion of a doctor who is operating on us when we are in grave danger. So just cut this religion and caste crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is horoscope. In fact almost all from Hindu community strongly believe in this shit even before they move on to other decent factors. I seriously find no reasons to believe this. Horoscope is based on Geo-Centric theory while it is a proved fact that the solar system is in fact Helio-Centric. And going by the statistics i guess there is a possibility of minimum of 2 births at the same time in the universe. But no 2 person have the same life which is supposed to be the case if we are to believe horoscopes. So horoscopes are ruled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the photo. This can be huge factor for few but not for the ones who are very urgent to get married. This again reveals nothing about person’s character and Photoshop can help a lot..... :) So it is not a great factor to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the next factor family back ground, this factor contributes positively to a certain level towards narrowing down on the choices available. But I would say that it is not strong enough to bank on for a lifelong commitment. I know few children who reflect the characters of their parents but most are not that way. If a guy is ready to get his daughter married to me based on what my dad, all I can do is just ridicule him. Though I am not that bad, I am in no way close what my dad. We both have completely different ideologies towards life.... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final factor is the security check and this is one factor which contributes in the most positive way of all the listed factors. But then it's a human tendency to project our self in the smartest way as if we are the best bride/groom once we have decided to get married and not until after 3 months of marriage we get to know the real characters. If we are in sync then we would have one hell of a life, if not then life itself would be a hell..... :) Even the private security agency doesn’t give us the required info. One can never get ones character unless and until they are close to them. What can a poor detective do here :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person who knows best about a person is they them self and not parents or friends. These days children would for sure know what is best for them and they would be is the best position to choose their life partners instead of others. After all the next phase of life after parents for them is completely dependent on their better half. The only way to go forward is let everyone figure out what’s best for them.Just forget what the society has to say and do what's best for the children, I am sure they will make you proud than what you would have getting them married to the one you want to. I would be surprised if there is any other lovely gift than this in one’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: No offence intended on the couples with a happy (arranged) married life and also on parents looking for bride/groom for their children based on the factors listed. It is just my perception.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-7770974863383762720?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/7770974863383762720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=7770974863383762720' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7770974863383762720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7770974863383762720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='கவரி மான்'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-7124019694780929097</id><published>2009-11-27T14:13:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:15:47.716+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Tag #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is your current obsession?&lt;br /&gt;Eating as always and nothing new off late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you wearing today?&lt;br /&gt;Black Mercedes T-Shirt and Blue Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Enchanter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Complete silence. Few keyboard strokes and Mouse clicks.Acutually I am writing it in office time :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which language do you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;Spanish and Sign Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favourite quotes?&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2006/10/favourite-dialogues-quotes_17.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?&lt;br /&gt;For Women - Single plait with jasmine when they wear a T-Shirt and Jeans. Ridiculous I should say :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;Work :(.... Well they are paying me. So I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What inspires you?&lt;br /&gt;Success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Just shut myself from everything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is the meaning of your name?&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-my-name-means.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you love most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I have an immense energy and I try to keep everyone around as happy as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Why did you do this tag?&lt;br /&gt;Well no mood to write a Blog, but then wanted to keep my space busy... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Tag 2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group down the post under different categories.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's in my labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of whom I tag does not complete the tag generally. So no bulb this time around.Anyone is welcome to complete the tag. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-7124019694780929097?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/7124019694780929097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=7124019694780929097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7124019694780929097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7124019694780929097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-1027292102703322215</id><published>2009-11-11T18:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.799+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Wonder</title><content type='html'>After watching Top Chef and Amazing Race and wanting to watch the season finale of CSI: NY, I hit the bed reluctantly at around 11 PM just because of the fact that I need to get the office bus next morning. I did get-up on time and after my usual routine of checking my mails and sending morning mails to my friends and family, I started of swiftly to&amp;nbsp;board the office bus as usual.The worse part here was that I missed to pick my mobile and the worst part&amp;nbsp;was I didn't have even a single rupee in my wallet apart from the 20 which I had to pay for the Auto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the stop I decided to borrow a mobile to make an urgent call from one of more 20 colleagues who would board the bus in my stop, though I didn’t know anyone among them and I haven't spoken to any despite of the fact that we all board there for almost more than 2 yrs. I know it is kind of weird but then, that’s the way people are these days in this industry. The four most common things these people do in the bus is either they sleep or read or sit idle else fall in love with their i-pods. I fall into the first category here :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling slightly that day and I boarded the bus and took&amp;nbsp;the only window seat which was left free to my surprise. I was expecting a guy to take the&amp;nbsp;seat by my side.You know why ???&amp;nbsp;Most girls&amp;nbsp;avoid sitting beside me&amp;nbsp;for some reason... :) &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately&amp;nbsp;a girl sat next to me and I lost&amp;nbsp;the hope of making that urgent call then. Well many would argue saying all that I had to do was to ask her to use her phone and the job is done. But all that I could think about was “What if she denies???”That very thought of getting a no made me skeptical about asking and my mind was racing with its thoughts and it was swinging in dilemma whether to ask or not. And by the time I decided the bus had crossed half the way to Office.Well the decision&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;to make the call after reaching&amp;nbsp;office. :) It is then I realised a fact in my life..... ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No wonder I had no guts to propose the girl I liked so much :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-1027292102703322215?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/1027292102703322215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=1027292102703322215' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1027292102703322215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1027292102703322215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-wonder.html' title='No Wonder'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-2000811584658920759</id><published>2009-11-07T12:19:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:16.829+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Living Legend</title><content type='html'>Living legend is too simple a word to describe this young man... :) Well from the innings he plays you can still call him the "Little Master Blaster".&amp;nbsp;No price for guessing the man.&amp;nbsp;Dravid once said that on offside there is god and then there is Ganguly. To me in the cricket field there is god then there is Sachin. It would be a crime to not have a blog on my hero for the past 16 years after the knock he played against Australia in Hyderabad. Commentators were running out of superlatives to describe his shots and his placement. He never plays to answer his critics but this knock was an answer all those senseless and brainless idiots suggesting that he should retire. I really wonder why should he retire when he scores almost 1000 runs a year studed with an innings of such quality in pressure situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SvUYTnc4fFI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/G34doRvnQaM/s1600-h/348787_33_preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SvUYTnc4fFI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/G34doRvnQaM/s640/348787_33_preview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there is hell a lot to write about this living legend but then I am going to wait till he hangs his boots. That for me would be a black day, in fact millions would feel the same. I hope he wins the world cup before he retires thats the only missing stone in his already splendid crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hail Sachin and Long Live Sachin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2000811584658920759?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2000811584658920759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2000811584658920759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2000811584658920759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2000811584658920759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-legend.html' title='Living Legend'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SvUYTnc4fFI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/G34doRvnQaM/s72-c/348787_33_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-7636936907975599397</id><published>2009-09-17T20:57:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Be in touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It has been almost 5 years since I came out of college.One thing that most people find difficult is to keep in touch with friends from school and college. They somehow loose contact even with orkut and facebook :) When they come across after a long time there is some kind of a barrier developed by time and it reflects in the way they get along.&amp;nbsp;I know life has to move on and you can't have your friends forever.It would be really stupid to think so, unless you start a venture together and remain as business partners ... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have even seen some of the best friends end up in a "Hi-Bye" relationship. This is not only due to the competitive world that we are in today.The major reason is that we expect a lot out of our friends even after we take different paths in life which is impossible. I have lost few good friends this way. The best way to continue the friendship is just to begin where you left. Enjoy every moment you spend with them together after a long time instead of getting in to complaining mode fighting that they didn't make any efforts to be in touch with you. Just cherish the moments that you get in this competitive and mechanical world. I hope that all my friends read this and I hope to cherish all the moments that I get with them in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Love you all. &amp;nbsp;Try to be in touch .... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Disclaimer :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is only for those value each others friendship and have little time to get together in this busy world. It is totally stupid to touch base with someone who does not value your friendship and I would never ever do that for sure...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-7636936907975599397?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/7636936907975599397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=7636936907975599397' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7636936907975599397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7636936907975599397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendship.html' title='Be in touch'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-5567077965678470669</id><published>2009-08-29T18:05:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:17:22.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What a Girl can do :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am not going to debate on who is superior " Boy or Girl". I am never going to argue on that because both are totally different in most aspects&amp;nbsp;and have their own strengths and weakness.The interesting fact is that both complement each other and it would be really a nightmare to be in a world with just guys or girls.At least for me I would prefer being in an environment with a&amp;nbsp;little glamour quotient than in a Mechanical department. :) No offense intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coming back to what a girl can do, many argue that they can do anything what a guy can do but not many can substantiate the statement.But a few days back I realised what a girl can do that guys can never. We travelled in an auto from not knowing that we had no change to pay for the Auto.So when we reached the place we searched in our wallets only to find a couple of 500 denominations. So I requested for change almost in all shops and even to the auto drivers in that location without much luck. :( ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All I had to do was give th 500 to a girl and send her to the same shop where they denied me change and she just returned with 5*100 notes in just couple of mintues. It was bloody frustrating, but then&amp;nbsp;realised&amp;nbsp;it is after all a Girl's world and everyone is as poruki as I am :) I left the place wondering about chanakya's quote which goes like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-5567077965678470669?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/5567077965678470669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=5567077965678470669' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5567077965678470669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5567077965678470669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-girl-can-do.html' title='What a Girl can do :)'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-4196719926671777541</id><published>2009-08-23T11:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dress Code...</title><content type='html'>This is one topic that has been the most debated one and also will be a most debated one for long time... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow people don't come to terms with basic human rights and end up accusing a group of people for their dress code.The group which is most affected is women in this issue. I really pity them for that fact they come under scrutiny most times. I really can't imagine Sania Mirza playing her matches in gowns covering her length and breadth. She would be out of the circuit for good. She gets noticed for her dress than her powerful forehand strokes which she is very good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In yet another incident an actress was accused by few politicians or the so called social activists for wearing skimpy clothes for one of the function presided by the CM.That was a bloody cheap attempt to be in news :) I am sure they would have drooled over her in the function before accusing her in the press... :) &amp;nbsp;I would like to see these people, running the government ban movies for the usage of skimpy clothes. I am sure theatres and mutiplexes will be out of business.The funniest thing here is the accusers should watch the movie produced by CM's son before making such accusation.I wonder why is that only women are targeted for the dress code. In my opinion few heroes should be hanged to death for their colorful costumes. You know who I mean here ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find it strange to see that remarks of these kind on women don't come from the female celebrities ! It is generally men who make the most noise. They are so keen in what their opposite sex wears than they themself :) To me there should be nothing called as dress code expect for the educational institutions and servcies. It is &amp;nbsp;a human right to wear what he or she feels comfortable for her and to the ocassion. As long as they are ok with what they wear it is perfectly fine. We can of course make comments on what they wear and how it suits them but never force or order them to follow a dress code. In one of the talk shows a year an actress claimed that it is their wish and they will wear anything they feel like. I completely second her thoughts as long as she wears something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sametime I wouldn't like to hear women saying&lt;br /&gt;Che indecent fellow , Epadi pakuran paaru...&lt;br /&gt;Chi karumam enga paakuran paru di avan...&lt;br /&gt;Evanuga yellam thirunthavae maatanuga...&lt;br /&gt;Thirunthadha jenmam di avan vidu ...... &lt;br /&gt;so on and so forth. That's totally unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : No offense intended on anyone in particular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-4196719926671777541?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/4196719926671777541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=4196719926671777541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4196719926671777541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4196719926671777541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/08/dress-code.html' title='Dress Code...'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-3381733458475703991</id><published>2009-08-20T22:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:41:56.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Dollars can do :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;A family in Gujarat was puzzled when the coffin of their dead mother (Ba) arrived from&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the US . It was sent by one of the daughters.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;The dead body was very tightly squeezed inside the coffin, with no space left in it when&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;they opened the lid; they found a letter on top addressed to her brothers and sisters:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Dear Chandrakantbhai, Arvindbhai,Smitaben and Varsha ,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; I am sending Ba's body to you,since it was her wish that she&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;should be cremated in the compound of our ancestral home in GUJARAT. Sorry, I could not come along as all of my paid leave is&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;consumed. You will find inside the coffin, under Ba's body, cans&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of cheese, 10 packets of Tobler chocolates and 8 packets of Badam&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(peanuts) please divide these among all of you. On Ba's feet you will find a new pair of Reebok shoes (size 10) for Mohan. There are also 2&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pairs of shoes for Radha's and Lakshmi's sons. Hope the sizes are&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;correct. Ba is wearing 6 American T-Shirts. The large size is for&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mohan. Just distribute the rest among yourselves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; The 2 new Jeans that Ba is wearing are for the&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;boys. The Swiss watch that Reema wanted is on Ba's left wrist.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shanta masi, Ba is wearing the necklace, earrings and ring that you asked&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;for. Please take them off her..The 6 white cotton socks that Ba&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is wearing must be divided among my nephews Please distribute&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;all these fairly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Love - Nitu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;PS : If anything more required&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;let me know soon as Bapuji is also not feeling too well now a&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;days.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;This is one of the forwards that I received today and was really wondering if there are people like Nitu. I pray and hope not. Though things are blown out of proportion here, I happen to know a guy who stayed in USA instead of attending his mother's funeral just to safe his position in this recession there in USA. I should be addresing the guy as an animal here. Well the after effects is that he was sent back just after couple of months. I somehow felt little happy hearing that with a villanious smile in my heart ... :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Does dollars have more value than our loved ones ???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Obviously it is not, 200 %&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3381733458475703991?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3381733458475703991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3381733458475703991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3381733458475703991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3381733458475703991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-dollars-can-do.html' title='What Dollars can do :)'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-3113824693141201979</id><published>2009-08-02T11:00:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Break-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; font: 100% Georgia, serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have already posted on this topic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/02/easy-vs-kastam.