<?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-7621363752771598360</id><updated>2012-01-20T20:43:14.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I was an atheist....</title><subtitle type='html'>...until I realized I was God</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-7577144432025528465</id><published>2010-09-13T14:01:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:26:36.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You are a Hyderabadi if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I just added few more points to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Your address reads as 23-404-32/67A-43 (New MCH number 56-678/4A/B-22), while you actually live in the second house beside Zamzam cafe in lane behind Anand Theatre on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;SP   Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. You end up buying only a salwar kameez, whether it is a theatre workshop, food mela consumer expo, designer jewellery show, science show or an automobile convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. Your street has at least one roadside mobile hotel that serves Chinese delicacies such as "Vegetable soft needles", "Navrotten Kurma", "Chicken Manchewurea" or "American Chompsee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. Your answer is ’seedha chale jao’ when somebody asks you for directions, whether it is to Malakpet, Masab Tank, Malkajgiri or Moosapet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. You come across tailors sporting the board: "Immidiot delivery in two days onli."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;6.You can speak Hindi, Urdu, hyderabadi hinglish, except Telugu, fluently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7.You ask the waiter to get you some ’Mango pickle’ even if you are sitting at a lavish continental banquet dinner with exotic Chinese, Mexican,Italin and Lebanese cuisines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;9. You order for a tea just after having had a Caramel custard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;10. You have at least one cousin, friend, colleague or acquaintance in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;11. Everytime somebody gives you a piece of good news, the first thing you ask them is ’Party kab hain?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;12. You refer to any past as ’parso’, be it yesterday or long before three hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;13. You call 11 AM as "subah subah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;14. You label your boss as ’Dimakh Kharab’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;15. You are 15 minutes late and you feel you are on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;16. You look at the fixed price stand and still ask ’dene ka bolo’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;17. You are reading this and secretly admitting that you are, after all, a true blue &lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Hyderabadi.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And a little more to it from my side. You are a hyderabadi if&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;18. You are at the cross roads waiting for the opposite lane's signal to turn red instead of looking for yours to turn green.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;19. You shout at the fellow commuter “Dekh ke nai chal sakthe kya?” after you just jumped the signal and took a right turn where it is not allowed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;20. You run across the busy roads instead of using the foot over bridge...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;21. You see a religious construction in the middle of the road and made it an island instead of moving it to the road side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You eat biryani more than white rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You see a 5-seater auto carrying 20 passengers in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You can go to a cafe and say "Chotu!! Ek garam chai aur do biskata (biscuits) laarey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You see a manhole in the middle of the road which is way above the road level or below it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;26. Finally, you are a true hyderabadi if even in the midst of all these chaos, you feel like Hyderabad is the best place in this world to live.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-7577144432025528465?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7577144432025528465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=7577144432025528465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/7577144432025528465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/7577144432025528465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/hyderabadi.html' title='You are a Hyderabadi if...'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-6100324921889750008</id><published>2010-08-17T13:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:56:56.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/TGpVj_oUL7I/AAAAAAAAASs/Ei2N5hXUq98/s1600/jorgagal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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The days when the quotes reached the top of her desk and if nothing works, there was always the excuse of borrowing her notes to cover up the missed class and write the same quote again in the last page of her book.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Gone are the days…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;…when I saved the pocket money, hide it in my book shelves waiting for the bday of that special gal. The days when I used to roam around all the gift shops across the town to find a nice gift to present the gal on that spl day. The days when I saw a greeting, remembered the quote in it just for the sake of using the same in my custom made greeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:18pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Gone are the days…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;.. when I nervously dialed her landline early in the morning to wish her but mumbled something and hung up the phone when heard her father’s voice instead of her’s. The days when I waited and stopped on her way to college and gave the gift. The days when a look of her made me reach the sky and a smile from her brought that twinkling stars down to the earth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Time has changed and so do the ways of xpressing the love. Now I know her family like never before, every member of her family wishes me on my every bday. But one thing that never changed is my love for her and her friendship towards me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Wishing a very happy bday to u.. my swt lil kid and of course to myself as well. Hope u liked the bouquet that I ordered on net and sent it across to you. Yup, time has changed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Worldz becoming smaller by each passing day but unfortunately always larger enough to separate you from me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7621363752771598360-6100324921889750008?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6100324921889750008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=6100324921889750008' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/6100324921889750008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/6100324921889750008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/gone-are-days.html' title='Gone are the days...'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/TGpVj_oUL7I/AAAAAAAAASs/Ei2N5hXUq98/s72-c/jorgagal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-104125756393895371</id><published>2010-07-09T11:34:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:22:22.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Media.... 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So whatever s*** I talk, u r not supposed to shout out. And therz nothing humorous in this post. Keep away if you are xpecting one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;I respect media and adore them for bringing out the truth. Unfortunately, I have to think twice when I try to repeat the same statement by prefixing media with the word Indian. Doesn’t matter what the medium is.. Print, Television, Web…. Really vexed up with the coverage they give to unnecessary news. In fact, we can’t even call it a news but rather the media creates news out of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Recently I saw an article on a so called Andhra website with a tag line &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Dare to Write&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The title of the article read “&lt;/span&gt;Ramesh Prasad’s Angry With Rajamouli?&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;”.(&lt;i style=""&gt;Don’t worry abt who Prasad or Rajamouli is, keep in mind they are high profile celebrities.&lt;/i&gt;) Fine… for any layman like me, it sounds as if there &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;might&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; be some misunderstanding between Ramesh Prasad and Rajamouli and the question &lt;st1:personname sametimesmarttag="mark" st="on"&gt;mark&lt;/st1:personname&gt; at the end indicates that these website guys are doubtful abt the reason behind that. Great… now read this article…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;It is natural to wonder why the soft spoken, reserved, controversy free head of Prasad groups, Ramesh Prasad is very furious with Rajamouli.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Well, if a person as important as the heart to the group is being sent away, who would not be furious. There is no one in the industry who doesn’t know about Nagineedu, the man who works in Prasad Labs. The work of the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; unit happens under the monitoring of Nagineedu and it is heard that his only desire in life is to become an actor. Nagineedu is a distant relative to Ramesh Prasad. Though he has the urge to act, it is heard that due to the hectic work at the Labs, he has been killing his desire. However, he did act in one Tamil film and it is now said that Rajamouli saw that and roped in Nagineedu for an important character in his new film ‘Maryada Ramanna’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Though &lt;st1:personname sametimesmarttag="Sunil" st="on"&gt;Sunil&lt;/st1:personname&gt;’s character is titled ‘Ram’, the buzz is that Nagineedu has got the title character. Doing a small role in Rajamouli film is a great recognition so one can imagine what happens when one does a title role. So, the chances are that Nagineedu might get quite busy with offers once ‘Maryada Ramanna’ releases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;(wow!!.. wat an optimistic media)&lt;i style=""&gt; This will compel him to move out of the Prasad Labs and definitely, Ramesh Prasad cannot get another Nagineedu in a short span.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;That’s why, many are talking that though he may not express his displeasure in open, he would surely be miffed with Rajamouli from inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Hell with that question &lt;st1:personname sametimesmarttag="mark" st="on"&gt;mark&lt;/st1:personname&gt;… these guys actually concluded that Mr Prasad would surely be miffed with Rajamouli. The film is not released yet, no one knows the potential of Nagineedu as an actor,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;doesn’t know if his character gets the recognition, doesn’t know if he really be flooded with offers that he might get away from Prasad labs. But this f***ked up media reaches to a conclusion with some dumb logical explanation which always includes hell lot of mays and mights. Keep in mind that I’m not trying to promote or demote the film. Thatz a different ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;The same day I read another article about anchor &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jhansi&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. If you watch telugu channels this is a fairly popular household name. The article titled “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jhansi&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s 'Rendo Pelli' Soon?&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;”(&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jhansi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s second marriage soon). Fine… she has broke up with her husband long back and shez getting ready for a second marriage. Keeping aside if this is true or not, considering itz totally her personal life, what is the need to describe her body structure in the article. Thatz disgusting guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, this one is from a TV show.. a special show for Half an hour in prime time. “&lt;span style="font-family:Gautami;"&gt;బోనీ కపూర్ పై విరుచుకుపడిన రాం గోపాల్ వర్మ&lt;/span&gt;”(Ram Gopal Varma is furious about Boney Kapoor)…..well,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the only mistake RGV has done is to express his feelings about Sridevi in his personal blog. An excerpt from his blog:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;So, straight from her super stardom and magazine covers and her dazzling beauty on the silver screen, I saw her in Boney’s house serving tea like an ordinary housewife. I hated Boney Kapoor for bringing that angel from heaven down to being just an ordinary housewife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And quoting the above paragraph this channel was confident enuf to say that RGV is not at all happy with Boney Kapoor because hez not allowing Sridevi to act. Perfect. And this lasted for half an hour with the anchor providing as many (il)logical reasons as possible to prove the statement authentic. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Awesome!! And obviously they never mentioned the previous line - &lt;i style=""&gt;The woman who the men of the entire nation desired was suddenly left all alone in the world till Boney Kapoor stepped in to fill the vacuum&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;I can quote hell lot of such examples. But I was just wondering, don’t you think the soul purpose of media is to bring out the truth and infuse some social awa&lt;st1:personname sametimesmarttag="rene" st="on"&gt;rene&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ss among people? Or may be I’m dumb enuf to think like that. Jai ho… media.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Not over yet. I wud like to bore u some more by pointing this quotes for u.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;“We can't quite decide if the world is growing worse, or if the media is just working harder at it.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;“The media no longer ask those who know something to share that knowledge with the public. Instead they ask those who know nothing to represent the ignorance of the public and, in so doing, to legitimate it.” – Anonymous (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;An example for this are the cricket reviews. Every damn channel has their own specialist panel who pour out their cricketing wisdom to us.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;“The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything. Except what is worth knowing. Journalism, conscious of this, and having tradesman-like habits, supplies their demands.” --Oscar Wilde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;“People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.” -- Abbott Joseph Liebling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;So guys.. news is not always news. I-believe-what-I-see kinda stuff is long gone coz I guarantee you, &lt;b style=""&gt;media can manipulate even &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Verdana; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Calibri; 	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:Calibri; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-104125756393895371?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/104125756393895371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=104125756393895371' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/104125756393895371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/104125756393895371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/media-dare-to.html' title='Media.... Dare to....'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-4896546771574127872</id><published>2010-06-22T01:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:36:01.032+05:30</updated><title type='text'>World Music Day.. 21st June</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/TB_FrvTd0MI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iIumZH08WuU/s1600/gibson-robot-guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/TB_FrvTd0MI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iIumZH08WuU/s320/gibson-robot-guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485320226383712450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.. just wanted to remind you that itz World Music Day today. For all those legends who spent their life dedicated to music..... We love you and we miss you Veturi gaaru.&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/7621363752771598360-4896546771574127872?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4896546771574127872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=4896546771574127872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/4896546771574127872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/4896546771574127872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-music-day-21st-june.html' title='World Music Day.. 21st June'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/TB_FrvTd0MI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iIumZH08WuU/s72-c/gibson-robot-guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-3668017781316178422</id><published>2010-02-22T19:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:37:29.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>19th Feb 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;…travelling to madanapalle after a loooooooong time. Vamc is returning from Swiss. The date has one more significance in my life. Not so significant for this post so will talk abt that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Itz been more than a year since I went to my favorite place. Itz always nice to go back to a place where u spent the best days of ur life…  where u had the most memorable moments and where u met the most memorable person.. ok .. ok.. person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; of ur life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  I stayed there for more than 10 years… right from my school to my graduation… Itz like my second home. So many friends, quite a few disappointments, innocent school days, unforgettable college days.. to sum it up… hell lot of memories…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Naresh asks me why do u always want to come to madanapalle?… all our friends are scattered across the globe, its very rare that every one show up there at a time…well…. I donno.. I don’t have an answer for that. Whenever I visit mpl u can see a smile on my face.. as simple as that.. does it sound like a valid reason? :-) .. come on guys… life doesn’t run on reasons, it runs on memories… OMG.. thatz one heck of a dialogue :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Ok.. a tidbit from my travel… u might have read my post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/jab-i-met.html"&gt;Jab I Met&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; .. something similar happened this time as well.. I met a new friend (donno if I can call her friend… coz v haven’t had much conversation). A B.tech graduate, not so shy (night travel… sitting beside a handsome guy like me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;ok.. don’t laugh.. continue reading.…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; gals rarely prefer it), a bit conservative in the talks… all in all.. she was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Not until the bus halted for dinner we had our first talk. Just a casual one. our educational life, our Siddhartha college, her family, my job.. blah.. blah… blah….. oh yeah…and about her headache(hope itz not bcoz of me :P). Then we fell asleep or rather she fell asleep and I was listening to music… donno when I closed my eyes. Later in the night when I woke up she was right in front of my eyes, sleeping like a small child. It was bit cold and she was wearing a cap… I should say.. she appeared soooooooooo cute and innocent. I was just looking at her, donno how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  At the end of our journey, when I was abt to ask her email id, she asked mine :-). I gave my official id bcoz littleheartb4u@gmail.com would sound a bit odd at that moment :P . Fortunately or unfortunately I dint have her id. So, need to wait until she mails me, if at all she does. Somehow, while I was getting down the bus I said to her that she was very cute with the cap on.  Whether I get a mail from her or not, it was yet another memorable journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Anyways, this is the first half of my post. In the next half I will share with u the fun moments that I had with my friends. Catch u later…&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/7621363752771598360-3668017781316178422?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3668017781316178422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=3668017781316178422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/3668017781316178422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/3668017781316178422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/19th-feb-2010.html' title='19th Feb 2010'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-2751741464917886716</id><published>2010-01-20T15:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:53:37.367+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Itz over…</title><content type='html'>.. for now and forever. No more swt lil memories with her. No need for me to write those stupid, never ending, sober posts describing my relationship with her and no need for u to comment on those sorrowful, so-near-yet-so-far-away, I-miss-her posts. But u can definitely expect her presence in some way or the other in all my posts which is happening for quite sometime now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhey saala ... phir sey shuru kiya….