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. What made me start another post about this is a fantastic movie called Nadodigal. To say in a sentence, it is a classic piece of work by the director and the cast with minimum flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking on the movie, the major plus to it is the dialogues and it's delivery especially by Sashi. I just loved hearing the native accent of Madurai which is proving to be winner is most movies ignoring the movies used to turn Black to white .. :) Though the movie lost its momentum in the later parts it was worth the watch. The comedy was carried all the way along with the story and the cast handled it really well. The atthai ponnu "Anaya" was great with her expressions, but turned out to be a pretty normal girl going against her wish and crying her whole life about that. The father guiding his son on love was something good to see happening at least in the screen :) In fact each and every character was portrayed in manner that they left an impression though small but strong in our minds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The three main characters including Sashi helps his friend in getting married to a girl against their parents wishes with great difficult sacrificing a lot. This was so cinematic and I can bet not many will do 1% of what the they do even for their closest friend, leave alone a common friend. But then there are still few fools like this even now.... :) The climax was the best ending this movie could have had and I really appreciate the director for not turning the characters into killing spree as done in most movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to break-ups. Is it really a sin to have a break-up.....? I guess not at all.When 2 people get together they have their own expectations out of each other, and when that is not met we have a barrier developing between them. There is no real threat to the relationship as long as the barrier is to an acceptable level but, if that's growing higher and higher then it is better we have break-up instead of continuing it which is a pain for both involved. They can remain friends forever even after the break-up. I don't see any reason why they can't ..... :) Well having said this, if only one is not interested in the relationship anymore and wants a break-up then that's called ditching , a word most associated with girls barring few guys :) Well at least from what I have seen it has been mostly the girls (99.99%). I am not going argue about the reason behind it. Those are obvious.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The major problem is that people get along just on physical attraction and call that to be love. So once they out of the physical desire they end up in a break-up. This is ridiculous. I would prefer people being open on their intentions in a relationship. It is better to be together and see if things work between them and then fall in love rather than jumping in too early and regretting the thought later. In simple you can better call it a pre-marital affair if that is what your intentions are, that way people will not mistake true lovers. That's the whole point brought in the and I very much agree to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3113824693141201979?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3113824693141201979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3113824693141201979' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3113824693141201979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3113824693141201979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/08/break-up.html' title='Break-Up'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-4583549048758693962</id><published>2009-07-19T09:25:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.802+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In-Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;This is one topic which most girls may find it offending, it would be better for them to stop with this very first sentence before hating me ... :) So here we go .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I see many girls these days cut short of smiles which they had a few months back only to remember that they are married now and live with their In-Laws. Well it is really difficult for the girls to leave a place and people with whom they have been comfortable with for the past 20 odd years and move to a new place and get used to all those whom they have hardly met. This holds good for any kind of a marriage.Well this relocation concept as they call in IT industry is difficult for guys too.But it's the girls who are the scape goats in our society set-up and I really pity them and there is very little that we can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So what is that very little we can do about it ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;... ! Thats a Good question :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This doesn't mean that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; have an answer for this. I do have one and it is simple. All that we have to is just understand others and their feelings or emotions what ever they call it. Easier said than done. ... :) I know. Well somehow I get a feeling that most Mother-In-Law and Daughter-In-Laws hates each other.Spending considerable time analysing what the reason behind this,we will narrow down to a simple issue called the possessiveness :) The Mother feels that her son is being taken away from her while the girl finds her In-Law to be great hindrance in her way to get along with her husband.It is just a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;pshycological&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Simple fact is the newly weds needs to spend considerable time to get along and it is very natural that they spend most of their time with the new found companion than anybody else.Everybody takes a back seat in their life including siblings,friends and even parents.All we have to realise is that after marriage the priorities get changed which would have been the case even when they were married but somehow they find it difficult to get in terms when they face the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now coming to guys,all they have to do is reduce or if possible abort their Male &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chauvinism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; and treat their In-Laws as their parents and not like a strangers on whom you can count on for your financial needs.No offence here but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; how many are today.Exceptions are handful in this case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;And now to girls, they are the ones with a major chunk to do here. Treat your In-Laws as your family and don't get bogged down by the thought that you have to adjust to all this crap until I get the guy out of this family and start a nuclear family.Instead try to adapt to the new life and you will feel part of a new family as you felt back in your home.I bet this will never happen overnight but then it will happen for sure provided you are patient enough. How long is a question nobody can answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;It all depends on how much both parties wanting to be together in harmony... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The whole point behind me writing this post is a question from my friend. "What do u think about a Joint Family" ? Well when someone asks you a opinion on something you can be assured that they have something against it. I did give her my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; on that, but what was shocking to know was her idea about the joint family.To me a joint family is one where u have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;athais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;,mamas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;chithappas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;chithis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;paati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;thatha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; so on and so forth.I guess most would agree with me on this,but to her just the presence of In-Laws makes it a joint family. I was alarmed to hear this. May be it is because of the definition in one of our company policy for family where it reads " Family is you , your spouse and your kids " .. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Well may be she is not at fault. The society has now become more self-centred and everybody thinks only for themself than it was before including me.The family set-up is now becoming more and more nuclear and thats ridiculous for me. I wonder who will take care of the parents if everyone wants to live only with their better-half.One thing we have to remember is ,what we are today and what we will be tomorrow is all because of our parent's sacrifice in the past and it is really unfair to be bloody selfish and live only for yourself ignoring the elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;I would suggest, infact advice against having a companion who is not going treat your parents with some concern.This holds good for both guys and girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-4583549048758693962?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/4583549048758693962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=4583549048758693962' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4583549048758693962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4583549048758693962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-laws.html' title='In-Laws'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3428849918269536692</id><published>2009-07-01T06:01:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:16.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Top Slip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is kind of weird feeling when you are with a group of guys whom you hardly meet or speak, but still feel one among themslef and have fun and enjoy with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/Sk1SQmKZr7I/AAAAAAAAFnQ/K_3H5-fLxso/s1600-h/IMG_0228.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354025977088946098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/Sk1SQmKZr7I/AAAAAAAAFnQ/K_3H5-fLxso/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is even more weird when you are with the guys whom you meet daily and speak daily and still don't feel part of them when you are with them .... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3428849918269536692?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3428849918269536692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3428849918269536692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3428849918269536692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3428849918269536692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-slip.html' title='Top Slip'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/Sk1SQmKZr7I/AAAAAAAAFnQ/K_3H5-fLxso/s72-c/IMG_0228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-7186741038700446670</id><published>2009-05-24T13:16:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mind =  ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are turning out to be a sentimental guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Profile.aspx?origin=is&amp;amp;uid=9607259316393238427"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rajesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is some kind of an negative pattern in your recent blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Profile.aspx?uid=5315905607483151278"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sayee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were few comments that I got from my friends for the blogs I have posted recently.Few others also reflected same comments reading my blog.So I just sat back retrospecting the stuff that I had written for the past 6 months and what my friends felt seemed true to me.There was quite a dose of bad energy in those blogs except the last one which I wrote for my 25th Birthday.But it was accidental that the blogs had a pattern which were mere incidents in my life :)Those incidents have changed me for good."That one thing which doesn't kill makes you stronger".But certainly I have not become a sentimental guy as my friend Rajesh has guessed.Even now I am predominantly a brain ruler,at the same time I am not denying the fact that I do decide from heart at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My zoology teacher once asked "Where is our mind ?".Back then we were flabbergasted by this question and we were not able to justify our answers.He was witty enough to counter all the reasoning we gave them then.At last we just lost the hope of convincing him with our answers.But the interesting fact at the end of the discussion was that all 20 odd people in the class had only 2 answers and they were Brain and Heart.Little did we know that Mind is just a mixture of both Heart and Brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have heard people saying that he is a Heart ruler and she is a Brain ruler.So does that mean the Heart ruler makes decisions based only on what is heart says and he doest not put his brain to use and the vice-versa for the Brain rulers.. :) Of course not, the factor to differentiate is the percentage of what they use the most in most circumstances.I bring in another factor circumstances as many would use both heart and brain interchangeably depending on the circumstances.For instance a Manager may sack a person just like that using his brains but when he has something for an employee then he tends to hesitate and that is where the emotions come into picture.So for the same situation a person can use either.So in my personal opinion it is only the mind which is responsible for the decisions we make and not just the heart or the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind is responsible for one's thoughts as well as feelings.Ones knowledge and intellectual ability depends on their Mind which is fed by both heart and brain.In simple there is not a single person the world in who is 100% either Heart ruler or 100% Brain ruler.Every human is basically a Mind ruler where heart and brain have their share to play.So where is this mind now ??? Back to square one the 8th std question and the answer is yet to be found. .... :) Let me know if anyone can come up with the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As to me Mind is something logical which is wandering between heart and brain taking sides then and there :) I am sure I can justify my Zoo teacher if at all I get to meet him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So finally I have broken the jinx with no such patterns as felt by my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One final thing " I am also a mind ruler with brain playing the most part :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-7186741038700446670?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/7186741038700446670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=7186741038700446670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7186741038700446670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7186741038700446670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind.html' title='Mind =  ???'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-5405052690755262069</id><published>2009-05-17T01:08:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mi vida hasta ahora ... !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is 1:11 AM and I sit in front of the lappy crushing my grey cells to which is now 25 years old thinking of Mi vida hasta ahora. Well there is nothing much in it worth a mention.But then everybody has their own story which they cherish. Here I cherish mine :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My best memory of the childhood is LKG which I did in a school whose premises was in a home in my neighbourhood. It has been quite a journey from there to what and where I am today.My life graph have not seen many dips or peaks and it has been consistently average all along.The highest peak would be my 12th std when I stood 3rd in my school and 1st in my department, incidentally that's the only year I ever concentrated on my studies and the worst surge would my attempt to learn Hindi where I scored 18 on 100 in prathmic and my attempts in finding a girl friend :) I was patheticat both. It was fun in school being "Jack of many trades but master of none". I took up acting, dancing, hockey, karate, and even singing and keyboard but never did I excel in any of these. May be the only thing I was good at was talking and I remember my history teacher telling me that I will become an orator one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was a timid and was bullied till my 7th std and it is only after that I came into terms with life.Few changes during 9th std helped me and the next 4 yrs of school was great I should say. Never will I forget a moment in those 4 years. My failed attempts in overhauling the beautiful girl (at that time) in studies,getting caught in many scams ranging from question paper stealing to eve teasing,those night studies where we never studied,tuition classes where we hardly listened and all those movies I watched lying to my parents, fighting with friends for silly things,First love and also second love :) ,getting to know all filthy language very early,sex lessons &amp;amp; matter movies and many more. Everything is still fresh in my mind. Minnalae deserves a special mention here as we watched that 14 times in theatre in a span of 2 months before our 12th public exams.And 8th std also deserves a special mention as I was close to being evicted from school twice and managed to get put of them even before my parents knew about that. I wonder if my dad knew about them even now. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As far as college is concerned it was a total cultural shock to me and it took couple of months for me to get used to it and then it was just another 4 years of fun.It was complete fun filled life both at hostel and in the classes.I learnt enough there if not technically but personally.It was here I was getting matured to a great deal and there a great deal of change in my lifestlye.I met few of my close friends with whom I have had a great time and also a Girl on whom I had a no clue that she will come through rest of my life. I also met of couple of girls one who is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen till date and another whom I admire till date. It was unfortunate I didn't get to know them personally :) I should really thank god coming out of college without any history of arrears and getting a decent job at the end though I never liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been almost 4 years after college and these four years have been the toughest of all 25.The only good thing after college for me was I got a girl friend who is more than what I deserve.She had thought what love is all about and how it feels to be loved.I have learnt hell lot about life than I did for couple of decades.These 4 years have proved many of my perceptions and theories about life I had till college.I am yet to come in terms with that. It has not been an easy change as it was in college. May be it is because I don't want to accept it as I don't like it :) I have seen drastic changes in my thoughts and I am not sure if I am convinced of the life that I lead now or wanted in future.Few choices by me have gone wrong and a great deal of dilema prevails at the moment and the a recent recession had a very little part to play in it.But still it is interesting and I am hoping to get out of it ASAP.After all you have to go through rough patch at somepoint of time in life :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is 2:58 now and I am almost dozing off.But memories of life hits my mind fresh like the waves hit the shore.It was great rewinding my life so far.There has been lot more apart from what is written here and I hope there will be a lot more when I sit down to write again at 50.Hopefully I am alive to do that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The journey continues ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-5405052690755262069?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/5405052690755262069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=5405052690755262069' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5405052690755262069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5405052690755262069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-vida-hasta-ahora.html' title='Mi vida hasta ahora ... !'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3525557884644302398</id><published>2009-04-24T20:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:57:12.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Winners Biography</title><content type='html'>" Pen is mighter than sword " and many from the Media fraternity would agree to this and so will the common man. Infact it is media who decides what we read in our history lessons. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now the question is Is the power of the pen put to good use ????  The answer is obvious. Well we will not take the channels owned by the Political parties who just boast of their so called achievements which they have never done and cheap blaming of the opposition parties.It is the normal media I am talking about and not even the tabloids which are known to publish only the gossips and conspiracies  which may become true later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The incident which triggered this thought was a news in which the media were keen to report the luxury Car a celebrity would get for her fiancee and her marriage arrangements at the cost of another women's life. They were least infact not at all bothered about the one who was loosing her life. Does this mean that the media is not bothered a women's life and will not bring the injustice incurred to a lady out to the world... ??? Of course not they are not that cruel :) All they need is that the ladyloosing her life has to be another celebrity for them to come up with some cheap front page headlines like the below one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Clash of the Titans for life "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The person I am talking about none oter than who won the reality show in London and have shot  to fame juts by getting bullied by others in the reality show :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all History is nothing but a Winners Biography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3525557884644302398?