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok… the thing is shez engaged. Shez not mine anymore (I mean..was she ever mine?.... I donno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be cheating myself if I say that I can be happy without her. But I have to.. no other go. One thing is for sure. Though I could separate myself from her physically… damn.. the memories.. no way I could get away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her and decided we’ll not have any sort of contact until I assure myself that I could live without her. Tough decision to make but I had to. We are departing for now. Wish to meet her one last time before this strange..temporary.. break-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are u listening ... my swt lil kid :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-2751741464917886716?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2751741464917886716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=2751741464917886716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/2751741464917886716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/2751741464917886716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-itz-over.html' title='Finally, Itz over…'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-8736838223102214127</id><published>2009-12-01T14:39:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:40:04.537+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It was pleasant</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: verdana;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started this post couple of weeks back but since my reviewer was busy it took me forever to post it on my blog. Ok… that wasn’t a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a looooooong time I did something different. Different from doing the regular office work.(come on guys.. I &lt;b style=""&gt;do &lt;/b&gt;work) , different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from waking up early in the morning (u know wat a s/w engineer means by &lt;b style=""&gt;early&lt;/b&gt;..) and different from watching every damn movie that is released. The thing is.. I started going for a jog. So, whatz the reason for this new resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Flashback: For a better effect switch-on the ceiling fan. Look at it and rotate along with it. Now stop and look into my flashback. I suppose this is a joke so please try &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; best to laugh else directly go to next paragraph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: verdana;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I used to be one of the best fielders and runners in my cricket team(Have we had a team?.. I remember so). In fact Jonty Rhodes took fielding tips from me. Check Jonty implementing one such tip with his finger tips.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SxTdqeEYUEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mC6-ylM8964/s1600/jonty+rhodes+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SxTdqeEYUEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mC6-ylM8964/s320/jonty+rhodes+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410192774074486850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: verdana;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to jog for 4Kms with ease when I was in my inter.(well.. this is seriously true). But now, while I was playing cricket last Saturday, I found how hard it is for me to run around. As Sidhu says, I was like a pregnant woman competing in a 100m race. And I seriously decided to keep my body fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For me, to wake up early in the morning(no.. no.. not the &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;early &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;that I mentioned in the first paragraph…this one is the real &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;early&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) is as difficult as asking the hyderabadi autowala to turn on the meter. Don’t believe? Try it once. Ask the autowala to turn on the meter, he’ll step out with such an anger as if we have asked him to commit a murder or asked Sachin Tendulkar to retire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, finally one good day, I had the alarm on @ &lt;b style=""&gt;5:45&lt;/b&gt;AM. After couple of snoozes I woke up, stepped out of my room with the jogging shoes, went to the near by café, had a cup of tea, came back and slept again. Ah… this &lt;i style=""&gt;start-from-the-next-day&lt;/i&gt; attitude…somehow I did overcome it and went for jogging the next day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I should tell you it was really….really pleasant and the slight drizzle was an added attraction. After a long time I have seen scenes like retired uncles picking up milk packets, pretty gals playing badminton, not so pretty gals painting rangoli in front of their house, paper boys practicing javelin throw with the news paper.. etc…etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moreover, if your ipod is playing songs like one love… as long as u luv me… jiya dhadak dhadak… nahin samne… u’ll just forget everything. U’ll not remember that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; love life is in trouble(Did I ever have a luv life?.. I donno), u’ll not remember that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; performance rating is not satisfactory and most importantly u don’t even remember that your office doesn’t have a free coffee machine anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;While I was jogging without actually remembering the above things I saw someone jogging backwards. By all means it has to be Naresh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yes, there you go… “hey buddy! Why are you jogging backwards?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I transformed myself from having a family pack to six pack. Now, inspired by Kareena and Rani Mukharjee I’m trying for size zero. So I’m implementing reverse engineering ”. Saying this he disappeared into the falling mist… backwards.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Perfect. But I’m still trying for a six pack so I continued my jog forward &lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&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/7621363752771598360-8736838223102214127?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8736838223102214127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=8736838223102214127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/8736838223102214127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/8736838223102214127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-pleasant.html' title='It was pleasant'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SxTdqeEYUEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mC6-ylM8964/s72-c/jonty+rhodes+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-1793512964295573353</id><published>2009-09-30T18:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:20:03.069+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cry Out Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: verdana;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m confused… I’m vexed… I’m tired…. And the thing is I still love her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just can’t think myself without her. I donno why and donno what I’m upto.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m trying every possible way to convince her and shez trying every other way to reject me and surprisingly we still talk to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;She supports me, encourages me, cares for me, cries for me, likes me and doesn’t love me. Hmmm.. thatz the hardest part…Shez so close yet so far away. For the past couple of years we are just going thru hell. Donno when it ends. I can see only two options, either ‘we’ would be happy or she would be happy. The second one seems to be more optimistic &lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They say time heals all wounds but all it's done so far is give me more and more time to think about how much I miss her. I feel like crying out loud, as loud as she cud hear my heart saying…. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sweet lil kid!! I luv u and don’t wanna miss u.!!&lt;/span&gt; . and I always wish these should be my words when the last tear drop rolls out of my eyes.&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/7621363752771598360-1793512964295573353?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1793512964295573353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=1793512964295573353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/1793512964295573353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/1793512964295573353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-out-loud.html' title='Cry Out Loud'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-7285744632601311708</id><published>2009-09-21T16:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:13:50.354+05:30</updated><title type='text'>చెప్పాల్సింది చాలా ఉంది.. చూడాల్సింది మిగిలే ఉంది</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    మాంచి నిద్రలో ఉన్నాను. మా అమ్మ ఫోన్‌లో వాళ్ల ఫ్రెండ్‌తో మాట్లాడుతోంది. సున్నుండలు చక్కెరతోనే చెయ్యాలా లేక బెల్లంతో కూడా చెయ్యొచ్చా అన్న ప్రజా సమస్యపై ఒక గంటసేపు కూలంకషంగా చర్చించి, అసలు ఈ రెండూ కాకుండా ఉప్పు, మిరియాల పొడి వేసి చేస్తే వెరైటీగా ఉంటుందని తీర్మానించి మా అమ్మ వంటకు ఉపక్రమించింది. ముంచుకొస్తున్న ముప్పును ముందే పసిగట్టిన నేను వెనక గోడ దూకి నరేష్‌గాడి ఇంటికి వెళ్లిపోయాను(పారిపోయాను).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;నరేష్‌గాడు నోరెళ్లబెట్టుకుని TVవైపే తదేకంగా చూస్తున్నాడు. "ఏంట్రా అంత తీక్షణంగా  చూస్తున్నావ్?" అని అడిగా. "అదేం లేదురా ఇందాక ఆ న్యూస్ ఛానల్ అమ్మాయి, 'చెప్పాల్సింది చాలా ఉంది.. చూడాల్సింది మిగిలే ఉంది' అని అదోలా అనింది. ఏం చూపిస్తుందో అని ఆశగా చూస్తున్నా" అని TVవైపే కన్నార్పకుండా చూస్తూ అన్నాడు. ఇంతలో ఆ అమ్మాయి వచ్చి, "చూసింది చాలు. నోటి చుట్టూ ఉన్న ఆ ద్రవాన్ని తుడుచుకుని, నోర్మూసుకుని న్యూస్ చూడండి" అని మర్యాదపూర్వకంగా చెప్పింది. "ఇప్పుడే అందిన సమాచారం ప్రకారం" అని తనకు ఇచ్చిన పేపర్‌ని కన్‌ఫ్యూజింగా చూసి, "క్షమించండి" అని సర్దుకుని, "A వచ్చి B పై వాలినట్టు, B వచ్చి C పై వాలినట్టు అలాగే C వచ్చి D పై వాలినట్టు తెలిసింది. వీటిని చూసి అంకెలు కూడా ఒకదానిపై ఒకటి వాలినట్టు విశ్వసనీయవర్గాల సమాచారం " అని ఇంకా ఏదో చెప్పబోగా, వెనకల్నించి న్యూస్ డైరెక్టర్ "కట్ ..కట్..ఎవడయ్యావాడు , ఆ మర్డర్ కేస్ గురించి న్యూస్ ఇవ్వమంటే లిరిక్స్ పేపర్ ఇచ్చాడు. అయినా నువ్వేంటమ్మా ఇంప్రొవైజ్ చెయ్యమన్నాం కదా అని పాటని కూడా న్యూస్ లాగా చదివేస్తే ఎలా." అని అరిచాడు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఈ న్యూస్‌ని TV లో చూసిన కరకాల సుభాకర్ , ఆ డైరెక్టర్ అన్న మాటలు వినకుండానే ఇదేదో సంచలన వార్తలాగా ఉంది అని డిసైడ్  అయిపోయి ETV3 లో ఘంటారావం ప్రోగ్రాం ప్రసారం మొదలుపెట్టేసాడు.చర్చకు నలుగురు ఉద్ధండులను కూర్చోబెట్టాడు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"పిచ్చేశ్వర్రావ్‌గారు మీరు చెప్పండి, అసలు ఇలా A వచ్చి B పై వాలటానికి, B వచ్చి C పై వాలటానికి, అలాగే  C వచ్చి D పై వాలటానికి గల కారణాలు ఏమయ్యుంటాయని మీరు భావిస్తున్నారు? ఇదంతా ఒక ఎత్తైతే, అంకెలు కూడా ఒకదానిపై ఒకటి వాలినట్టు మా ఇన్వెస్టిగేటివ్ టీం ద్వారా తెలిసింది. దీనిపై మీ అభిప్రాయం  ఏంటి? ప్రస్తుత రాజకీయాలపై ఇది ఎటువంటి ప్రభావం చూపబోతోంది. అలాగే భారత్ పాక్‌ల మధ్య ద్వైపాక్షిక సంబంధాలు దీనివల్ల దెబ్బతినే అవకాశాలేమైనా ఉన్నాయా ?ముఖ్యంగా సానియా మీర్జా ర్యాంకింగ్ మెరుగుపడే అవకాశం ఏమైనా ఉందా?"అంటూ ఈ విషయంతో సంబంధం ఉన్న అన్ని అంశాలపై ఒకేసారి ప్రశ్నలు సంధించాడు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;పిచ్చేశ్వర్రావ్‌గారికి ఏమి అర్థమైందోగాని పిచ్చి చూపులు చూస్తూ లేచి జేబులో ఉన్న చిన్న చీటీ తెరచి "ఇది ఖచ్చితంగా ప్రతిపక్షం పన్నిన కుట్ర. దీనికి బాధ్యత వహిస్తూ మాయావతి రాజీనామా చెయ్యాలి" అని అన్నారు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;వెంటనే పక్కనే ఉన్న తింగరమూర్తిగారు లేచి "అసలు ABCD లు కూడా రాని మా మీదా పాలకపక్షం వాళ్లు ఇలా నిందలు వెయ్యటం చాల హేయమైన చర్య. దీనికి బాధ్యత వహిస్తూ నరేంద్ర మోడి రాజీనామా చెయ్యాలి" అని అన్నారు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఇంతలో కరకాల సుభాకర్ "మీరు ప్రజారాజ్యం పార్టీ గురించి మర్చిపోతున్నారు" అని అందించాడు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;వెంటనే మరొక ఉద్ధండులుగారు లేచి వీటన్నిటికీ బాధ్యత వహిస్తూ చిరంజీవి రాజకీయాలనించి తప్పుకోవాలని డిమాండ్ చేసాడు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;కాసేపటికి స్టూడియోలో నాలుగు బాంబులు వేసుకుని, నాటు తుపాకులతో పేల్చుకుని, కత్తులతో ఒకరినొకరు పొడుచుకుని ఎంతో శాంతియుతంగా చర్చను ముగించారు. కరకాల సుభాకర్ ఎప్పటిలాగే చిరునవ్వు చిందిస్తూ "ఈ కార్యక్రమాన్ని చూసిన  ప్రేక్షకులందరికి ధన్యవాదాలు. రేపు మరొక  ముఖ్యమైన అంశం గురించి చర్చించుకుందాం. సెలవు" అని కార్యక్రమాన్ని ముగించాడు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;వీటన్నిటి మధ్యలో మన నిరంతర వార్తా స్రవంతి TV8 లో 30 మినిట్స్ ప్రోగ్రాం మొదలైంది. "హలో!! నా పేరు స్వప్న. మీరు చూస్తున్నది TV8. ఇవాళ 30 మినిట్స్‌లో &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clinic minus&lt;/span&gt; సమర్పించు "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;తీటా Juniors&lt;/span&gt;" ప్రోగ్రాంపై స్పెషల్ ఫోకస్ చేస్తున్నాం. దీనిపై మరింత తాజా సమాచారం అందించటానికి తీటా Juniors స్టూడియోలో మా ప్రతినిధి కుక్కుటేష్ Live లో ఉన్నారు. కుక్కుటేష్ చెప్పండి అక్కడ పరిస్థితి ఎలా ఉంది?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"స్వప్న!! ఇక్కడ పరిస్థితి  చాలా గందరగోళంగా ఉంది. మీరు చూసినట్టైతే , ఇక్కడ ప్రముఖ డ్యాన్సర్, విశ్వవిఖ్యాత మెంటర్ విద్యగారు యాంకర్ క్రీంకార్‌గారి వెంటపడుతున్నారు. విషయమేంటంటే , విద్యగారి గ్రూప్‌లోని డ్యాన్సర్ ఇరవయ్యెనిమిదిసార్లు ఎలిమినేట్ అయ్యి, ప్రేక్షకులు &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;545&lt;/span&gt; SMSలు పంపించటంతో మళ్లీ వైల్డ్‌కార్డ్ ద్వారా షో లోకి ప్రవేశించింది.ఆ సంతోషం తట్టుకోలేక క్రీంకార్‌తో డ్యాన్స్ చెయ్యాలని డిస్కవరీ ఛానెల్‌లో ఆఫ్రికన్ దున్నపోతు జింకపిల్ల వెంటపడినట్టు, విద్య క్రీంకార్ వెంటపడుతోంది."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"మరిన్ని వివరాలు తెలపడానికి తీటా Juniors జడ్జ్ సుందరం మాష్టారు మనతో ఉన్నారు. సార్ చెప్పండి , 90కేజీలతో నాజూగ్గా ఉండే విద్య  30కేజీలతో బలిష్టంగా ఉండే క్రీంకార్‌తో డ్యాన్స్ చెయ్యాలనుకోవటంపై మీ అభిప్రాయం ఏంటి? పైగా అందులో లిఫ్టింగ్ స్టెప్స్ ఉండాలని విద్యగారు కోరుకుంటున్నారట."&lt;br /&gt;"super... suuuuper.. suuuuuuuuuuper ..." అని మెలికలు తిరిగిపోతూ అన్నారు సుందరం మాష్టారు.&lt;br /&gt;"సార్!! అది కాదు .. మీ అభిప్రాయం.."&lt;br /&gt;"super... suuuuper..."&lt;br /&gt;"కాబట్టి స్వప్న, సుందరం మాష్టారు ఏం చెప్పదలుచుకున్నారో ప్రేక్షకులే అర్థం చేసుకోవాలి. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఎలాగో తెలీదు క్రీంకార్ డ్యాన్స్ చెయ్యటానికి ఒప్పుకున్నాడు. బొమ్మరిల్లు సినిమాలోని బొమ్మని గీస్తే నీలా ఉంది పాట మొదలైంది.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"క్రీంకార్ పరిస్థితి ఏమైందో బ్రేక్ తర్వాత తెలుసుకుందాం."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"బ్రేక్ తర్వాత 30 మినిట్స్ కార్యక్రమానికి పునఃస్వాగతం. కుక్కుటేష్ ఇంకా మనతోనే ఉన్నారు. కుక్కుటేష్ చెప్పండి ఇప్పుడు అక్కడ పరిస్థితి ఎలా ఉంది?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"స్వప్న!! ఇక్కడ మీరు చూసినట్టైతే ఇప్పుడే క్రీంకార్‌ని స్ట్రెచర్‌పై తీసుకెళ్తున్నారు. పరిస్థితి ఏంటో మీకు ఈపాటికే అర్థం అయ్యింటుంది.&lt;br /&gt;ఇదంతా చూసి ఇక్కడి ప్రేక్షకులు  బొమ్మని గీస్తే లిరిక్స్‌ని ఈ క్రింది విధంగా మారిస్తే బాగుంటుందని అభిప్రాయ పడుతున్నారు."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;పందిని గీస్తే నీలా ఉంది...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;దగ్గరకొచ్చి ఓ ముద్దిమ్మంది.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;సర్లె పాపం అని దగ్గరికెల్తే..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;దాని బురదే నాపై చల్లింది...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ఆ కంపేదో నీకే ఇమ్మంది..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;కెమెరామ్యాన్  కపిలేష్‌తో కుక్కుటేష్ .. TV8 .. హైదరాబాద్ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఇలా న్యూస్ ఛానల్స్ చూస్తూ మా జనరల్ నాలెడ్జ్‌ని  పెంచుకొంటుండగా కాసేపటికి నరేష్ వాళ్ల అమ్మగారు ఒక ప్లేట్ తీసుకుని వచ్చారు. "ఇదిగో బాబు వెరైటీగా ఉంటుందని ఉప్పు, మిరియాల పొడి వేసి సున్నుండలు చేశాను" అని అన్నారు. నరేష్‌గాడు నావైపు చూసి వికటాట్టహాసం చేస్తూ ఇందాక మా అమ్మ, మీ అమ్మ ఫోన్‌లో మాట్లాడుకున్నారు అని చావు కబురు చల్లగా చెప్పాడు.&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/7621363752771598360-7285744632601311708?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7285744632601311708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=7285744632601311708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/7285744632601311708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/7285744632601311708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='చెప్పాల్సింది చాలా ఉంది.. చూడాల్సింది మిగిలే ఉంది'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-8865371295498317724</id><published>2009-07-14T18:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:41:46.291+05:30</updated><title type='text'>హై .. హై.. హైక్</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;మేనేజర్ పిలిచింది. అసలే బ్రేక్ అవుట్ ఏరియాలో క్యారమ్స్ స్ట్రైకర్ కనిపించట్లేదని ఆఫీస్ లో అందరూ బాగా కంగారుగా ఉన్నాము. నరేష్ గాడిని అనుమానిద్దామా అంటే..వాడు మా కంపెనీ కాదు. అయ్యిందేదో అయ్యింది.. ఇక ఆడటం మానేసి,కొంచం కష్టమైనా సరే ఆఫీస్ పని చేద్దాం అని డిసైడ్ అయ్యి ఎవరి క్యుబికల్ కి వాళ్లు వెళ్లిపోయాం. ఇంతలో ఈవిడ పిలిచింది. అసలే రిసెషన్ ..ఏ బాంబు పేలుస్తుందో ఏమొ అని భయపడుతూ, లాప్ టాప్ wallpaperలో ఉన్న ఐశ్వర్యరాయ్ ఫోటోని, మొబైల్ wallpaperలో ఉన్న గర్ల్ ఫ్రెండ్ ఫోటోని కళ్లకద్దుకుని మా మేనేజర్ దగ్గరికి వెళ్లాను.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"హాయ్ భరత్ !! Last year నీ పర్ఫార్మెన్స్ గురించి మాట్లాడటానికి పిలిచాను. బాగా వర్క్ చేశావ్. ఇంకా బాగా వర్క్ చేయాలి. అలాగే నువ్వు ఇంప్రూవ్  చేసుకోవాల్సిన విషయాలు కొన్ని ఉన్నాయి. అవి assertiveness..taking ownership..leadership skills..." అంటూ నాకు అర్థంకాని  నాలుగైదు పదాలు చెప్పింది. చివరగా.."నీ పర్ఫార్మెన్స్ కి మెచ్చి కంపెనీ నీకు భారీగా హైక్ ఇచ్చింది." అని అంది.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అప్పటి వరకు చెప్పిన విషయాల్లో "భారీగా" అన్న మాట తప్ప నాకు ఇంకేదీ వినిపించలేదు. వెంటనే జేబులో ఉన్న ఆకు, వక్క తీసి మేనేజర్ ముందు పెట్టి, చేతిలో కర్పూరం వెలిగించి హారతి ఇచ్చాను. నా భక్తికి పరవశించిపోయి మా మేనేజర్ కళ్లనీళ్లు పెట్టుకుంటూ ఇదిగో నీకు వచ్చిన &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0.01545%&lt;/span&gt; హైక్ అని ఒక ఎన్వలప్ చేతిలో పెట్టింది. నా చేతిలో వెలుగుతున్న కర్పూరం మేనేజర్ చేతిలోకి ట్రాన్స్‌ఫర్ చెయ్యటం.. మరో జేబులో ఉన్న కత్తి తీసి టేబుల్ మీద గుచ్చటం.. నేను టేబుల్ పైకి ఎక్కటం.. మూడూ ఒకేసారి జరిగాయి. ఎక్కిన వాడిని ఊరికే ఉండకుండా, ఆర్.నారాయణమూర్తి సినిమాలో సైడ్ డ్యాన్సర్స్‌లాగా పూనకం వచ్చినట్టు ఎగిరాను. దెబ్బకి మేనేజర్ టేబుల్ కింద దాక్కుంది. కాసేపటికి టేబుల్ కిందనుంచే తెల్ల ఖర్చీఫ్ ఊపుతూ , "భరత్!! పైనుంచి అంతే విదిల్చారు. నేను ఇంతకంటే ఏం చెయ్యలేను" అంటూ నేను ఇచ్చిన ఆకు, వక్క మళ్లీ నా చేతిలో పెట్టింది. ఇక చేసేదేమి లేక నా క్యుబికల్‌కి వచ్చేశాను.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అయినా నాలో నిద్రపోతున్న ఎర్ర సినిమా హీరో మేల్కొనడానికి కారణం నాకు తక్కువ హైక్ వచ్చినందుకు కాదు. ఎప్పుడూ వర్క్ ఫ్రం హోం చేస్తూ అప్పుడప్పుడు ఆఫీస్‌కి వచ్చి కష్టపడి క్యారమ్స్ ఆడుతూ వీలైనప్పుడు వర్క్ చేసే నాకంటే, రోజుకు 26 గంటలూ ఆఫీస్ పని మాత్రమే చేసే నా కొలీగ్ కి ఎక్కువగా .. అంటే &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0.02406%&lt;/span&gt; ఇచ్చింది. ఆ అవమానాన్ని భరిస్తూ  తనతో కలిసి పని చెయ్యటంకంటే పక్క టీంకి వెళ్లిపోవడం మంచిదనిపించింది. కాని ఆ టీంలో అందరూ రోజుకి 28 గంటలు ఆఫీస్ పని చేస్తారని తెలిసి నా ఆలోచనని వచ్చే రిలీజ్‌కి డిఫర్ చేసి ఇక ఈసారి ఎలాగైనా సరే నా కొలీగ్ ని అంతసేపు పనిచెయ్యించకూడదని ప్రతిజ్ణ చేశాను.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఈ "భారీ" హైక్‌లతో ఆఫీస్ అంతా గందరగోలంగా ఉంది. డిప్రెషన్‌లో ఎవరికి తోచిన పని వాళ్లు చేస్తున్నారు. ఒకడు నెట్‌వర్క్ కేబుల్‌తో ఉరేసుకోవడానికి ట్రై చేస్తుంటే మరొకడు అంత కష్టం ఎందుకని కిందికెళ్లి కాంటీన్‌లో లెమన్ రైస్ తెచ్చుకున్నాడు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ఇవన్నీ చూసి బెంగళూరులో నేను కొన్న "ఆత్మహత్యకు అరవై దారులు" పుస్తకం గుర్తొచ్చింది. అందులో కూడా ఇలాగే ఆత్మహత్య చేసుకోవటానికి చిత్ర విచిత్రమైన దారులు ఇచ్చాడు. ఉదాహరణకి ,"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;బేగంపేట్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ఆనంద్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;థియేటర్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;దగ్గర&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;రోడ్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;క్రాస్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;చెయ్యటం&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ద్వారా&lt;/span&gt;". ఇది మాత్రం నిజం. కావాలంటే అక్కడ ID కార్డ్స్ ని అడ్డంగా వేసుకొని తిరిగే సాఫ్ట్ వేర్  ఇంజనీర్లని అడగండి(ఎవరో అర్థమైందనుకుంటా? :-)). మామూలుగా అక్కడ ఇటువైపునుంచి అటువైపుకు రోడ్ క్రాస్ చెయ్యటానికి పది నిమిషాలు పడుతుంది. అదే మాంచి  పీక్ టైం లో అయితే అర్థగంటలో దాటెయ్యొచ్చు. విశేషమేంటంటే,అందమైన అమ్మాయితో కలిసి క్రాస్ చేస్తున్నారనుకోండి 100kmph స్పీడ్ లో వచ్చేవాడు 20kmphకి  తగ్గించి అమ్మాయి దాటగానే మళ్లీ 100కి పెంచి, అమ్మాయికి చిన్న స్మైల్ ఇచ్చి, పనిలోపనిగా  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;మనల్ని&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; గుద్దేసి వెళ్లిపోతాడు.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;కాబట్టి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; .. ఈసారి మీ గర్ల్‌ఫ్రెండ్‌తో కలిసి అక్కడ రోడ్ క్రాస్ చెయ్యటానికి ట్రై చెయ్యండి. తను అందంగా ఉందో లేదో తెలిసిపోతుంది. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;సరే సరే .. బ్యాక్ టు ఆఫీస్...ఈ గందరగోలంలో అనౌన్స్‌మెంట్ స్పీకర్‌నుంచి ఖతర్నాక్ సినిమాలోని "దోమ కుడితె చికన్ గునియా..ప్రేమ పుడితె సుఖంగునియ"అనే పాట మొదలైంది. ఈ పాట పెట్టారంటే ఖచ్చితంగా అగ్ని ప్రమాదం,భూకంపం కంటే పెను ప్రమాదం జరిగుంటుందని అందరికి అర్థమైంది. అంతే, బాలక్రిష్ణ సినిమా ఇంటర్వెల్‌లో గేట్లు తీసినప్పుడు ప్రజలు ప్రాణాలు అరచేతిలో పెట్టుకుని పారిపోయినట్టు, ఆఫీసులో దిక్కుకొకరు పరుగెత్తారు. ఇదే కరెక్ట్ టైం అని సగం మంది బ్యాగు మొత్తం సర్దుకొని పరుగెత్తారు. ఆ సగం మందిలో నేను ఉన్నానో లేదో చెప్పుకోండి చూద్దాం?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;కాసేపటికి పాట ఆగిపోయి మరో అనౌన్స్‌మెంట్ వచ్చింది. "క్షమించాలి.. ఇందాక మీరు అలర్ట్‌గా ఉన్నారో లేదో టెస్ట్ చెయ్యటానికి ఆ పాట పెట్టాము. ఎవరి పనులు వారు చేసుకోవచ్చు." . హమ్మయ్య..  దాసరి నారాయణరావు స్పీచ్ ఇస్తున్నప్పుడు కరెంట్ పోతే కలిగే అమితానందం అందరి ముఖంలో కనిపించింది.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( పాట పెట్టిన వాడిని ఆ తర్వాత బయటకు లాగి చితకబాదారు.. అది వేరే విషయం..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;అయినా బ్యాగు సర్దుకొన్న తర్వాత కూడా మళ్లీ వెనక్కు వెళ్లి ఆఫీస్‌లో కూర్చునేంత అమాయకుడిని కాదు నేను. అందుకే, సర్దుకొన్న బ్యాగు సంకలో పెట్టుకొని ఇంటికెళ్లిపోతున్నా.. వర్క్ ఫ్రం హోం చెయ్యటానికి.. ఉంటా :-)&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/7621363752771598360-8865371295498317724?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8865371295498317724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=8865371295498317724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/8865371295498317724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/8865371295498317724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='హై .. హై.. హైక్'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-5165119900476006929</id><published>2009-06-23T01:26:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:08:33.161+05:30</updated><title type='text'>స..