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3525557884644302398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3525557884644302398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3525557884644302398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3525557884644302398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/04/winners-biography.html' title='Winners Biography'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-2206252873054550903</id><published>2009-04-19T08:14:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:09:42.891+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Games</title><content type='html'>Thaayam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven Stones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leg Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lock and Key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jodi Pura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaaviyam Mani Kaaviyam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kala Manna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Police Thirundan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paramapadham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese Checkers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sottangalu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nondi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chilakku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulla Bandhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oolunchu Pudichu ( Hide and Seek )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who wonder what the hell these are, The above is the list of games which used to keep us engaged in the Summer Hols back in childhood days.This is summer again and all I do now is bang my head into computers in the office and do the same in back in home.The only difference in home is that I use a lappy and use it for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure thinking of those days will make u sad but still bring a subtle smile from within. Can't we be a child again ??? This is something that most people think of and wanted to be but it is highly impossible. Is it really impossible ? Of course not.We can always be a child and it is our choice. But as we grow up we dump many things into our mind and heart and don't let our emotions out.Have you ever seen grown ups indulge in physical fights like children do and laugh out loud as though there is no problem in the whole universe with the same person whom they fought with in another 10 mins.I would be surprised or rather taken aback to hear an yes.They never learn the word diplomacy till they grow up. Their actions are straight from the heart and that's what helps them to be happy always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The will to be a child or rather as happy as a child depends on our mind and the priorities we set for our self. As far as the child is concerned their happiness depends on the candy they get,games they play, new dress they wear for a festival and the films they watch of their favourite star. As we grow up we tend to forget all the happiness that we get doing such simple things and strive harder and harder, not satisfied with what we have got. What pushes us so hard is one simple fact is " Peer Pressure". I have heard many saying....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He gets a better salary man"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He owns a luxury car"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She has got a jewel set wit diamonds"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Man he got a new girl friend" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" You know what he has built a new home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so on so forth that they never realise what they have for themselves. They care more about how others lead life and try living in parallel lines. That is where all the problems start. According to me everyone has their own life which they have to relish.I really wonder why people attend sessions from " Art of Living". Isn't that something which should be natural .... ???? Keep life simple and&amp;nbsp;Live your own life,You can be as happy as a child is forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do something because&amp;nbsp;you like doing it and not because someone else is doing it and that gives them happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: For explantion of the games mail me personally @ naga.presin@gmail.com :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2206252873054550903?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2206252873054550903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2206252873054550903' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2206252873054550903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2206252873054550903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-old-games.html' title='Good Old Games'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-9116837823144996206</id><published>2009-04-14T12:13:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:15:47.716+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Unknown Drops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Known is a drop and unknown is a ocean is a well known saying and is 200% true.We can keep learning throughout our life as long as u have interest to learn something.Having said this it is almost a quarter century since my birth and I have my own list which I always wanted to learn but have not so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard - I as such a great interest in music that I was a choir member in school.This black box as somehow attracted me and I love running my fingers through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cricket - As another other normal Indian kid my dream was to be Sachin.Born in Madurai in a conservative family ruined my dream... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basket Ball - To me this is a glamour game and I just wanted to learn it to show off... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Poker - I just love the contradicting silence and arrogance at the same time involved in this game. Well thanks to facebook I am practising it online now without loosing my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dancing - This is my childhood interest and I have even tried my hand in it.But most attempts were group dancing. I always wanted to dance with a pair and I regret ruing my only chance to dance with a junior girl in school due to inferiority complex and shyness ... :) I cant believe I was shy then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sign Language - It is always fun to communicate in a language that most people or foreign to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Horse Riding - You feel like &amp;nbsp;aking when u are in a horse. Have rode once in the beach but I would love to ride on a real horse :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MBA - Above all &amp;nbsp;MBA has been the most important thing I wanted to learn in my life."MBA is a thavam" .It started as an intuition back in childhood days and has become an obsession now. I even have an awful promise that I made to myself till I finish my MBA.The worst part is that I haven't made an serious attempt for that and am still playing the&amp;nbsp;game&amp;nbsp;called LIFE&amp;nbsp;safe... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having finished my unknown drops it looks like a&amp;nbsp;tag and everyone in my blog roll can complete it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-9116837823144996206?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/9116837823144996206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=9116837823144996206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/9116837823144996206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/9116837823144996206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/04/unknown-drops_14.html' title='Unknown Drops'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-984651712369926234</id><published>2009-03-22T11:33:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>"I want to continue your friendship for rest of my life "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope we remain friends forever ".. and so on   these were few lines that I found in my Slam Book. People who wrote this are not in contact with any.T&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt; have their own set of friends from their work place and forget the ones from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its normal dude, why do u want to make a fuzz of it now ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; it is normal and I am not making a fuzz of it. It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; hypocrites that I am bothered about.There was this one guy who cried like a girl in our farewell an created such a scene as if he is going to miss us more than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; but never bothered to keep in touch with any after college.It is so funny to see photos of that guy crying in farewell now... :) As for the others they are in touch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt; or at least make an attempt to be in touch with. I am really happy about it. After all, everyone has their own life to be taken care of and everyone has very little time for friends in this competitive world.Everyone has to accept this bitter fact. At the same time it does not mean that you don't have time for a call or mail or even a scrap. That sounds ridiculous to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What prompted me in writing this blog is many of my friends didn't turn-up to check on me after a surgery which I had recently in my spine. I was really dis-appointed. I am not blaming the ones in Chennai. Travelling 450 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kms&lt;/span&gt; just to check on me is not a great a trip to make ... :) She1 from " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NEWFORT&lt;/span&gt; " who was very stubborn being friend with me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even care calling me. Another called saying that she would drop by but never did, but she did call me back again for some help.Bloody selfish :-/. Even after me reaching chennai only few close friends came home and many were busy with their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; and didn't find an hour to meet me.One of my close friend who used to visit me often &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even help me get some stuff and that was a great shock to me.Nevertheless I had to overcome it and did so with some pain.Now I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DEAFA&lt;/span&gt;, I was like this a year back and was never caught in the emotional battle. But these 5 months of after surgery life has been tough. But it has only made me more stronger in mind than I was before :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That one thing which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;does not&lt;/span&gt; kill you can only make you stronger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know what we have LOST in this Modern, Competitive and Mechanical world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this mean that none cared or loved or helped me in these 5 months ? Well I would be an idiot to say yes. It would be unfair not to write about them.Many have helped me to get over and I should really thank all for their help. Couple of my school friends would visit me daily with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; friend of us and that was a great help as we laughed talking of the good old days....:) Another from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Finland&lt;/span&gt; and few from US and Singapore would call me once in a while and that was soothing. Couple of other friends met me when I was in ICU and couple others met me after reaching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chennai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; my family members has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;supportive&lt;/span&gt; throughout without whom I wouldn't have become normal as I am today. There were days when I was not able to walk also :(.... Many others from my office and college &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;prayed&lt;/span&gt; for my good health and I am really overwhelmed by their love and care. Above all my sweetheart who has been with me all through this and will be with me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; my life.&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope I run and ride bike and be normal as i was before in another one year..... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-984651712369926234?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/984651712369926234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=984651712369926234' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/984651712369926234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/984651712369926234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost_5182.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3003315608051618071</id><published>2009-02-14T00:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.805+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Black Valentine</title><content type='html'>What’s your favourite colour? It takes only a split second for me to come out with the answer "Black". It is as simple as that. I have also heard many saying the same when posted with the question. Well it is not the same with my parents. For them it is inauspicious and they prohibited the use of black. In fact when I was not well once my mom blamed the black dress I wore. I had to wait almost 17 yrs to get my first black trousers after lot of struggle.... :) After I started earning I got most of my dresses in black and I just love wearing it though it doesn't suit my skin texture. For me it is just a wonderful colour which has all the colours within itself... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I wore it was for our college symposium and a guy scolded me for wearing it for the function. The one who scolded me was bloody intelligent and I was taken aback to hear it from him. Even a guy who is that modern considers black to be inauspicious. Still the day turned out to be a one for many to remember. If not for many at least for me. Thanks to the guy who spread a rumour about me and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the valentine part. All my friends in the hostel decided to wear black for the Valentine’s Day in my 3rd year and it has been a practice since then with me to wear black on that day. It just started as fun for us but I had an instinct that there is a reason behind it. I was trying to figure out what that was only then I realised that none of my friends who wore black that day had a girl friend. After quite a lot of thinking which finally was unnecessary I came to a conclusion... :) It was just a way for us to let out the frustration of not having girl friends.... :) Well many wouldn't accept this and still argue saying that it was just for fun. But the fact is they are letting their frustration out. If a guy or girl wears black dress on Valentine’s Day then there be 3 reasons for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She/he has not had any luck in finding love.&lt;br /&gt;2. She/he has had a break-up and they don't believe in love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;3. She/he does not believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(99 % will come under these 3 categories the other 1% are the true innocents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 categories are common and the reasons are acceptable. I really pity the one in the 3rd category. Even I was one among them. They are the jackals coming out of the vineyard saying that the grapes are sour after having tried umpteen times to get them and failed in all the attempts.... :) This is the bitter fact. To me there is actually none in the 3rd category and all has to move to the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I am sure that at some point of time in life anyone and everyone will be out of these 3 categories... :) Just love the way you can. But make sure you tell your love as it would too late if you don't let them know now. I say this because we are too bad in expressing love though we love a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3003315608051618071?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3003315608051618071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3003315608051618071' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3003315608051618071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3003315608051618071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-valentine_13.html' title='Black Valentine'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-6481903790509550238</id><published>2009-02-09T09:52:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:27.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tough Times</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I has been almost 2 months since I posted or read anything in the blog world. [ Expensive Snap is an exception which is also not in a good shape ] It has been like living in hell though I get very good care and awesome food right in my bed from my family ... :) I have gone through the most tough times of my life so far in the past 2 months.Though the surgery caused me lots of pain, it is the mental stress caused by doing nothing which was really tough to cope up with for me . The brain is almost blank and I am not able to think or enjoy anything be it the movies or music or the food that I have enjoyed for the past 24 years.The whole world seems to be blank and me living all alone. Couple of blog attempts turned out to be awful that I restrained myself from publishing them.Many attempts to read books failed and I don't know why ? I remember the first lesson in my 10th English prose where a guy misinterprets Fahrenheit and degree when he has a fever and is afraid of his life like anything.The very thought of me having to handle myself in a softest way possible which is totally opposite to what I am within made my life even worse.I was in a very similar state of mind.Though my mind knew that I will be alright in the future , my heart refused to believe it and I was in a total jeopardy.I started showing it on my loved ones. Thanks to them for standing me in those times.Even when I type this post I am not completely out of the nut shell and I am still trying to get out of it and become my normal self at the possible earliest.Hopefully the coming blogs will be in good shape ... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish none suffers from what I have gone through in the past 2 months and what I will go through the next one year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care guys and girls.... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-6481903790509550238?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/6481903790509550238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=6481903790509550238' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/6481903790509550238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/6481903790509550238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/02/tough-times.html' title='Tough Times'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3838568050780419262</id><published>2009-02-07T14:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:27.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Expensive Snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SZUOMPdbN4I/AAAAAAAAEnU/o152Lx1yof4/s1600-h/Tennesse+249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SZUOMPdbN4I/AAAAAAAAEnU/o152Lx1yof4/s320/Tennesse+249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302159739769796482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SXVdG25DhdI/AAAAAAAAEk8/MZyZ1ns6s20/s1600-h/Tennesse+249.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken on our way back from Tennesse to Richardson.It really needed few attempts and I kept jumping for about 5 to 6 times to have this picture. But little did I know that this photo is going to cost me a lakh rupees and almost a year of my life. I am least bothered about the money it is all about the amount of pain I had to undergo and the amount of trouble I had given my parents,girl friend and sisters for the operation is the one which is bothering me like anything. Due to the strain I had a disc protrusion and a cyst formation in the spine. So here comes the suggestions which I failed to follow &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do some kind of a exercises ( Yoga , aerobics, walking , jogging  , gyming , swimming , cycling ) Yoga is the one I would recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid Non-Veg. I never thought I would say it this early in my life :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't strain your back. ( This one is for all the software engineers sitting for a long time )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid stylish bikes like Apache, unicorn , pulsar.( Alter your seat positions to minimise the strain if u have these already )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys it is never too late . Start ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3838568050780419262?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3838568050780419262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3838568050780419262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3838568050780419262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3838568050780419262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2009/02/expensive-snap.html' title='Expensive Snap'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SZUOMPdbN4I/AAAAAAAAEnU/o152Lx1yof4/s72-c/Tennesse+249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3008337518481197910</id><published>2008-12-13T02:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:27.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Living in Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a week since I had this severe back pain.It looked like minor issue but now has almost become an untolerable one.Now I have also developed severe pain in my right leg that I am not able to walk sleep as I would like to:(.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So whats big deal now ??? Go and meet a physiotherapist instead of writing this non-sense here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know thats the easiest thing to do had I been in India.The unfortunate side here is the part of the world where I am staying.I have been trying to get an appointment with the doctor from morning but in vain.I somehow managed to land in a voicemail box and if in case some one picks up they rejected the insurance that I was holding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what has made me stay in USA for a week with all this pain.I am just thinking about that and all I could conclude was,I was just staying there for money.The other factors for my stay there was negligible.I believed that I had over come this thought "Money is Life" which I had till the first year of my professional life. This incident proved me that I was not out of it completely.But as I write this I made up my mind that " Money is always important in life but not at the cost of ur life and ur loved ones". By the time I completed the blog I had already got the tickets for my return journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to be alright soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3008337518481197910?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3008337518481197910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3008337518481197910' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3008337518481197910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3008337518481197910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/12/living-in-pain.html' title='Living in Pain'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-1746703017678323400</id><published>2008-12-05T18:00:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:27.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who Knows Me Better....!</title><content type='html'>I am the best in knowing myself and this holds good for each and everyone.But, it is always interesting to hear what others think of us or the perception they have in mind about us. I failed terribly in the first attempt as only couple of people made an attempt and only one wrote ... :( So here I am publishing the same again after almost 2 years.Hoping that I will get a quite few responses this time around. Let me see ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference this time around is that, this is not an attempt to keep my blog alive and I have even removed the moderation for the comments. That way people can write whatever they feel or want to write .... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Anonymous comments are also welcome... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original Post ( January 1st 2007 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey just fill what you know about me or in case you know nothing fill what u think or feel about me in the comments column....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different attempt to know about many perceptions people have about me..... :) and a desperate attempt to keep my Blog alive.....