రి..గ..మ..ప..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;బ్లాగ్ రాసి చాలా రోజులైంది. కొంచెం బిజీగా ఉన్నాను. అంటే.. నిజంగానే బిజీగా ఉన్నాను. సరే మరి ఏ విషయం గురించి రాద్దాం అని ఆలోచిస్తుండగా ఇవాళ (Jun 21st) ప్రపంచ సంగీత దినోత్సవం అని తెలిసింది.అంతే .. నాలో నిద్రపోతున్న కళాకారుడిని, మొహమ్మీద బకెట్ నీళ్లు పోసి లేపాను. ఇక  లేచిన వాడు ఊరికే ఉండక ఇలా బ్లాగు రాసి మీ మీదకు వదులుతున్నాడు. విషయమేంటంటే, నాకు ఇష్టమైన కొన్ని పాటలు, అందులో నచ్చిన లిరిక్స్ గురించి వ్రాయాలనుకుంటున్నాను. మీకు ఓపిక ఉంటే చదవండి.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;గమనిక: ఇందులో ఎక్కువగా సిరివెన్నెలగారి పాటలే ఉంటాయి మరియు విరహ గీతాలు ఎక్కువగా ఉంటాయి. మరొక విషయం .. ఇవి నాకు ఇష్టమైన పాటలు. మీకు నచ్చొచ్చు నచ్చకపోవొచ్చు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.పాట: కళ్లలోకి కళ్లు పెట్టి చూడవెందుకు&lt;br /&gt; సినిమా: నువ్వేకావాలి&lt;br /&gt; రచయిత: సిరివెన్నెల&lt;br /&gt;" 'మనం' అన్నది ఒకే మాటని నాకిన్నాళ్లు తెలుసు. నువ్వూ నేను ఇద్దరున్నామంటె నమ్మనంటు ఉంది మనసు " .           ఒకరిలో ఒకరిగా కలిసిపోయిన ప్రాణస్నేహితులు విడిపోతుంటే  వచ్చే ఈ పాటవిన్న  ప్రతిసారి నా కళ్లలో నీళ్లు వస్తాయి.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. పాట: నమ్మక తప్పని నిజమైనా నువ్విక రావని చెబుతున్నా ఎందుకు వినదో నా మది ఇపుడైన.&lt;br /&gt; సినిమా: బొమ్మరిళ్లు&lt;br /&gt; రచయిత: సిరివెన్నెల&lt;br /&gt;"నా వెనువెంట నీవే లేకుండా రోజూ చూసిన ఏ చోటైనా నను గుర్తిస్తుందా" ... ఈ లిరిక్స్ విన్నప్పుడు నాకు నేను గుర్తొస్తాను.మరొకరికి కూడా నేను గుర్తొస్తాను .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;మరీ ఏడుపు పాటలు ఉన్నట్టున్నాయి కదా. కాసేపు ట్రెండ్ మారుద్దాం.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. పాట: ఏమంటారో నాకు నీకున్న ఇదినీ .&lt;br /&gt; సినిమా: గుడుంబా శంకర్&lt;br /&gt; రచయిత: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;చంద్రబోస్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ఇష్ట కష్టాలని ఇపుడేమంటారో.. ఈ మోహమాటాలని మరి ఏమంటారో&lt;br /&gt; స్వల్ప భారాలని ఇపుడేమంటారో.. సమీప దూరాలని అసలేమంటారో" ..  ఇలా మొదటి చరణం లో ఏమంటారో        అంటూ ప్రేమ గురించి చెప్తే.. రెండో చరణం లో&lt;br /&gt;"నాలొ నువ్వునీ.. ఇక నీలో నేనునీ ..&lt;br /&gt;మాకే మేమనీ మన దారే మనదనీ" అంటూ పెళ్లి గురించి చెప్తాడు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. పాట: ఒకే ఒక మాట మదిలోన దాగుంది మౌనంగా  .&lt;br /&gt; సినిమా: చక్రం&lt;br /&gt; రచయిత: సిరివెన్నెల&lt;br /&gt;"నీ అడుగై నడవడమే పయనమన్నది పాదం..&lt;br /&gt;నిను విడిచి బతకడమే మరణమన్నది ప్రాణం"  ... నువు లేనిదే నేను లేనని మీ ప్రేయసికి ఇంతకంటే అందంగా ఎలా చెప్పగలరు..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. పాట: గుమ్మాడి గుమ్మాడి ఆడిందంటే అమ్మాడి .&lt;br /&gt;సినిమా: డాడీ&lt;br /&gt;రచయిత: సిరివెన్నెల&lt;br /&gt;"నా తల్లివి నువ్వో నీ తండ్రిని నేనో.. ఎవరినెవరు లాలిస్తున్నారో"  తండ్రీకూతుళ్ల మధ్య ఉన్న ప్రేమను ఇంత అందంగా సిరివెన్నెలగారే చెప్పగలరు.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. పాట: ఎగిరే.. ఎగిరే . &lt;br /&gt;సినిమా: కొంచెం ఇష్టం కొంచెం కష్టం &lt;br /&gt;రచయిత: చంద్రబోస్&lt;br /&gt;"ఈ క్షణమే సంబరం..ఈ క్షణమే శాశ్వతం.. ఈ క్షణమే జీవితం.. తెలిసిందీ ఈ క్షణం "  ... ఇందులో నచ్చటానికి ఏముంది అనుకుంటున్నారా.. ఒకసారి ఆ పాట చూడండి.. సినిమాలో అప్పటి వరకు రిజర్వ్డ్ గా ఉన్న హీరోయిన్ .."ఈ క్షణమే జీవితం.. తెలిసిందీ ఈ క్షణం" అని రాగానే.. గొడుగు విసిరేసి వర్షం లో తడుస్తూ అందరితో కలిసిపోతుంది. లిరిక్స్ కి తగినట్టు పాట తీయడం.. అలా తీయగలిగేటట్టు పాట వ్రాయటం నాకు నచ్చింది.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. పాట: కళ్లలోన నువ్వు..గుండెల్లోన నువ్వు. &lt;br /&gt; సినిమా: నా ప్రాణంకంటే ఎక్కువ (ఈ సినిమా పేరు కూడా చాలా మంది విని ఉండరు.)&lt;br /&gt; రచయిత: శశి ప్రీతం&lt;br /&gt; "ఈ జన్మకు నువు కాదంటే .. వచ్చే జన్మన్నా.. అది కూడా నువు కాదంటే.. జన్మను వద్దన్నా".. లవ్ ఫెయిల్  అయిన వాళ్ల కోసం చాలా పాటలు వచ్చాయి.. అందులో ఇదీ ఒకటి... అలాగే ఈ సినిమాలో "నిన్నే చూశాక" అని సునీత పాడిన పాట కూడా బాగుంటుంది..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. పాట: కిట కిట తలుపులు  ... &lt;br /&gt; సినిమా: మనసంతా నువ్వే   &lt;br /&gt; రచయిత: సిరివెన్నెల&lt;br /&gt; "కంట తడి నాడూ నేడు... చెంప తడిమిందీ చూడు.. చెమ్మలో ఎదో తేడా కనిపించలేదా?"..  ప్రేమికులు విడీపోయేప్పుడు వచ్చే కన్నీటిని.. మళ్లీ కలిసినప్పుడు వచ్చే ఆనందభాష్పాలనీ .. ' చెమ్మలో ఏదో తేడా కనిపించలేదా? ' అంటూ ఒకే వ్యాఖ్యం లో చెప్పడం చాలా చాలా నచ్చింది.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. పాట: చిట్టి నడుమునే చూస్తున్నా ... &lt;br /&gt; సినిమా: గుడుంబా శంకర్  &lt;br /&gt; రచయిత: సిరివెన్నెల&lt;br /&gt;  ఈ పాటలో అంతా బాగుంటుంది. ఎక్కడా ద్వంద్వార్థాలు లేకుండా .."నిను నిమరకా నా పుట్టుక పూర్తవదు కదా అలివేణి"  .. అంటూ అమ్మాయి నడుము వర్ణించటం సిరివెన్నెలగారికే సాధ్యం.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. పాట: మనోహరా  ... &lt;br /&gt; సినిమా: చెలి &lt;br /&gt; రచయిత: భువనచంద్ర&lt;br /&gt; ఈ పాట లేకుండా నా లిస్ట్ పూర్తవదు. ఇందులో చెప్పుకోవటానికి అద్భుతమైన లిరిక్స్ ఏం లేవు. కానీ, హారిస్ జయరాజ్ సంగీతం .. Bombay జయశ్రీ గానం ... డబ్బింగ్ సినిమా అయినప్పటికీ భువనచంద్రగారు రాసిన మంచి వ్యాఖ్యాలు.. ఇవన్నీ కలిసి నాకు ఈ పాట అంటే ఇష్టమయ్యేలా&lt;br /&gt;చేశాయి.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఇవి  కొన్ని పాటలే.. ఇలా ఎన్నైనా రాస్తూ ఉండొచ్చు. ఇప్పటికి ఇక్కడ ఫుల్ స్టాప్ పెట్టి.. ఇక నుంచి నాకు బోర్ కొట్టినప్పుడంతా మరికొన్ని పాటల గురించి రాస్తుంటాను.. ఈ పోస్ట్ మీకు నచ్చితే.. ఇందులో చెప్పిన పాటలన్నీ మళ్లీ మళ్లీ వినండి. నచ్చకపోతే ఖతర్నాక్ సినిమాలోని "దోమ కుడితె చికన్ గునియా..ప్రేమ పుడితె సుఖంగునియ" అనే పాట ఒకసారి వినండి.. చచ్చూరుకుంటారు.. సెలవు. ఇందులో అచ్చుతప్పులుంటే మన్నించండి.&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/7621363752771598360-5165119900476006929?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5165119900476006929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=5165119900476006929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/5165119900476006929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/5165119900476006929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='స..రి..గ..మ..ప..'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-7970035609226558883</id><published>2009-01-22T20:54:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:50:52.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"ఆత్మహత్యకు అరవై దారులు" ... సరదాగా</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;హెచ్చరిక&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;నేను&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;రాసే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ప్రతి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;టపా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;కి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఒక&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;హెచ్చరిక&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఉంటుంది&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;అందుకనే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;హెచ్చరిక&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;అని&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;మొదలుపెట్టాను&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;కాని&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;విషయమేంటంటె&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఇందులో&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;హెచ్చరించటానికి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఏమి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;లేదు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;పొద్దుపోక&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;రాస్తున్నాను&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;అంతే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;మొన్నామధ్య&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;టీవీలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రముఖ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రాజకీయవేత్త&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span&gt;బహుభాషాకోవిధుడు&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span&gt;అయిన&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నందమూరి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తారకరత్న&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span&gt;ఎవరో&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;తెలుసుగా&lt;/span&gt;?) &lt;span&gt;ఇంటర్వ్యూ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వచ్చింది&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;అందులో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వ్యాఖ్యాత&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అడిగే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రశ్నలకి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వీడి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తలతిక్క&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సమాధానాలు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;విని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఆత్మహత్యకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సులువైన&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; మార్గం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఏమిటి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అనే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఆలోచన&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వచ్చింది&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;నాకెలాగూ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రాక్తికల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసుకొనే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ధైర్యం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లేదు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాబట్టి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;విషయంలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రెగులర్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రాక్టీస్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసే&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;ఇప్పటికే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రెండుమూడుసార్లు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ట్రై&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసిన&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నరేష్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గాడితో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఒకసారి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మాట్లాడటానికి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నిర్ణయించుకున్నాను&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;నరేష్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గాడి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;విషయం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వచ్చింది&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాబట్టి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వాడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఎందుకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సూసైడ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ట్రై&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసాడో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తెలుసుకుందాం&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ఎలా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేశాడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అనేది&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కూడా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తెలియని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రహస్యం&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;మొదటి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రయత్నం&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span&gt;మా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నరేష్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గాడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఎవరితోనైనా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మాట్లాడాలనుకుంటే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మిస్స్డ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇస్తాడు&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;కొంచెం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అర్జెంట్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అయితే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రెండు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సార్లు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మిస్స్డ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇస్తాడు&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ఇక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మరీ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ముఖ్యమైన&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;విషయమైతే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఎదుటివాళ్లు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసేవరకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మిస్స్డ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాల్స్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇస్తూనే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; ఉంటాడు&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;అలాంటిది&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఒకసారి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వాడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసినపుడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పొరపాటున&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లిఫ్ట్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసేసా&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;అంతే&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;మా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వాడి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గుండె&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పగిలిపోయింది&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;కోపం&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span&gt;బాధ&lt;/span&gt;  , &lt;span&gt;ఫ్రస్ట్రేషన్&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ఎవరి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మీద&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూపించాలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఎలా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూపించాలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తెలీక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఆత్మహత్య&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసుకోవాలని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నిర్ణయించుకున్నాడు&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;రెండో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రయత్నం&lt;/span&gt; :  &lt;span&gt;మా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;బీటెక్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లొ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కోమల&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అనే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఒక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కసక్కు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఉండేది&lt;/span&gt;.(        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఒరేయ్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;తప్పురా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;లెక్చరర్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ని&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;కత్తి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;కసక్కు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;అనకూడదు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) &lt;span&gt;ఆమెను&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూసి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నరేష్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గాడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మొదటి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూపులోనే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రేమలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పడ్డాడు&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ఆమె&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పాఠం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చెప్తుంటే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వాడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఎప్పుడు&lt;/span&gt; 45 deg &lt;span&gt;యాంగిల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లోకూర్చుని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లైన్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వేసేవాడు&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఎందుకలా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;అని&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;అడక్కండి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;అదంతే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ). &lt;span&gt;అలా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కొంతకాలం&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; గడిచాక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రపోజ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేద్దామని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;డిసైడ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అయ్యి&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;మదనపల్లె&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పెద్ద&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మసీద్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దగ్గర&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కొన్న&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అత్తరు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పూసుకొని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;శివాలయం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;స్వామి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దగ్గర&lt;/span&gt; 5:45&lt;span&gt;కి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ముహుర్తం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పెట్టించుకుని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సైకిల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కోమల&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇంటికి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;బయల్దేరాడు&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;కాని&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;దారిలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కోమల&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రజనిల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రాజ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అనే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గొట్టం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గాడి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేతిలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చెయ్యివేసి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వెళ్లటం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూసి&lt;/span&gt;(   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;లెక్చరర్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ని&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;గొట్టం&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;అనటం&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;కూడా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;తప్పే&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) &lt;span&gt;నరేష్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గాడి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గుండె&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మళ్ళీ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పగిలింది&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;పక్కనే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఉన్న&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పంక్చర్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;షాప్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గుండెకి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఒక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పాచ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వేయించుకుని&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;సైకిల్ని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;హాఫ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రేట్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అమ్మేసి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వాడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అస్తమిస్తున్న&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;సూర్యుడి&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;వైపు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అలా&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;నడుచుకుంటూ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వెళ్లిపోయాడు&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ఇలా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చెప్పుకుంటూ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పోతే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నరేష్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గాడి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;జీవితం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఎన్నో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;విషాదగాథలు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మరెన్నో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గుండెల్ని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పిండేసే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సందర్భాలు&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span&gt;ఇలా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;జరిగిన&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ప్రతీసారి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వాడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సూసైడ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ట్రై&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చెయ్యటం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అది&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మిస్సవ్వటం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మామూలే&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;కాకపొతే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;విషయంలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నేనైనా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సక్సస్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అవుతానేమొ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూద్దామని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఎలా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ట్రై&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేస్తున్నాడో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తెలుసుకోవటానికి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నేనే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వాడికి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేశాను&lt;/span&gt;("&lt;span&gt; నేనే&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;వాడికి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాల్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;చేశాను&lt;/span&gt;  "... &lt;span&gt;ఇది&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఒత్తి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పలకండి&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ట్రింగ్&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;ట్రింగ్&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;హలో&lt;/span&gt; !! &lt;span&gt;రేయ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రవిగా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఎలా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఉన్నావ్&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నీయబ్బ&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;నేను&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;భరత్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ని&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ఓహ్&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;నువ్వా&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ఇందాక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రవిగాడికి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మిస్డ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇచ్చా&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span&gt;వాడేనేమొ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అనుకున్నా&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;!