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-1746703017678323400?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/1746703017678323400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=1746703017678323400' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1746703017678323400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1746703017678323400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-knows-u-better.html' title='Who Knows Me Better....!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-1577423742964313071</id><published>2008-11-25T05:16:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Empty Slam Book</title><content type='html'>The first time I wanted to use a Slam Book was in my 12th standard. I just wanted a girl on whom I had a crush to fill that for me. I can laugh about the reason now. I had to pull all tricks in my bag to get that book which cost me around 100 bucks and that was huge money then. I would party for almost a week in Madurai with that money... :) When I partying, it is going for a movie and eating out in bhajji kadai or some parotta kadai when we return which would cost us just 30 bucks.This is partying in Madurai. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adho oru Azhagiya Nila Kaalam&lt;/span&gt;. Now coming back to the point, It was the last day of our exams and unfortunately she was in Bio-Maths group and her exams were over a day before. Somehow I got to know that she was coming to the school to meet her friends after our final exam. I had to persuade my friend who had a scooty to take me to the shop to get the book. I came back to school hoping to get the book filled by her. She was there standing with her friends having a last time chat. I voluntarily joined them and somehow asked them to fill the book hoping that she will also fill it up. There came the heavy blow to my heart. I could hear a voice call her. Even before I could realize what was happening there I saw her in a bike with a guy leaving the school. I was totally disappointed and all my efforts went in vain. I never had a chance to get the book filled by her. Never will I get a chance either as she is already married and settled in USA now.I have no clue how these people find guys from USA to marry.Nevertheless she is gone. Though the book had lots of pages filled in, to me it was just a Empty Slam Book..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only happy thing then was, the guy whom she in bike was her father.... :)  he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four Years later .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slam book is most popular during the last year of college. We generally use a diary as a Slam Book and this time I used a huge diary that I got from dad for that purpose. Many pass it around to anyone and everyone in college and force them to fill it up and years after college when they get to read them, most pages make little sense or no sense at all in some cases. Well this is a bitter truth that many don’t realize. Even I have filled few books though I never felt like writing them. Not that I don't respect them, somehow I never felt I was worth enough to write in a book that they treasure for life time. I always wanted a very few people with whom I have shared enough emotions to write in my book and I did succeed in that with few exceptions, which I was not able to avoid. The book now is a great treasure in my life with lots of emotions in it. A sad fact now is that few people don't have the same emotions they had while writing those pages. They are not to be blamed; after all they are busy with their lives. But still when I read them it brings a faint smile in my face. There are few which are very long and few short ones but I just love reading each and everyone again and again. There was also this incident in my life with the slam book which I will treasure for my life.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Life was just beautiful..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed a lot and so have I along with it, after all that’s the only thing constant in life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-1577423742964313071?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/1577423742964313071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=1577423742964313071' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1577423742964313071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1577423742964313071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/11/empty-slam-book.html' title='Empty Slam Book'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3462850285609464344</id><published>2008-11-22T06:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:16.831+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Girls are always Girls.....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The video needs no explanation .... :)  &lt;a 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href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3462850285609464344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3462850285609464344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3462850285609464344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3462850285609464344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/11/women-rules.html' title='Girls are always Girls.....!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-1778066547907456259</id><published>2008-11-13T06:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:16.831+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Off Side</title><content type='html'>Well I had to have a post on "Prince of Kolkata" as that was the least that I could do for this great legend. I never felt sad about Kumble's retirement.But when Ganguly started walking for the last time to take guard in the international arena , an instinct made me realize that I am going to miss something that I had been enjoying for the past 10 yrs in my life. Who could forget the act of him  taking off his shirt at the Home of Cricket and defending the same when questioned by the English media. He was most aggressive captain India has ever had who taught what it takes to win tests abroad. Statistics has its own part to play boasting of his success, but it is  his personality that made him unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of his great achievements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led India to World Cup Finals in 2003&lt;br /&gt;Demoralised Srilankan bowlers including Vaas and Muralidharan at Taunton&lt;br /&gt;Led India to Natwest Trophy at Lords&lt;br /&gt;Led India to a Test match victory after a long time in West Indies&lt;br /&gt;Broke Australians continous streak of victory in tests at Kolkata and many more not to forget that he started as captain after the match fixing scandal. To come out with flying colours after such an instance is a great achievement as everyone would agree. We will miss you towering sixes for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hail Dada .... ! India will always miss you ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SRuEF_nP7MI/AAAAAAAAC18/PYeKM3PlOnE/s1600-h/2007121457482301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SRuEF_nP7MI/AAAAAAAAC18/PYeKM3PlOnE/s320/2007121457482301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267949427650194626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had he scored in the leg side,he would have broken all the batting records.... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-1778066547907456259?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/1778066547907456259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=1778066547907456259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1778066547907456259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1778066547907456259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/11/off-side.html' title='Off Side'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SRuEF_nP7MI/AAAAAAAAC18/PYeKM3PlOnE/s72-c/2007121457482301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3337247414989164319</id><published>2008-11-08T10:30:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:15:47.717+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>10 Best Songs</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Nirmal again...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I have to do here is list my choice of Ten best Songs.....Well I have corrected the tag slightly removing Duet for my ease.... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;En Uyirae En Thegam from Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vaseegara from Minnalae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anbae Anbae Kolathae  from Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Irava Pagala from Poovellam kaetupaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ennai Kaanavillayae from Kaadhal Desam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enna Vilai Azhagae from Kaadhalar Dhinam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snehithanae from Alaipayuthey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaadhal Kaditham from Jodi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uyirin Uyirae form Kaakha Kaakha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaadhal Rojavae from Roja&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pass on this tag to Mithra,Archana S, Archana R, Rajesh, Ravishankar and Rajagopalan.I am not sure if they will finish this... :) &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/19860243-3337247414989164319?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3337247414989164319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3337247414989164319' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3337247414989164319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3337247414989164319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-best-duet-songs.html' title='10 Best Songs'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3056545280375508464</id><published>2008-11-03T01:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:16.832+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just Voice</title><content type='html'>1st Knot - Themselves&lt;br /&gt;2nd Knot - Relatives&lt;br /&gt;3rd Knot - Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning for the 3 knots that we tie around the girl on our wedding,according to some commercial for a Jewellery  shop  which I came across while watching Saroja in Sathyam Cinemas. What made me remember the ad was not the colourful saree the model wore,not the jewels that she had,not the music which was impressive and not even the Model herself who was gorgeous, but just the voice.People trying to make any guesses can stop now.It was none other than the voice which you have heard number of times saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" En Iniya Tamil Makkalae&lt;br /&gt;Ungal paasathirkuriya ???????? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has such majestic voice that he was able to score more than anything and anybody else in the commercial just with his few words. Really Impressive... !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3056545280375508464?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3056545280375508464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3056545280375508464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3056545280375508464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3056545280375508464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-voice.html' title='Just Voice'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-3212087509239877197</id><published>2008-10-28T07:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nuptial Knot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I tried to find the exact word for the 3 knots that we tie around a girl's neck on the day of wedding. As a common practice these days, I took the help of Google for that. There was not an exact word. The closest one was "Nuptial Knot”. This had its origin from the middle Ages and was lost in between and now has revived itself. The logic is they tie some kind of a knot not necessarily around girl's neck. Hmm... only now I remember the Nuptial pads in the male frog used to hold female frog during copulation period. Every word has a very deep meaning. You know what I mean... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is not what I intended to write. I was more interested in writing about the right age for a  guy or a girl to get into the wedlock. Both are ready in physical aspects at the age of say 17 or even much earlier these days due to different diets. It was at this age,people got married couple of centuries back. But in the competitive world that we are in,it is not a wise idea to marry at 18. You would be a joker to all if you do that ... :) The factors influencing apart from the physical ones are Emotional, Mental and Financial aspects. Emotional and the Mental aspects are different things and pertain to the maturity level of an individual. Few possess them at the age of 20 and few others at 24 and few not until 30.These aspects have to be met by anyone for them to marry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have narrowed down to one which is the most important one and is being debated about for quiet sometime by everyone and each have their own perception. The interesting part is that the perception changes from time to time for the same person.... :) I remember my friend saying that he will get married once he is well settled for which he will take 9 yrs making him 31 and will then look for a girl who is 23. It was too hilarious for us to hear to him though I was also thinking in similar lines then. To me settling down was to own a 3 bed-room flats, a luxury car, few basic amenities for the house and a moderate bank balance to meet any emergency. Well my thoughts have changed considerably now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming into professional life I was able to meet few people who were in early thirties and still not married. I say people as it includes women also. May be they are pursuing their career to such an extent that they find no time for romance or maybe they have had few love failures.Whatever be the reason, I am sure they are missing a hell lot in life. I have seen all these people laughing and enjoying life like anything. But it is only in their faces and not from their heart. I really pity these people and I hope I don’t turn into to one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be it a love or an arranged one, I guess people should get married at least by 27 or in a worst case scenario by 29 no matter what financial status they are in. You can always achieve what you want in life with your partner.They could give a shoulder when you feel low. Family is not a hurdle in anyways. In fact I have even seen girls rejecting offers they get saying that guy is very well settled and “I don’t want to be the last piece of his life's Jig-Saw puzzle". They were interested in facing the life together with their better halves. I was astonished to see people like this, when most of them prefer a guy with a green card ready to sponsor her MS in USA. It is really shame on them. Well I am not being jealous just becuase I cant get one to sponsor me......:)  I would have appreciated these people if they had the guts to do their MS after college on their own. Well I am not offending anyone here, it is just what I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Having said all these, find a perfect better half before you get into the thought of marriage. Well that’s an irony.... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3212087509239877197?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3212087509239877197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3212087509239877197' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3212087509239877197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3212087509239877197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/10/nuptial-knot_1275.html' title='Nuptial Knot'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-683680310550382317</id><published>2008-10-04T10:57:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:20.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Saroja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div   style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; width: auto; text-align: left;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hail Venkat Prabhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I made it a point that I should not write any Movie reviews in my Blog after writing a few. But after watching this movie I didn't find anything wrong in breaking the Jinx.It is such a wonderful movie that Venkat Prabhu has made creating or should I say inventing a new genre "Comedy Thriller". Venkat has narrated a serious thriller movie in a hilarious and he is bloody lucky to get away with that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talking about the movie, It has no story and resembles most of the Hollywood flicks where few teenage people gets stuck in a remote place on journey and the outcome of that incident is the climax.This movie is no different. But what has made the movie a great success.There are lot of reason for that, Yuvan youthful music Premji's mannerisms and comedy and Shiva's timing dialogues which makes us laugh still our stomach hurts and very good performance from veterans Prakash Raj and Jeyaram. But there is one thing which stands out and that's the screenplay by Venkat and that overrides everything else.He is one with no prior experience as a Assitant director but has still managed to give 2 Master Pieces. It is purely because of his hunger for sucess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SOb-SVO972I/AAAAAAAACSI/7V6EubE6iOA/s1600-h/Nikita+1JPGJPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253165606265286498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SOb-SVO972I/AAAAAAAACSI/7V6EubE6iOA/s320/Nikita+1JPGJPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Nikita was hot,sexy,gorgeous.Her moves were too good,so was her curves.I am really impressed with this guy Venkat Prabhu. I am sure he will scale great heights and we are lucky to have him in the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girls stop reading reading now. Guys did you notice that Kalyani leaves Sampath but not his friend.... :) Subtle way of telling Friendship lasts longer than Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-683680310550382317?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/683680310550382317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=683680310550382317' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/683680310550382317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/683680310550382317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/10/saroja.html' title='Saroja'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SOb-SVO972I/AAAAAAAACSI/7V6EubE6iOA/s72-c/Nikita+1JPGJPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-666393529095201856</id><published>2008-09-19T01:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:27.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why no Blogs... ????</title><content type='html'>Trip to Kandipatti&lt;br /&gt;Saroja Review&lt;br /&gt;Universal Constant&lt;br /&gt;Destiny Part - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people wondering what these crap are, the answer is simple.These are few blogs which took shape in my mind and even before I could pen them down just vanished from my mind. I find it difficult to even think about them now. This made me remember the proverb A stitch in time saves nine.I know sounds too old but carries lot of meaning. In other words "Never postpone what you can do today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having this weakness with me right from my childhood. Well it is not laziness I am talking about. It is Complacency. I have been complacent throughout life and that has taunted me in many ways. Well almost in all ways. I was pretty happy scoring somewhere in 80s till my 11th grade and 75 in college. This has continued even in my professional life too.... :( I have been doing only the work given to me all the while and that has earned me nothing so far. May be if I become one AARVA KOLARU I might scale great heights... :) I have to first put this into practice from tomorrow. As you all know "A stitch in time saves Nine".... :) But will complacency hit again is a question to be answered. I was serious in life only for a year in these 23 years and I am riding my life with what I did that year so far. No points for the answer. I should bring back the same passion I had that year back again...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens I am sure I am going to pen down all the blogs at the least that I had mentioned earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-666393529095201856?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/666393529095201856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=666393529095201856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/666393529095201856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/666393529095201856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-no-blogs.html' title='Why no Blogs... ????'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3614178483072870387</id><published>2008-08-10T21:01:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Those 5 things .... ????</title><content type='html'>What does a human need to live?&lt;br /&gt;1.Food to eat&lt;br /&gt;2.Place to stay&lt;br /&gt;3.Dress to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is one question everybody would have answered at some point of time in life to score 2 marks..... :) Now that we have grown up.The question differs a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What does a human need to live Happily....????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The answer to this question is not that straight as it was to the previous one.It has been 24 years,2 months,24 days since I came into this world.I have had my share of failures and success in my life,both personal and academic.And very recently professional life has also come into picture and I have had both good times and bad times still learning to adapt myself to this complex life.Though insufficient,I assume that I have enough experience to answer this question.Here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Peace&lt;br /&gt;2. Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Health&lt;br /&gt;4. Respect&lt;br /&gt;5. Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have answered the question right though it's just my perception of life.The irony here is that I would have had money in first place had I answered the same couple of years ago...... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys don't expect me to give a answer as to what changed my order in the past 2 years..... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3614178483072870387?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3614178483072870387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3614178483072870387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3614178483072870387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3614178483072870387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/08/those-5-things.html' title='Those 5 things .... ????'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-6607500977652024254</id><published>2008-07-16T19:02:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:11.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Destiny - Part 1</title><content type='html'>I don't believe in destiny or fate.But after what has happened in my life,I am made to think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually careless in handling my things.When I say things it includes all precious things which I manage to misplace somehow.The careless act of mine has made me suffer when I lost my debit card in October 2007 and my Passport the very next month. I got a duplicate passport within 20 days thanks to my friend Prudhvi and his friend Ranjit in helping me out.Later I learnt that it takes 1 to 2 months for a normal person to get a FIR copy only. I never knew our Police was that somberi. Aiyo Aiyo.