@$%$% .. &lt;span&gt;సర్లే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాని&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;నేను&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సూసైడ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసుకోవాలనుకుంటున్నా&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ఓహ్&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;కంగ్రాట్స్&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ఎన్నోసారి&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;నీ&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span&gt;నేను&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నీలాగ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాదురా&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;సరే&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;span&gt;సరే&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;అలా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఐతే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నువ్వు&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span&gt; ఆత్మహత్యకు&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span&gt;అరవై&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దారులు&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span&gt;అనే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పుస్తకం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చదువు&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;నేను&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కూడా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అందులో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఉన్నవే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ట్రై&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేస్తుంటా&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;అందుకేనా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇంకా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఉన్నావు&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;అలా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాదురా&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పనిచెయ్యలేదు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నీకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేస్తుందేమో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూడు&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;సరేలే&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span&gt;నేను&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ట్రై&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేస్తా&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;గుడ్&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;అలాగే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నీకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఏ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దారి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పనిచేసిందో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చెప్పు&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ఒరేయ్&lt;/span&gt; !@$%$%... &lt;span&gt;పెట్రా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఫోను&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;సరే&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;ఇక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పుస్తకం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పేరు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తెలిసింది&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాబట్టి&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span&gt;అందులో&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;ఏముందో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తెలుసుకుందామని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అది&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కొనటానికి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;బెంగుళూరు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సెకండ్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;హ్యాండ్&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;పుస్తకాలు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దొరికే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అవెన్యూ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;రోడ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వెళ్లా&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ఒక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;షాప్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వెళ్లి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అడిగా&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;బాబు&lt;/span&gt;!! "&lt;span&gt; ఆత్మహత్యకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అరవై&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దారులు&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span&gt;అనే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పుస్తకం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఉందా&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;మీరు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సాఫ్ట్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వేర్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇంజనీరా&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;అంటే&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;ఈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మధ్య&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వాళ్లే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పుస్తకాన్ని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఎక్కువగా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అడుగుతున్నారు&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span&gt;అందుకే&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span&gt;అడిగాను&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span&gt;ఇదిగోండి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పుస్తకం&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ఛీ&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span&gt;ఎదవ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;బతుకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మనసులో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అనుకుని&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;నేనేం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సాఫ్ట్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వేర్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇంజనీర్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కాదు&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;ఇంతకీ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఈ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పుస్తకంలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఉన్న&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దారులు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పనిచేస్తాయా&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;ఏదైనా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఫీడ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;బ్యాక్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూసి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కొనటం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అలవాటు&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;సక్సస్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఫుల్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సూసైడ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చేసుకున్నవాళ్లు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఎవరైనా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇందులో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఫీడ్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;బ్యాక్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇచ్చారా&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span&gt; అని&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;అడిగా&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;వాడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వైపు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;విచిత్రంగా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూసి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వెకిళిగా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నవ్వాడు&lt;/span&gt;.(        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఒరేయ్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;తింగరోడా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;సక్సస్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఫుల్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;గా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;సూసైడ్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;చేసుకున్నవాళ్లు&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఫీడ్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;బ్యాక్&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఎలా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ఇస్తార్రా&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;అన్న&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;భావం&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;వాడి&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;నవ్వులో&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;కనిపించింది&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ) &lt;span&gt;నిజం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చెప్పండి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సార్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మీరు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సాఫ్ట్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వేర్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇంజనీరే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కదా&lt;/span&gt;?  &lt;span&gt;అని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మళ్లీ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;అడిగాడు&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ఇక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;దాచటం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;కష్టమనిపించి&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span&gt; అవును&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span&gt;అని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చెప్పి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పుస్తకం&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లాక్కొని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వెనక్కి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తిరిగి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చూడకుండా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;వచ్చేసాను&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ఇంతకీ&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;ఆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పుస్తకంలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఏముంది&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span&gt;ప్చ్&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;ఏమో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇపుడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చదివే&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఓపిక&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నాకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;లేదు&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;అది&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;తీరిగ్గా&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చదివి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;నెక్స్ట్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;టపాలో&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చెప్తా&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;అంతవరకు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;సెలవు&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;మరచిపోయా&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span&gt;నరేష్&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గాడు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పార్టీకి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;పిలిచాడు&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;వాడి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;గురించి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ఇన్ని&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;మంచి&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;విషయాలు&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;చెప్పినందుకు&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/7621363752771598360-7970035609226558883?