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming back to the topic,It was a lovely weekend in spring in Richardson and we spent that weekend at home cleaning and cooking.Little did I realise that I had lost my wallet.Only on Monday I found that my purse went missing.I was pretty convinced that my friends had taken and were trying to bully me for my carelessness but unfortunately that was not the fact.....:( .I consoled myself hoping that I will find it in my place at office.All I could do at that moment was pray which I do when I am in a state of bother.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little over 200 Dollars&lt;br /&gt;Debit Cards&lt;br /&gt;International Debit Card&lt;br /&gt;Credit Cards&lt;br /&gt;Driving License&lt;br /&gt;My precious Indian Currency ( 1500 bucks )&lt;br /&gt;My Dad's photo&lt;br /&gt;????????&lt;br /&gt;These were the things that went missing along with the purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not worried about anything other than the international debit card and my precious Indian Currency,as it took years for me to collect them.Hoping to find it in my place I reached office only to find a small note in my desktop stating that my billfold has been found and is safe with some stranger signed by my Admin.Also I had a number to contact in the note and a mail from a stranger asking me to call the same number.I was happy that my wallet was found.I called the number and a gentleman replied asking for a place to to handover the wallet.I was waiting eagerly to get my wallet in the reception.There came an Old Gentleman holding my wallet.He cross-checked the ownership using my driving license and handed it over to me saying "Welcome to America" in a caring tone and also made me count the bills.He then made a request asking me to keep a phone number the next time I misplace it.... :) Well only then I realised the pains he had taken to trace me without much of a information in the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;He had found them in washing room.Since I had not registered then in the apartment office he to had ask the near by people showing them the photo in the license.He had spent around 2 hours searching for me and finally found that I was working for Fujitsu through an Indian,thank god I was huge enough for the Indian to notice me in the vast apartment...:) Then he had contacted his son-in-law working in the same firm to inform me and made sure that the wallet reached me safely by handing them over in person.I haven't seen a single soul in my life taking such pains for a stranger that too from a different country.I wouldn't have done it for sure.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was a true Gentleman.&lt;/span&gt; Good people do exists in this world..... :)&lt;br /&gt;                  Now is it destiny or fate that I got my wallet back which I never knew that I had lost..... ??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part -2 Coming soon.... :)&lt;br /&gt;????????? will be answered in part - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-6607500977652024254?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/6607500977652024254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=6607500977652024254' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/6607500977652024254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/6607500977652024254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/05/destiny-part-1.html' title='Destiny - Part 1'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-4494099559484840883</id><published>2008-06-07T12:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:11.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just 5 Words</title><content type='html'>Learning&lt;br /&gt;Dependency&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;Diplomacy&lt;br /&gt;Fun.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my entire on site trip of 81 days can just be described by the above words.It was good with lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;learnings&lt;/span&gt; both professionally and personally and also earnings.....:) It was the first time I had to get along with people of different ages rather generation personally, and that was the toughest part for me.Though I was in hostel to get along with different generation was taking its toll. Well I managed somehow. Apart from that commutation was one hell of a problem in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Onsite&lt;/span&gt; and u had to be dependent on someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; for that.I hated that like anything but had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these the stay was fun.Working out of the client site was different.I am obviously not going to bore telling about the office here.We had fun going to clubs. Don't ask what kind of clubs... :) Went for a trip to Niagara which was mind blowing and I am short of words to express the beauty of the falls.New York was much hyped to me.I didn't like the place apart from Brooklyn Bridge and Night life which we didnt get to experience.The one good thing about the city is the subway facilities.Another good thing about USA is that u find all kinds of restaurants. I myself have become a very good cook. really :) Even with so many options I was just longing for Mom's food..... :) I don't know why .... ??? I never had this feeling so far in my life though I was living away from home for the past 7 years. Overall the trip was enriching with lots of experience both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Enna&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Irunthalum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Madaras&lt;/span&gt; ( Chennai ) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Maathiri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;varuma&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-4494099559484840883?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/4494099559484840883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=4494099559484840883' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4494099559484840883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4494099559484840883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-4-words.html' title='Just 5 Words'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-2888429135379722485</id><published>2008-04-27T11:24:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:11.689+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Terminal...!</title><content type='html'>This has been a place everyone dreams of going. I had been here couple of times to send off my friends one to Australia and other to England.I was longing to go abroad for a long time. Finally got a call from TM saying you need to travel in 2 days. It was a surprise though I had anticipated.These people are very good in crisis management than situation management... :) I started my imagination over the entire trip from starting from first time flight to place i wanted to visit there in USA and so on.I remember reading an essay back in 9th Standard titled "My First Experience in Flight " . That was a narrative essay where a small girl narrates her experience right from packing to getting down the flight. It has been almost 10 years since I read that... :) Now I am penning down my own version of the same.&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                Well I was not that lucky to get a girl like Zeta Jones as Tom Hanks did, even had I got I am not that talented to go speak to her... :) Back to the blog, the terminal in chennai was itself a mini India. You can just get the feel of diversity prevailing in India.There were different kind of people.Few with their beautiful suits flying on a business trip, few going on a religious trip,few others dreaming about their holiday plans in some far of country, few returning to their home country ,couple of them for a honey moon trip and many others like me traveling at company's cost trying enjoy US life. Not to forget the Air Hostess.Vijay Mallaya is great.People know why I make this statement here.....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all these people there was this bunch of guys dressed in rugged clothes with a small bag in hand.They had an odd look for an International terminal. Their face depicted both happiness and fear. It was tough for me to comprehend their body language. They were having a sound sleep after the security check when all others were waiting for their flight to come. Then came the call, " All passengers for Quatar please board Flight XXX at Gate X. All these guys started moving towards the gate with anxiety in their face. Then I realized what that face of happiness and fear meant.They were leaving all their happiness here and were going abroad just for their loved ones to be happy here not sure of what waits for them.All they are concerned at the moment was happiness for their loved ones.It is a wonderful sacrifice to make and I salute them.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;                          It was great to see these people, than many who had the necessary things for life but  still go abroad just to earn money. Well the pathetic fact was I am one among the later.... :) Well I do accept that "Money is the most important factor in life" but that should never be at the cost of a relationship.Never it should be at the cost of a relationship.These days I recall a my friends mom saying, " Onna irundhu Kangi kudichalum santhosham irukkum". I am able to understand that but I am still not able to accept it..... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2888429135379722485?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2888429135379722485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2888429135379722485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2888429135379722485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2888429135379722485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/03/terminal.html' title='Terminal...!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-2354356677305731665</id><published>2008-04-27T08:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:16.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guys are Always Guys....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SBPtpZ7Z5WI/AAAAAAAAA4A/1mJDbgrzyqo/s1600-h/Little+Girl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SBPtpZ7Z5WI/AAAAAAAAA4A/1mJDbgrzyqo/s320/Little+Girl.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193756090878780770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Girls we are like this.....It is all in Birth. Blame god and not us when u find us doing naughty things the next time.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2354356677305731665?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2354356677305731665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2354356677305731665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2354356677305731665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2354356677305731665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/04/guys-are-always-guys.html' title='Guys are Always Guys....!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/SBPtpZ7Z5WI/AAAAAAAAA4A/1mJDbgrzyqo/s72-c/Little+Girl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-2492767231081928731</id><published>2008-04-13T06:30:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:12:54.335+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>U Me aur Hum</title><content type='html'>It is just a brilliant movie except for the songs and casting. The story was a sensible one.I have not  watched an emotional drama with such intensity in my life. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think there is one to come in future also. Had it been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SRK&lt;/span&gt; in place of Ajay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Devgan&lt;/span&gt; it would have been a perfect film altogether. I say this not because I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SRK&lt;/span&gt; but because of the fact that he would have done a great justice to the role.It was pathetic to see Ajay do those romantic sequences. He is better doing action movies rather than the romantic ones. It is really unfortunate that Ajay did this movie. But still I appreciate his attempt in making such a beautiful piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder if one can love someone more than themselves....??? I don't have an answer yet and I am confused about this. Only Mothers can do that. They are the only soul to love their child more than themselves. When it comes to love between individuals i don't think this will happen.But if this is to happen then "someone" is the most luckiest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with a reasonable Maturity will find the movie making sense... :) My suggestion would be to watch it once with your better half holding their hands. At least I would prefer it  that way. I would just love that... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is up to you to decide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; to watch this one or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2492767231081928731?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2492767231081928731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2492767231081928731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2492767231081928731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2492767231081928731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/04/u-me-aur-hum.html' title='U Me aur Hum'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-2503703359203747182</id><published>2008-04-12T06:35:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:15:47.717+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged Again... :)</title><content type='html'>Tagged By.... ??? who else Nirmal Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Last movie you saw in a theater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank Job in AMC here in Richardson. Damn good movie in all aspects... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What book are you reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing off late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Favorite board game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business. We owned cities and hotels when we were  in 10th Std.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Favorite magazine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Favorite smells?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aroma of the sand when it rains and petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Favorite sounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds Chirping and water Gushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Worst feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being Cheated&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different things each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Favorite fast food place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPCO in Madurai. The shop was closed long back. But thats were i had my first Fried Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Future child's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should start with Sakthi...( I have to consult with my Better half also )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Finish this statement. "If I had lot of money I'd....?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life like anything.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Do you drive fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times. When there is a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Storms - cool or scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What was your first car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jil Jil Jigardhanda from Madurai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Finish this statement, "If I had the time I would...."?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend that with my Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Name all the different cities/towns you've lived in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Madurai,Chennai,Bangalore,Richardson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Favorite sports to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1, Football ( Club ), Womens Tennis .... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirmal is dedicated in anything he does. As far as i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What's under your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpet. I use a comforter to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Would you like to be born as yourself again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Morning person, or night owl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning person. I wake up at 6 or 7 no matter at what time I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Over easy, or sunny side up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking I didn't understand the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Favorite place to relax?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofa at my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Favorite pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Of all the people you tagged this to, who's most likely to respond first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not tagging anyone. Actually i don't know anyone in the blog world and the ones i know have been already tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-2503703359203747182?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/2503703359203747182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=2503703359203747182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2503703359203747182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/2503703359203747182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again... :)'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-8872598996796875978</id><published>2008-02-11T21:42:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.808+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Women's Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is an interesting topic to look at "Womens' Freedom". I have never heard anyone talk about "Mens' Freedom". It sounded little strange right from my childhood why various leaders and social reformers fight for women and not men.Well I did hate women then. But as I myself grew up as a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Male Chauvinist&lt;/span&gt; in the society I started realizing the necessity to fight for such noble cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for me to get rid of the Male Chauvinism in me and I am still trying to eradicate the same completely.It takes time for a guy to realize the importance of women in ones life having been brought up in a male dominant society.I am not sure if i will overcome my basic character in my lifetime... :( Many say that the women now have their freedom looking at Indira Noooyi , Jayalalitha and few other achievers not to forget Kiran Bedi. Well I am proud of what they have achieved, leave alone the adverse effects they have brought to the society and cheers to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me stop and think for a while, hmmm....Is that the fact ...?????  Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people boast about women's freedom in media. But the fact is that, they are way behind from enjoying the real freedom.Many are not given the right to choose their careers.Well leave alone the career they are not even given a chance to voice their opinions in choosing their better half. This is ridiculous to me but thats the fact and people live with it. For poeple raising their eye-brows to say no , you have to go down south to check the groung truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even many of my loved ones never had a choice but to marry the ones chosen by their dad, neither did they have the courage to speak against as they were brought up in such a manner. Same is the case even now. I have seen few families accepting love marriage for guys and not for girl.I have no clue as to what logic they use for this kind of a decision making.Few even have gone to the level of beating them like hell when they confessed about their love for someone. The pathetic thing is even the mothers are like this.People saying "NO CHANCE" please try to interact with people from southern part of Tamilnadu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not forget the one who are kind enough to listen to their girls opinion and give her full freedom. But the former outnumbers the later :(...... So please try to treat your girl child as you treat your guys.I am just asking to try. I am not a social reformer, just yet another guy trying to build a conducive environment for the future generation...:) It is just a suggestion. It is up to you people to realize whats right and put that into practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-8872598996796875978?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/8872598996796875978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=8872598996796875978' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/8872598996796875978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/8872598996796875978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/02/womens-freedom.html' title='Women&apos;s Freedom'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-3636372655514438449</id><published>2008-02-05T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.808+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Easy Vs Kastam</title><content type='html'>Easy - Break a relationship and get along with life. ( This is the Easiest thing to do )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kastam - Sustain the differences in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this has been most wanted saying these days....All I have seen in my life is only break ups for various reasons....:) People involved in them may not have a broad smile as I do now. The reason why I smile is at the end of the blog.I have seen the pains people go through to overcome a break up.They might smile and laugh and have fun , but I bet they are hiding something beneath their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one feel like when they are ditched......Well thats not a million dollar question.The Answer is pretty simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Irritated&lt;br /&gt;Anger&lt;br /&gt;Depressed&lt;br /&gt;Cheated&lt;br /&gt;Let down&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed&lt;br /&gt;Perplexed&lt;br /&gt;Baffled  and even Petrified in few cases.....&lt;br /&gt;Well the funny thing here is that they still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love them with each and every broken piece of their heart.&lt;/span&gt;Unbelievable but thats the bitter fact....Now you know why I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks don't search for a conclusion here, search them in your Heart or Mind which ever you use to take a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I haven't had a love failure in my life so far So this blog is in no way connected to my life...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-3636372655514438449?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/3636372655514438449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=3636372655514438449' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3636372655514438449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/3636372655514438449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/02/easy-vs-kastam.html' title='Easy Vs Kastam'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-4562841250096375288</id><published>2008-01-25T06:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:16.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Vs Beauty</title><content type='html'>It is not a Beauty contest nor is a Fashion parade but still 2 beauties go against each other....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/R5kzKBw4MEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZYxHchfF15k/s1600-h/sharapova-maria-photo-maria-sharapova-6233843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/R5kzKBw4MEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZYxHchfF15k/s320/sharapova-maria-photo-maria-sharapova-6233843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159211095494766658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/R5kx_Bw4MDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gQ-OsmAqzRw/s1600-h/ana-ivanovic-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/R5kx_Bw4MDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gQ-OsmAqzRw/s320/ana-ivanovic-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159209807004577842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Vs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't ask for a better showdown in Australian Open finals.Just look how big this gets... I meant the contest, not anything else....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Hotter...? I guess Ana Ivanovic, though I like Maria too...:) Enjoy the Match.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is Mariaaaaaaaaaaa Sharapovaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa............... ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who won....It was a nice match to watch...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-4562841250096375288?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/4562841250096375288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=4562841250096375288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4562841250096375288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4562841250096375288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/01/beauty-vs-beauty.html' title='Beauty Vs Beauty'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/R5kzKBw4MEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZYxHchfF15k/s72-c/sharapova-maria-photo-maria-sharapova-6233843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-1319273842337402515</id><published>2008-01-04T18:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:15:47.718+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Yet Another Tag..!</title><content type='html'>Smoked a cigarette?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed a friend's car?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen a car?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped?&lt;br /&gt;Never gave a Chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Was caught once...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight?&lt;br /&gt;Many times when I was in School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a blind date?&lt;br /&gt;No never had a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school?&lt;br /&gt;No. But has skipped college many a times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposely set a part of yourself on fire?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been jet-skiing?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met someone in person from the Internet?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken pain killers?&lt;br /&gt;I hate tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flown a kite?&lt;br /&gt;Once or Twice in my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built a sand castle?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone puddle jumping?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated while playing a game?&lt;br /&gt;Yes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely?&lt;br /&gt;I stay alone in a Flat. So I am alone most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work or school/college?&lt;br /&gt;Ya in college but not at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used a fake ID?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt an earthquake?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept beneath the stars?&lt;br /&gt;Yes when I go on a pilgrimage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been robbed?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been misunderstood?&lt;br /&gt;Happens Frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won a contest?&lt;br /&gt;Many when I was in school and couple in college [In college I won by cheating....:)].&lt;br /&gt;Few in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run a red light/stop sign?&lt;br /&gt;Many a times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;No was close to in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night?&lt;br /&gt;Ice creams does not interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked the streets drunk?&lt;br /&gt;I have never drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had déjà vu?&lt;br /&gt;Have no clue what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced in the moonlight?&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed a crime?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squished barefoot through the mud?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lost?&lt;br /&gt;Yes when I was around 8 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on the opposite side of the country?&lt;br /&gt;Well Goa is the distant place I have ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swum in the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;I don't swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played cops and robbers?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently colored with crayons?&lt;br /&gt;Last time was when I was in 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;No. But I was a Choir member in the School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid for a meal with only coins?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made prank phone calls?&lt;br /&gt;Many a Times.I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snow flake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written a letter to Santa Claus?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blown bubbles?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonfire on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;No but done once which was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated during a test?&lt;br /&gt;I have done it throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny-dipping in a pool?&lt;br /&gt;No .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-1319273842337402515?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/1319273842337402515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=1319273842337402515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1319273842337402515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1319273842337402515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2008/01/smoked-cigarette-yes.html' title='Yet Another Tag..!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-5788630862380865951</id><published>2007-12-01T21:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:15:47.718+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Whats in My Purse,,,!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is nice to have someone like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nirmal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who helps keeping my Blog alive by tagging me. He is the only one who tags me in the blog world. So whats there in my wallet...??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,...Nothing interesting,,.....Anyways I will list them down here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) New Currency Notes which I never spend.&lt;br /&gt; (1000 ,100,50,20,10,5,2,1)  Almost Every           denomination in Indian Currency except 500. So           people can be happy if they get to flick my Wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Couple of Credit Cards of which I use only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Three Debit Cards of which only one has enough money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) Photo of My Dad,mine and ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) Some currency to spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) Sodexho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; coupons and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sodexho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; re-charge card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have managed to keep all these arranged...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For people asking why the hell do u have that many cards with out any use.....???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bandha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.....he he he ....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-5788630862380865951?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/5788630862380865951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=5788630862380865951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5788630862380865951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5788630862380865951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-in-my-purse.html' title='Whats in My Purse,,,!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-1657001768126556170</id><published>2007-11-28T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:15:47.718+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Facts about me - 3rd Tag</title><content type='html'>Finally I have come back to Blog.Well &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=9202733644439735537"&gt;Nirmal&lt;/a&gt; tagged me months ago and it is only now that I have found time update my Blog. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 1: (Unbelievable)&lt;br /&gt;I am a soft guy contrary to my looks and many can appreciate the phrase "Appearances are Deceptive" when they get along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 2: (Common)&lt;br /&gt;I am an obsessive eater and many of my friends and even my peers in the office knew this. And I drool over anything which Vegetarians avoid. You know what I mean.....:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 3: (Good)&lt;br /&gt;I am a very good listener. So when you are sad I am always there so that u can lean on shoulders. On contrary I never share any of my worries with anyone. Not even with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 4:( Really ...!)&lt;br /&gt;I just love hearing to Romantic Melodies and I love hearing to only Romantic Melodies. Peppy songs are never my choice when it comes to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact 5: (Worst)&lt;br /&gt;This fact is a bad one which I am trying to change. I never forget anyone who has done harm to me even after years and I always wait for a chance to vent my anger on them. And the worst thing is I do that the Chanakyan way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-1657001768126556170?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/1657001768126556170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=1657001768126556170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1657001768126556170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1657001768126556170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2007/11/facts-about-me-3rd-tag.html' title='Facts about me - 3rd Tag'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-6107383144963663234</id><published>2007-06-20T13:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:12:54.335+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Shivaji</title><content type='html'>As anyone could guess this blog is about Shivaji – The Boss. I am not a fan of Rajnikanth. But, still the charisma that this man has, forced me to write down a blog for him. It has really been a hard wait for the people to see Rajini in the silver screen with his usaul way of acting after Padayappa. Though Chandramukhi turned out to be a massive hit, it lacked the usual elements that a superstar movie generally has and I didn't like that movie. So it has been a long wait for me too to see him in the silver screen doing his heroic stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made it a practice to watch all Rajini movies on the first day after Baba, not because I like him, but to enjoy the festive mood his fans bring shouting and screaming every time he appears on the screen. It is also because of the proud feeling that I get saying that I have watched “Rajini’s” movie on the first day. Sounds silly , yeah I know but that's really a special feeling though many might disagree with me.Nevermind I am least bothered about that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using all my tricks to get tickets for this movie. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=4636432560886617384"&gt;SHE1&lt;/a&gt; for getting me 4 tickets through her company. I was disappointed in getting tickets through corporate booking. That was because I had a notion that these people from software will not bring the festive mood as others do for Superstar movies. But I was proved totally wrong when I got into the theatre and the atmosphere was very much the same as I had experienced before for other Rajini movies. They were shouting even before the Title card flashed and it continued for another 3 hours. It was fun on the whole watching the KING on the Silver screen after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to movie as such. I am not going to break the plot here so people can go ahead reading. First, accolades to the Cinematographer and the Art Director. They both have done a wonderful job throughout the movie and especially in the songs. The quality of the picture gives us a notion that sufficient amount has been spent for the cameras used in filming and it is a visual treat to watch. The palace set for the song "Vaaji Vaaji" and the glass house set for "Sahana Saaral" was too good. These two sets are just an example of how they have spent for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the music by A.R Rahman. He has done an awesome job and I am in search of adjectives to laud this music genius. He has done a great job with his back ground score as well which is very essential for Rajini movies. The BGM when our star walks, delivers a dialogue all are done to perfection. The Master of music has done his part to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/Rnpi6cZdFYI/AAAAAAAAABk/ICOTjj3AQi4/s1600-h/Shriya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078480286008546690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/Rnpi6cZdFYI/AAAAAAAAABk/ICOTjj3AQi4/s320/Shriya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heroine Shriya, wow.............. fabulous, Stunning, Awesome, Amazing, Wonderful, Superb, Excellent what else, I am speechless..... And people don't even think that I am describing the way she has acted in the movie. It is just her looks in the movie. Costumes chosen for her suited her aptly that it never had a degree of vulgarity, and It would have caused a stir among many if some other actress had used the same. God she was that good in the movie and I can still see her hips moving in the songs.I am damn sure that I will go another time for the movie just for Shriya.The first outfit that she uses in the " Vaaji Vaaji " song is stunning. Well , watching only that everyone will agree to what I have stated above. Last but not the least she is Mind Blowing.....Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to talk about the bigshots of the movie Mr. Shankar and Mr.Rajinikanth. Right from the first frame to the end of the movie it is completely a Rajinikanth's movie tailored by Shankar with his elements throughout.The first night sequence is one such example of Shankar's element in the movie. I still wonder how he comes up with something new in all of his movies for the society. This time he is playing around the Black Economy which is very much prevalent in the country and has used it effectively. He has made sure that there is some hilarious moments till the end. The vivek comedy in the hotel " Start Camera Action" when Rajinikanth is very upset , and the transition from Shivaji to MGR are some examples. Though he has blundered in the first half of the movie he stands up tall in the second half and has met all the expectations of Rajinikanth fans. In particular the last 20 minutes of the movie is stunning and has made everyone to say wow looking at Rajini in that sequence.He could have avoided the car stunt in the drive inn theatre and the repetition of the Matrix style stunts in the movie.Not to mention the "Athiradee" song, guess Shanker got inspired from the movie DESPARADO for this song.Apart from that he has done his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rajinikanth&lt;/strong&gt;...............See him for yourself.......Mere Words is never enough to describe the kind of magnetism that Rajinikanth possess....He is only one who can have such Magnestism to attract junta towards him........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : As I had already told in the blog , I have watched the movie for the 2nd time in Innox just for Shriya. One line to describe my experience in INNOX &lt;strong&gt;"Right Movie at Right Theatre With Wrong Crowd".&lt;/strong&gt;....They were too calm for us to enjoy the movie....It is like Englishmen watching cricket just clapping for odd scenes....That's not the way to watch his movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajnikanth doesn't deserve to be worshipped as god , nor does he deserve "Pal Abhishekam" or animal sacrifice as many do. These acts are totally insane. But he completely deserves all those claps , whistling and screaming when he comes in the silver screen.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have now become an ardent fan of Rajinikanth....:-) Thalaivaa please do another movie.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-6107383144963663234?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/6107383144963663234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=6107383144963663234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/6107383144963663234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/6107383144963663234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2007/06/shivaji.html' title='Shivaji'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/Rnpi6cZdFYI/AAAAAAAAABk/ICOTjj3AQi4/s72-c/Shriya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-430947989223042763</id><published>2007-05-02T16:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:15:47.719+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>2nd Tag...!</title><content type='html'>1.Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.?&lt;br /&gt;A small scar below my Lips on the right side and I still have no idea how I got that. May be my Mom could explain that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is on the walls in your room?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. ( You can find Lizards sometimes...he he he...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What does your phone look like?&lt;br /&gt;NOKIA 7610 ( Would love to have &lt;strong&gt;W810 i&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;W830 i&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What music do you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;Melodies, Romantic ones in particular.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;Shalini from Alaipayuthey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want more than anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to retain what I have now till my end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you believe in gay marriage?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What time were you born?&lt;br /&gt;Will have to ask Mom again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are your parents still together?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Discussion by some of the colleagues, keyboard keys getting hit etc....in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The last person to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;K.I. Naga Saravana Perumal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?&lt;br /&gt;ZATAK/Set Wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Black Hair and Brown Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like pain killers?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't used them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't asked anyone out so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favourite Pizza topping?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like pizzas but i prefer anything Non-Veg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Rice and Chicken Masala. ( Haven't tasted this Combination for years....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who was the last person who made you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Sadha in Unnalae Unnalae , Shriya in Shivaji stills.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is anyone in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;Many are in love with me....Guess who are those....:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-430947989223042763?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/430947989223042763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=430947989223042763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/430947989223042763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/430947989223042763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2007/05/2nd-tag.html' title='2nd Tag...!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-8554828203587607944</id><published>2007-04-19T17:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:12:54.335+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Unnlae Unnale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/RihIMwyZpvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NcdQOeSsVqI/s1600-h/tn_Unnale-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/RihIMwyZpvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NcdQOeSsVqI/s1600-h/tn_Unnale-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055369965815310066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/RihIMwyZpvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NcdQOeSsVqI/s320/tn_Unnale-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055370279347922722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/RihIfAyZpyI/AAAAAAAAABM/bERKENm7upU/s320/tn_Unnale-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was never in a mood to pen down my views on the movie. But, reading documents fo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/RihIRwyZpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q9uJ-mOslhI/s1600-h/tn_Unnale-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055370051714656002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/RihIRwyZpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q9uJ-mOslhI/s320/tn_Unnale-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r a long time made me boring and now i have decided to write what I feel about the movie " Unnalae Unnalae ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/RihIRwyZpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q9uJ-mOslhI/s1600-h/tn_Unnale-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me start with the music. All songs were fabulous and it is a great treat for music lovers. Harris Jayaraj has done a wonderful job for this romantic movie with some great tunes. &lt;strong&gt;"Unnalae Unnale Vin Aazha Chendrae"&lt;/strong&gt; was an awesome composition with lyrics to its added advantage. &lt;strong&gt;"Vaikasi Nilavae"&lt;/strong&gt; was to my liking when compared to other songs. But, not have this opinion they would rather prefer the former.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinematography: It was too good and that's not a wonder as the man behind the camera was none other than the director Jeeva himslef. He has done the job that he does always and the movie is a visual treat to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casting:&lt;br /&gt;Hero : I still don't know his name and i didn't want to :-) He was smart but, was lacking experience.He was not expressive throughout the movie which was very important for a romantic movie.Neither was he good in dancing though he didn't have much of that to do in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadha : She was gorgeous.She was too good in the early part of the movie and in the song sequences. But the look she had when the story moved to Australia was not appealing. She has done justice to her role I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanisha : She was bubbly and was so apt for the character. Perfect choice form the director. She was good looking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others : Other poeple in the movie play nth fiddle doesn't cause any drift to the flow of the movie. The Entire movie revolves around only three people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story Line : Story is simple. A triangular love story as everyone would guess seeing the cast and in the Climax one is left alone. The change here is that person chooses to be alone rather than being abandonded by the hero as in other movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Direction and Screenplay : Both were not to my liking. Movie after interval was bit boring and the attempt to make it lively by including some comedy has gone for a toss.Other than that Jeeva has done a decent job. Dialogues were very normal and nothing was special about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My View : The concept of the movie was too good and I really liked that a lot. &lt;strong&gt;"Love someone for what they are"&lt;/strong&gt;. But I personally feel that sadha's chracter could have been portrayed in a much better way. The reasons for her getting angry with the hero and fighting with him seems to be too correct for me. You can never expect a girl to love you knowing that u flirt a lot and do all sort of non-sense with some other girls. That is too much to ask for, from a girl. If the reasons had been sillier than they were , then it would have made more sense to the screenplay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Whole it is a good &lt;strong&gt;romantic movie&lt;/strong&gt; ( Rare genere these days.....) to watch atleast once.You can enjoy the movie just for the Music and Cinematography. &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/19860243-8554828203587607944?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/8554828203587607944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/8554828203587607944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2007/04/unnlae-unnale.html' title='Unnlae Unnale'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XT0D-0UOAVQ/RihIMwyZpvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NcdQOeSsVqI/s72-c/tn_Unnale-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-7898043971877914095</id><published>2007-03-07T16:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:24:27.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pre-marital Sex</title><content type='html'>Pre-marital Sex, Is it right or wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am pretty sure that we will never have a unanimous opinion on this and debating will go on and on if we are to have one, with conflicting perceptions from various corners of the society. I have been pondering over to write about this topic for almost&amp;nbsp;2 yrs back but refrained from doing so as many who read my blog is from the&amp;nbsp;orthodox Tamil society and a very few will appreciate my views. Well I am ready to break the shackles now, but only for a few and you are one among them.... :)&amp;nbsp; This is the only reason for my new blog space.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pre-marital sex is perfectly right an act and I don't see anything wrong in it. People with a different view can stop here, continuing is only going to irritate and frustrate you ... :) The term by itself has gained popularity only in the recent times and there were not many&amp;nbsp;instances of the same being talked about a couple of decades back. At the same time none can deny its existence right from the day mankind came into existence, but&amp;nbsp;it is more prevalent these days than it was in the past. Everything has a reason in the world except love, so does the increase in the pre-marital affairs. There are few factors leading to it and the average age of getting into marriage is a vital factor of all. The average age of people getting into marriage have been increasing steadily over years and we can see people marrying in their late twenties or early thirties which was an age to have couple of children going to school for our previous generation. The next factor would be the age at which we attain physical maturity which has been decreasing on contrary to the previous factor. And when I say physical maturity I mean the readiness of the people to explore their sexual capabilities. I am not sure if physical maturity is the right term for it…. ! ! !&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To my knowledge many girls attained puberty during their 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;standard or after that a generation back, but it is not a rare sight to see a girl attaining puberty when she is in her 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;std or even below in few cases these days. The major blaming for this goes to the kind of diet we have and it is still in research I believe. But for some reason it has come down over years. And the last according to me would be lack of exposure to sex education and that has not improved till date. I don’t see a drastic improvement even in the near future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Considering all these factors it’s natural for someone to indulge in pre-marital affairs and you can’t blame them for it. Had they married earlier they would have had a passage to meet their biological needs and pre-marital affairs is something they would have never given a thought about. People today go through a tremendous pressure in their academic and professional life than the ones from the previous generation and pre-marital affairs help them to relax a bit from all these pressures. It also helps them to explore their sexual side and even decide what kind of a girl or guy they like before marriage to some extent but one should also be aware that life is not just about sex..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After having said all these this theory holds good both sexes and generally our society doesn’t mind what a guy does before marriage and act differently when it comes to a girl. That’s totally unfair, if a guy wants to have an pre-marital affair then he should be more than ready to accept a wife who is not a virgin…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That’s a bitter pill for him to take but the girl had done the same for him too. And when it comes to extra-marital affairs people have I see that to be cheating and I am still not able to see the right side of it. Many have argued it is just because of the fact they have ended up with a wrong partner. I need to explore on that side of relationships a little more before I can comment anything on that ….&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Disclaimer: This is just my personal opinion and has got nothing to do with my personal life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-7898043971877914095?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/7898043971877914095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=7898043971877914095' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7898043971877914095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/7898043971877914095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2010/09/pre-marital-sex.html' title='Pre-marital Sex'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-6509275044578038629</id><published>2007-02-07T10:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:27.937+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My New Bike....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi Everybody, it has been quite long time since I had my fingers working for my Blog.Project has kept me busy making me work even in weekends sometimes.Fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; life and we have to cope up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the new bike that I have got for myself is really doing great. Of course my Dad paid for that and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the coolest part of it. He promised a bike if I get 1100+ in 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; standard board exams and only now he has fulfilled it. I have been waiting for that for very long time almost for 10 yrs. And now I feel so happy owning a bike for myself. Many people complained about me paying some extra bucks to get the number that wanted to have. But I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to have the number i wanted and got it for some extra bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TN 22&lt;br /&gt;AU 4949 Easy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;....! Isn't it...!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, How has that changed my life.....! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.....quite a lot. I come to office as I wish since I am no longer bound to follow the Bus Timings.Getting up as late as 9 or as early as 5:30 and reaching office whenever i feel like.It has kept me busy even in the weekends.These days I don't give a second thought about freaking around and I have roamed a lot that the Meter reading stands at 1900&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; after a month and few days.It has also brought down my expenses for Auto which kept climbing when I didn't have a bike. On the whole I am feeling totally independent now about my transport..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-6509275044578038629?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/6509275044578038629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=6509275044578038629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/6509275044578038629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/6509275044578038629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2007/02/ma-new-bike-and-changes.html' title='My New Bike....!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-4342935491466687238</id><published>2007-02-06T17:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:27.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Into Project....!</title><content type='html'>Hi people I have been finally put into some serious project where I am to work beyond 6 and I find very little time to update my Blog page these days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to take sometime off and meet u all with something interesting in the Near future..... Keeping my Fingers crossed for that....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-4342935491466687238?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/4342935491466687238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=4342935491466687238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4342935491466687238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4342935491466687238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2007/02/into-project.html' title='Into Project....!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-887659347075419463</id><published>2007-01-19T09:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:15:47.719+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>50 Question's</title><content type='html'>Well I have been tagged for the First time in the Blog world. 50 Questions to answer. Tough one.... Here we go...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Were you named after anyone?&lt;br /&gt;You can refer to my previous Blogs for the meaning. That’s a long Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;I love watching them lying in the terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;October 2005. Will have to check my Diary for the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;I like but not others....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favourite meat?&lt;br /&gt;I have to give a Diplomatic answer. Anything Edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?&lt;br /&gt;Of Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you a daredevil?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How do you release anger?&lt;br /&gt;Take deep Breathes and Remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where is your second home?&lt;br /&gt;???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you trust others easily?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was your favourite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;I have faded memories of playing with them. So the answer is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What class in school/college do you think is totally useless?&lt;br /&gt;8th std. Too many enquires in that year. Almost expelled from school....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Ya sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit?&lt;br /&gt;I have never been in a Mosh Pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you look for in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Love and Care with some amount of Wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you bungee jump?&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for it any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your favourite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are your favourite colours?&lt;br /&gt;Black, Blue, Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are your least favourite things?&lt;br /&gt;Cheating, Sulking and Make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people do you have a crush on right now?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on number of Beautiful girls I see everyday...:)Just Kidding....None now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who do you miss most right now?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Some fading discussions by my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is the weather like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Mithra a Friend of Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The "first" thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Face and Structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you like the person who sent you this?&lt;br /&gt;Ya I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;I am fine. (See the movie “Italian Job” for the Meaning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite non alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;"Jil Jil Jigardhanda...", Appy , Mango Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favourite Alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t tasted anything yet....Strange and unbelievable but still true....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Natural hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Eye colour?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Siblings?&lt;br /&gt;FOUR Elder Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favourite month?&lt;br /&gt;May...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;Strictly Non- Vegetarian. Especially Chettinad and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favourite day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out?&lt;br /&gt;I have never thought about asking someone out....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Scary movies or happy endings?&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Movies (Happy Endings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;I will also go with Spring...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Holi or Diwali?&lt;br /&gt;Diwali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;A lot. A unique one and no one has that in this universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What book/magazine are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing now. Planning for Digital fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What's on your mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;My Company Logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What did you watch on TV last night?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one in my Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Favourite Smell?&lt;br /&gt;Rain in Dry Sand, Freshly Granulated Chillies..I can smell it even now...Wow...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever regretted breaking up with someone?&lt;br /&gt;No. I never regret anything that I have done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Most tiresome thing you’ve ever experienced/done?.&lt;br /&gt;Being in IT Industry knowing nothing to code...:)&lt;br /&gt;Hope my Manager is not into Blogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass this tag to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai Thilak&lt;br /&gt;Ajay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-887659347075419463?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/887659347075419463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=887659347075419463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/887659347075419463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/887659347075419463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2007/01/50-questions.html' title='50 Question&apos;s'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-1436952514394895190</id><published>2007-01-16T16:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:27.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Brains Do I Have...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg=""  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Times New Roman, Trebuchet MS, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Am 45% Left Brained, 55% Right Brained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left Side &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.Your left brain prefers dogs,reading,and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right Side &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't comment asking if I have a brain first. I do have one....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-1436952514394895190?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/1436952514394895190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=1436952514394895190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1436952514394895190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/1436952514394895190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-brains-do-i-have.html' title='What Brains Do I Have...???'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-5370797432993950085</id><published>2006-12-20T17:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Most Blissful Period in Life...!</title><content type='html'>Caution : This one is a long post. Take a coffee even before you read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Students, The most enjoyable period in your life is the one that you spend here in the school. I am sure you will never realize this now. And by the time you realize it you would be already out of it. “&lt;/strong&gt;This was the statement that one of my teachers used to make quite often. It's really true, personally I feel that to be the best time of my life so far and will be even after years. And I thank god that I realized what she said when I was doing my 8th standard. Though late it was not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had hatred towards being Nostalgic as that makes me very sad reminding me the good times I had in the past which I miss very badly these days. Though my mind knows that life keeps changing but my heart still longs for those cherishable moments of my life. Though it makes me sad it also brings in a little smile into my face when I think about those days. Here I am getting into the past trying to bring in a smile into my face. Hope this takes you to your childhood as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember those days when I used to sit in front of the bike on the Petrol tank with my Dad riding the bike with Mom in the pillion and I used to keep pressing the horn for no reasons. Of course I was so tiny those days to fit in the tank and not as huge as I am now. Days when I used to sweat like hell playing after the school days with my neighbors and attend Karate classes and I have to hear from my Mom for spoiling the clothes.Being in the strict family watching TV is not that easy you know. I and my sisters used to run to the TV once my parents were out and watch those stupid programmes that were relayed those days in Doordarshan. I keep laughing when I think about those idiotic movies and stuffs that we watched with risk of being caught by my parents. I even used to peep through the gap in a Double leaf door to get a glance of the score that my Dad is watching in the other room without anyone’s knowledge. I used to be mad about cricket those days to such an extent that my Dad asked me to watch the Semi-Final between Sri-Lanka and India in the Eden Gardens telling me "You are not going to study even if ask you to today and you will keep thinking about the match so it is better if u watch and then study, so that u will be able to concentrate on what u do then". I have been caught twice for peeping and you can imagine the scolding that I got from my Dad for that, thankfully my Dad never used to beat me and he only scolds me for all the mischief that I have done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thinking about the mischief that we have done in my School life the list kept growing like a Great Wall of China. The list includes all kind of Mal practices in the Exam Hall , flicking others Lunch ( Including teachers ) , Flicking Question Papers from the office room , Playing Hide and Seek during the Night Studies in the School , Baiting everyone including Female staffs, fighting over silliest issuesetc.... One of the Staff complained to My Dad and I will never forget that day for obvious reasons.Days when we used to go to School with uncompleted homeworks and standing out of the class and the canning that we used to get from our PT MASTER for coming late and for violating the dress code are still something that I miss badly.And not to forget the way we use to sight the girls even the seniors and some staffs and those A jokes , 3rd rated language that we learnt and numerous other stuffs so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on. All I can do now is sit and relish those Lovely moments. Some might be so stupid and childish but still brings happiness to the heart. And when one asks what’s wrong seeing your blank face all you do is smile and say &lt;strong&gt;"NOTHING"&lt;/strong&gt; I have gone through both the Positive and the Negative side of the life during this period.I thank god that I haven’t missed the most Blissful period of life being a studious person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-5370797432993950085?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/5370797432993950085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=5370797432993950085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5370797432993950085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5370797432993950085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-school-coming-soon-viraivil.html' title='Most Blissful Period in Life...!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-5972534494652139089</id><published>2006-11-17T17:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Unsung Hero....! ! !</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot to put in a Consummate Blog under this topic. The Unsung Hero whom I was referring is none other than the Fathers across the universe whose role is often overlooked. I very well agree as anyone would that "Mom plays a vital role in brining up the child.” But I personally feel that Fathers has always had much more meaningful role on anyone's life which goes unnoticed by many including the film Directors. Cheers to Cheran for his venture in the movie "Thavamai Thavam Irundhu."He did an awesome job portraying the pains of a Father in bringing up a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me Dad is the one who makes umpteen sacrifices and still goes unnoticed giving full credits to the Mothers. He is the one who apprizes us to handle the difficulties that we face from the world. He is the one who helps us to attain mental and emotional maturity in handling relationships and crisis situations with ease. He is the one facing the world of problems, earning for the family and still comes back home with a smile and plays with the kids putting aside all the problems just for the sake of our Happiness. The pride and prestige of the family predominantly depends on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad born and brought in a “yuck” rustic village named Sengulipatti.I bet none of my friends out there would have ever heard of such a village before. It had no electricity, no road and no telephones till 1990's and in short it was a complete disaster for someone to be born in that village. The saddest part is yet to come. He didn't have a dad as I have. He has never seen his dad at all. My Dad had his schooling in a place 5 Kms away from his place and he had to walk all the way back and forth till he completed his schooling. I have blamed him for not getting me a bike at the age of 15.He did his PUC in Sivagangai a near by town. Those days were like hell for him. The only part of his life he enjoyed should have his college life in Alagappa University in Karakudi.He did in BSc there and he was the Hostel Secretary. As he told me years back he had a blissful life in the college. That was only phase of life when he enjoyed for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his marriage he has spent his entire life for us. He has never gone for a movie. And believe I never knew the concept of theatres. He has never dined out in any of hotel. I never knew if he had the habit of smoking and drinking but I can very well remember that he has never done that in front of me. May be it is only because of that I remain teetotaler till now. Literally he has never hit me for any of the naughty behaviors then. He was the one who trained me to decide what to do in my life right from my Tenth standard. He would never ever say anything against my decision and all he has done is that he has asked me to reconsider them and never ask me to change. And it is that freedom which made me to realize what life is all about. And with a meager salary of his he has educated me in Matriculation and made me study in SRM Chennai when I had a seat in Madurai Thiyagaraja Engineering College. Not to forget that he had built a house for us and has got married 3 of my 4 sisters without any help of the relatives. These details might sound petty but when we sit and think about them, it is only then we will know the difficulties in doing them. And till now after getting a job I have not given a single Rupee to him and all he asked me to do was to just save in my Bank account and never asked to support the family. I am enjoying my life out here. Though he might not be a great personality like many Business legends of his age, but the role he had played in my life as father has a lot of Influence in me and I am really lucky to have him as my dad. I have written only a part of what he is and I can keep speaking for hours about his greatness at a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am today is all because of my Dad. I would call myself to have achieved something in life if I could do half of what he has done in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Note:&lt;br /&gt;Any immaturity or spelling or grammatical errors in the post is regretted by the publisher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-5972534494652139089?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/5972534494652139089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=5972534494652139089' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5972534494652139089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/5972534494652139089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2006/10/unsung-hero.html' title='The Unsung Hero....! ! !'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-115937467349845536</id><published>2006-11-04T14:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The act of inutility....." CRYING "</title><content type='html'>Even before me starting this Topic Let me tell u guys that&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I Hate crying to the core&lt;/strong&gt;." though many tend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not aware what people gain crying in front of everyone. Many say that you feel much better when you cry to someone you are so close with. I strongly believe that you are making them feel sad too. I don't like people crying and especially when boys do that, I hate them a lot. Even I have cried once in my life and felt really ashamed and still feel ashamed for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like people who sob in public. Farewells and Funerals are some functions where they tend to sob a lot. People crying on the farewell day should be so stupid. They should be matured enough to accept the change and get along with it after all these are expected throughout our life. Guys don’t be surprised when people cry in the funeral parties I can bet u that 90 % cry just for the sake of it. If time permits try to attend some of the funerals of an elderly person. People would be celebrating his or her death waiting for their share of the property but still cry trying to show that they feel so bad for the demise. This is the worst case ever possible in this world to cry. This is all true people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in marriages the brides tend to cry a lot. God, I really wonder what on earth makes her to sob. The art of crying is always a essence of females. They trend to cry a lot and some even use that to fulfill their wishes. Poor Males, they are so moved when they see those crocodile tears. By the way "&lt;strong&gt;I am not a Male Chauvinist&lt;/strong&gt;". I do have a great deal of respect for the females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel everyone reading till this point must be thinking this guy has no feelings at all. Well I do feel sad but Crying is not going to help you in anyways. Just sit down and think what’s going wrong in your life and the ways to bring it back to the normal track. That will make more sense rather than Crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is to be shared and Sadness is to be kept as a secret always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying is always an "&lt;strong&gt;ACT OF INUTILITY&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-115937467349845536?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/115937467349845536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=115937467349845536' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/115937467349845536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/115937467349845536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2006/10/act-of-inutility-crying.html' title='The act of inutility.....&quot; CRYING &quot;'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-8270969931567717101</id><published>2006-10-17T11:11:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-13T17:39:01.282+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quotes to ponder over...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hundred wounds does not hurt.But an untold love brings tears to even the strongest of the hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love deeply and passionately you will get hurt, but that's the way to live life completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You cant make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved.It is left to the person to realize your worth and love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Someone can break your heart.But it's amazing that you love them with every broken piece of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don't walk as if you rule the world.But walk as if you don't mind who rules the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When you are in Rome do as romans do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;DTA - Dont Trust Anybody. It is always good to have a little suspection on everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don't be too honest.Straight trees are cut first and honest people are screwed first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If what comes from heart and how comes from mind then that's the best combination in life. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Naga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Be an OPEN BOOK.But then share what you do and not what you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-Naga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There can be Retardants and Catalyst,but you are the Reactants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Naga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-8270969931567717101?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/8270969931567717101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=8270969931567717101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/8270969931567717101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/8270969931567717101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2006/10/favourite-dialogues-quotes_17.html' title='Quotes to ponder over...!'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-4823528885689223162</id><published>2006-10-10T08:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.811+05:30</updated><title type='text'>8760 hours in Software Industry</title><content type='html'>Well I have taken quite some time to publish this blog. Sorry for that first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 10th 2005. This was the day that I took giant leap into one of the leading Software Companies tagged as the "Dream Company" for many of the aspiring Individuals out there. I should thank God, for I got a job with no effort. This was the fact. I broke a promise that I made to one of my friends (&lt;strong&gt;Hari Krishnan&lt;/strong&gt;) when I joined college. Well the promise was to refrain myself from the software companies. But I was not able to keep that promise once I saw all my friends attending Campus interviews and getting placed. I too joined them and got placed. The way I got placed should be published, as that would help many who are not so good in programming. I will try to do that sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free pool:&lt;br /&gt;This is the most interesting concept in the Software Industry. During this time people are being paid with the normal salary on par with their peers who slog day and night to finish the tasks assigned to them. This time is meant to sharpen your skills if you have any and develop if you don’t have any. But "&lt;strong&gt;Rules are to be broken &lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These times are used by the people to develop their skills in Carom , Table Tennis and many coffee freaks spend most of their time at the pantries trying their hand at "&lt;strong&gt;Coffee Making&lt;/strong&gt;".Many try to learn the Art of Flirting while few try to test them.( Very Good attempt). Few others try participating in various competitions meant for the people to relax a bit amidst hectic work. Even I myself have won couple of Prizes in Adaptune and one in Treasure Hunt and one more in Quiz Competition. Some others volunteer themselves to conduct these events with an idea of adding them to their CV's if they have an idea of doing a Masters in Management. Many other activities include chatting in the canteens and lawns, Gyming to make themselves fit. Not to forget ORKUT, MAILS (rather call them as forwards), Messenger Service and Blogs. The forwards with the subject containing **** have an over whelming response among guys. These have been the major ways of killing time here. Some have even tried their hand in share trading with the money earned sitting idle. Few others help in finding proxy sites to help others in accessing restricted sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 365 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the above mentioned activities of which I have been an integral part of many if not all. I have my own experiences in this industry for the past one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 365 days have seen me crying for the first time in my life (Only once). Of course I am ashamed of it.( Read the reason for being ashamed in my previous Blog). I have got lot of friends but the acquaintances (I picked the word from Orkut) who just say a Hi with an artificial smile out numbers them. Well people are not to be blamed for that, it is just because of the hectic schedule in the company. I have worked (Ya I did for a while) along with couple of supervisors with contrasting characters. One among them was really helpful to me to a great extent. Without him I guess it would have been a horrible first year for me. Thanks a lot my Mentor. To be frank I have not done anything great, to be more frank I have achieved nothing in the past one year. I have wasted one year in my life. I hope I do much better the coming year and will give some value addition to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys and girls out there. I have been very negative in this post which I can’t help. That’s the way my life has been for the past one year. I will try to publish something lively the next time. I hope to be more positive the next year by this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-4823528885689223162?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/4823528885689223162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=4823528885689223162' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4823528885689223162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/4823528885689223162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2006/10/8760-hours-in-software-industry.html' title='8760 hours in Software Industry'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-115908157492861010</id><published>2006-09-24T12:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What my Name Means...???</title><content type='html'>K.I. Naga Saravana Perumal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K for Kayambu Servai (My Grand Pa)&lt;br /&gt;I for Ilaya Perumal (My Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave alone the expansion for "K" &amp;amp; "I" which I had to do for applying passport. Many say this one to be the longest they have heard of. But, I don't claim this to be the longest name in the world. But it is really a unique one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the earlier stages of my life I was wondering why my parents had kept such a long name for me. I used to hate that because everyone called me by different name. Some "Naga" some "Saravana" and few called me "Perumalu"(Slang used in my Native).Not to mention the combinations of these that cropped up then and there. Gradually it settled and everyone started calling me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAGA&lt;/span&gt;".I liked this one as it was short and sweet. Now I just thank my parents for having christened me with this name. People identify me easily with this Unique Name. There had been many instances wherein people have identified me just with this name. I got to be really thankful to my parents for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the meaning of my name is quite complicated one. I myself had to wait for a long time to know that. I guess my Dad had told me that when I was around 9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naga = For Snake God&lt;br /&gt;Saravana = For Lord Muruga&lt;br /&gt;Perumal = My Dads Last Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sixth and final child in my family. I can hear people saying why the hell is this? Among many even my parents had been one of the victims who were longing for a Male child for a long time. After all this was common in villages those days and the saddest truth is that it is still prevalent in quite a few rural areas down south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrology, I would call this to be yet another social evil though I believed in it till 12th standard. And it is still common even among the so called highly Cultured and Educated society. This led my parents to worship the Snake god for a male child. So when I came into the world I was given the name "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAGA&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father being a great devotee of Lord MURUGA he gave the name "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SARAVANA&lt;/span&gt;" (one of the names for Murugan) which followed Naga. Then last one was just taken from my Dad's name. It was our "Kula Deivam" as we call it in south. Each and every family will have their own Kula Deivam and ours is Lord Perumal in Alagar Kovil near Madurai. And so the name "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERUMAL&lt;/span&gt;" got added to mine and thus the Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAGA SARAVANA PERUMAL&lt;/span&gt;".Quite interesting story right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammatical errors, spelling errors are regretted by the Publisher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-115908157492861010?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/115908157492861010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=115908157492861010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/115908157492861010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/115908157492861010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-my-name-means.html' title='What my Name Means...???'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-115900441887225600</id><published>2006-09-08T06:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:14:28.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>" True Love...! ? "</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one word which is yet to have a perfect meaning and many would agree with me on this. What one feels to be love might not be love for someone else. Great legends have given different definitions for the word Love. I call these as their perception rather than a definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the great English poet and dramatist Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Love has no reasons and if it has one then it is not love”&lt;/b&gt;. This sounds absurd to many of the younger generation who take all the time in the world to understand someone and then decide to spend their entire life with them. So each one in the world has their own perception of love and I myself have one such perception which I believe to be right, from my experiences in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought I was in love with a girl in my 9th standard. It was just because she was beautiful. It happens at that point of life for anyone in life. Again I thought I was in love with yet another girl. This time it was because she was being friendly with me. How cheap and mean .Isn’t it? Well it may be, but that was the fact. I was still learning. May be I was slow in learning what Love is all about. Then in college I saw a girl, I liked her very much without much reasons, In fact for no reasons at all. This time I just told my friends that I like her a lot and nothing more than that. Many of my friends kept telling me that I was in love with her. To be honest I admired her to the core but didn't adore her at any point of time. One whole year has passed by and now I still think of her at least once in an hour if not a minute. May be that's love as many of my friends say but I don't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;According to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You see someone and feel that you can be happy if she is with you for the rest of your life. Many feel this to be Love. I have felt this quite a few times. But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see someone and feel that you can't survive a single minute of your life if she is not with you. Then that’s &lt;b&gt;“True Love ". &lt;/b&gt;This is what I believe. I have never felt this way in my life. So I am yet to realize True Love according to my perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many might disagree with my perception. Well they are most welcomed to fill in their comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please Note :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Any immaturity or spelling or grammatical errors in the post is regretted by the publisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-115900441887225600?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/115900441887225600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=115900441887225600' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/115900441887225600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/115900441887225600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2006/09/true-love.html' title='&quot; True Love...! ? &quot;'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19860243.post-113557712399053922</id><published>2005-12-26T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:27.939+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>I am a Fun loving EXTROVERT with great sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;"Always prepared for the worst hoping for the best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in life has ever made me sulking.You can hardly see me Sad or Depressed.I bet no one of friend has seen me crying for anything "When i say anything i mean anything"&lt;br /&gt;(Though i have cried once but exceptions or not examples)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complete movie Freak.I have seen almost all the movies in Tamil after 2000. Alll romantic ones , SRK movies in Hindi.And quite a large number in English too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnalae&lt;br /&gt;Alaipayuthey&lt;br /&gt;Veer Zaara&lt;br /&gt;Mouna Ragam&lt;br /&gt;Idhayam&lt;br /&gt;Kaadhal etc etc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-113557712399053922?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/113557712399053922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=113557712399053922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/113557712399053922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/113557712399053922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2005/12/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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-19860243.post-113455834837797628</id><published>2005-12-14T16:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:15:27.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hi Everyone</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19860243-113455834837797628?l=nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/feeds/113455834837797628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19860243&amp;postID=113455834837797628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/113455834837797628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19860243/posts/default/113455834837797628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagasaravanaperumal.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi-everyone.html' title='Hi Everyone'/><author><name>Nagasaravana Perumal K I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09909911641633590641</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></feed>