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7970035609226558883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=7970035609226558883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/7970035609226558883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/7970035609226558883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='&quot;ఆత్మహత్యకు అరవై దారులు&quot; ... సరదాగా'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-2877589100096387244</id><published>2008-12-19T16:06:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:50:24.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Need a break...</title><content type='html'>seems like I ran out of ideas.. or may be ran out of memories. Also, lost my touch in writing good posts. Well.. how did I know that.. coz.. posts are piling up in the "Not Published" folder on my laptop. I wrote 3 posts and dint publish them as I felt they aren't upto the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. time to take a break... meet u soon.. hopefully in the new year. This year will be a forgettable one for me. Nothing to cherish other than July 12th and 13th. And ofcourse I have to keep in my mind abt dadz health condition. Oh.. yeah.. I'll also remember that little stupid who made scratches on my bike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-2877589100096387244?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2877589100096387244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=2877589100096387244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/2877589100096387244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/2877589100096387244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/need-break.html' title='Need a break...'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-6147871428120311345</id><published>2008-12-01T14:55:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:28:16.367+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indian team was ruthless….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;: This one is for cricket lovers. If u aren’t one among them, u may feel bored reading this post :-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indian team was ruthless against England. &lt;/span&gt;“ – Peter Roebuck, after India taking a 4-0 lead in the ongoing series.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know how we will combat India. They are playing fantastic, fearless cricket, and we will have to produce something special to beat them.&lt;/span&gt;" –KP, after England lost to India in the 5th match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As a diehard Cricket fan, especially of Indian Cricket, I was really happy to hear this. Since I started watching cricket I rarely got a chance to correlate Indian team with words like confident, consistent, comprehensive, fearless, aggressive and so on. Probably, I can do that now. Hmmm… may be too early to say but still, beating the world champions 2-0 in test series and  England 5-0 in ODIs is not an ordinary task. Remember, England were on a high after beating SA both in tests and ODIs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 90s, Indian cricket was nothing but Sachin. India won because of Sachin and lost because of Sachin. His' play brought such a crazy impact on spectators (and the guys in the dressing room) that there are times when people used to think like..everything goes India's way if Sachin stays at the crease, no matter if he scores runs or not.Though there was enough talent in players like Azhar, Jadeja, Kambli etc., they all played around Sachin. And most importantly the team lacked consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dada taking over the captaincy brought a lil change. He was ready to challenge the opposition on and off the field. Itz under his captaincy that the young cricketers like Yuvraj, Kaif , RP Singh were groomed. He really backed them well under crucial situations. But the team was lacking an important quality to pluck the top position from the Aussies…. Yes…. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Killer Instinct&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The aussies never give up on any match. If they win a match by 150 runs, in the next match they’ll try to win by 151 runs. If in a series of 5 ODIs they lead by 3-0, they’ll try to extend that lead to 5-0. They demoralize the opposition with their play(with their talk as well ;) ) in such a way that the opposition would even forget the basics of cricket. That special quality helped the aussies to retain the top position, both in Tests and ODIs, for almost 12 years. I can sense such a killer instinct now in our Indian Team, led by Dhoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The best thing I like about Dhoni is his temperament. He rarely shows his emotions on his face. Within a short period as a captain he has impressed almost everyone.. not just with his tactics but with his attitude as well. Have you ever seen a captain allowing a retiring senior pro to lead the team for couple of overs.? Thatz just an awesome gesture. Just to let u know how Dhoni sees the lighter side of a tense situation….. In the 4th ODI against Eng, Gambhir was fumbling every ball coming his way. Finally he got hold of a catch(of course in the 2nd attempt :-)) and Dhoni came across to him and gave his gloves and indicated to keep it with himself. He knows how to handle the team in every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   With the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; knowledge I have in cricket, I can sense that Indian team is in able hands. Youngsters like RohitSharma, GautamGambhir, SureshRaina, IshanthSharma are still on a learning curve. Selectors need to persist with them even if they fail in couple of matches. I should definitely mention about RohitSharma. Hez a serious talent. If at all therz someone who can fill in Sachin’s shoes, Rohit will be the front runner. Hez going through a rough patch now. But I’m sure he’ll be back with a bang. After all, as Boycott says “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Form is temporary, Class is permanent&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. I have completed the post without talking about my swt lil kid at any instance.. great.. keep it up.. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-6147871428120311345?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6147871428120311345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=6147871428120311345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/6147871428120311345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/6147871428120311345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/warning-this-one-is-for-cricket-lovers.html' title='Indian team was ruthless….'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-5697287948731438994</id><published>2008-11-19T15:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:10:48.104+05:30</updated><title type='text'>బెంగుళూరులో అంతే</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;హెచ్చరిక: ఈ పోస్ట్ "తెలుగు" అనే భాషలో వ్రాయబడింది. hey dude .. wassup mate... cool... లాంటి పదాలకు అలవాటు పడిన సాఫ్ట్ వేర్ ఇంజనీర్లు దయచేసి తెలుగు ని గుర్తుతెచ్చుకొని  ఈ పోస్ట్ చదవండి.&lt;br /&gt;ఈ పోస్ట్ తెలుగులో వ్రాయటానికి రెండు కారణాలు ఉన్నాయి.&lt;br /&gt;1. ఇంత వరకు నేను ఒక్క పోస్ట్ కూడా తెలుగు లో వ్రాయలేదు.&lt;br /&gt;2. మొదటి పాయింట్నే మళ్లీ చదవండి.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;కొన్ని పర్సనల్ reasons వల్ల నేను temporary గా బెంగుళూరు ఆఫీసు నుంచి వర్క్ చేస్తున్నాను. నాకు ముందు నుంచి ఎందుకో &lt;span&gt;బెంగుళూరు&lt;/span&gt; నచ్చదు. కారణాలు అడిగితే చెప్పలేను. బహుశా ఆ కారణాలు తెలుసుకోవడానికే ఇక్కడి నుంచి వర్క్ చేస్తున్నానేమో.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;మొదటి రోజు ఆఫీసుకు త్వరగా వెళ్దామని early మార్నింగ్ 9:30 కి లేచి రెడీ అయ్యాను. దేశంలో ఏమి జరుగుతోందో తెలుసుకుందామని న్యూస్ ఛానల్ పెట్టాను. అందులో ఒకడు ఎదురుగా laptop పెట్టుకొని వారం రోజుల క్రితం జరిగిన తాజా న్యూస్ చదువుతున్నాడు. కాసేపటికి suit వేసుకున్నావిడ వచ్చి గోడ మీదున్న ఇండియా మ్యాపును చూపిస్తూ వాతావరణ వివరాలు చెప్పటం మొదలుపెట్టింది. ముఖ్యంగా బెంగుళూరులో, ఆరు నూరైన, ఇలియానా రాశి ఆయినా , వర్షం మాత్రం పడదు అని చెప్పింది. సరే అని ఆఫీసుకు బయలుదేరాను. బాగా ఎండగా ఉంది. పర్లేదు ఈ మధ్య న్యూస్లో కూడా నిజాలు చెప్తున్నారు అని అనుకొంటుండగా మా పక్క రూమ్లో ఉన్న మలయాళం వాడు పెద్ద జెర్కిన్ వేసుకొని బయటకు వచ్చాడు. వాడిని చూసి "పిచ్చివాడా" అని తెలుగులో నవ్వుకున్నాను. వాడు కూడా నన్ను చూసి మలయాళంలో అదోలా నవ్వాడు. ఒక గంట తర్వాత ఆఫీసులో ఉన్నాను... తడిసిన బట్టలతో. అప్పుడు తెలిసింది వాడి మలయాళం నవ్వుకు అర్థం ఏమిటో. Basic గా బెంగుళూరు లో ఒక థియరీ ఉంది. ఏంటంటే , మనం ఎప్పుడైతే వర్షం పడదు అనుకుంటామో అప్పుడు పడుతుంది. ఎప్పుడైతే పడుతుంది అనుకుంటామో అప్పుడు కూడా పడుతుంది.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last weekend సినిమాకు వెళ్దామని నా ఫ్రెండ్తో బైక్ లో బయల్దేరాను. దారిలో ఏదో కన్నడ పోస్టరులో ("ఏదో" అనేది కన్నడ సినిమా పేరనుకుంటే మీ ఖర్మ) హన్సిక నడుము మీద వాడెవడో చెయ్యివేసి నిల్చున్నాడు. "ఎవడ్రవాడు బొచ్చు పీకేసిన బ్రాయిలర్ కోడిలా ఉన్నాడు ?" అని కన్నడ సినిమాలు చూసే నా తెలుగు ఫ్రెండ్ రవిగాడిని అడిగా. " వాడే ఇక్కడ top హీరో " అని అన్నాడు. ఓహో ఇక్కడ top అంటే ఇంత low నా అని అనిపించింది.( గమనిక: నేను ఇప్పుడు చెప్పిన విషయం ఇక్కడ అమ్మాయిలు వేసుకునే top కి కూడా వర్తిస్తుంది.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;మొన్నామధ్య ఊరి నుంచి వస్తూ Majesticలో దిగాను. రూంకి వెళ్ళటానికి రిచ్ గా ఉంటుందని volvo సిటి బస్ లో ఎక్కా. టికెట్ 35/- అన్నాడు( ఇంకో 35/- వేస్తే మళ్లీ మా ఊరికి వెల్లిపోవచ్చు). బస్సు వాయువేగంతో దూసుకుపోతోంది.ఇంతలో ట్రాఫిక్ సిగ్నల్ పడింది. అంతే... వెంటనే బస్సులో నుంచి అయిదారుమంది చకచకా కిందకు దిగి పక్కనే ఉన్న టీ కొట్టులోకి వెళ్లారు.వారిలో డ్రైవర్ కూడా ఉన్నాడు. ఒక 4506 సెకన్ల తర్వాత గ్రీన్ సిగ్నల్ పడటంతో డ్రైవర్ బస్ స్టార్ట్ చేశాడు. "ఏంటయ్యా next సిగ్నల్ దగ్గర కూడా టీ కి ఆపుతావ?" అని డ్రైవర్ ని అడిగా . "లేదు సార్.. అక్కడ టిఫిన్ బ్రేక్ ఉంటుంది" అని casualగా అన్నాడు. ఇలా టీలు టిఫిన్లు చేసుకుంటూ రెండు గంటల తర్వాత నా స్టాప్ దగ్గర దించాడు. ఏమైన ...బెంగుళూరు ట్రాఫిక్ సూపర్.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ఆగ్రా వెళ్లి తాజ్ మహల్ చూడకపోవటం ఎంత తప్పో బెంగుళూరు వెళ్లి Brigade road.. Forum చూడకపోవటం అంతే తప్పని ఎవరో అంటే .. సరే అని నేను, నరేష్ గాడు(పేరు మారుద్దాం &lt;span&gt;అనుకున్నా&lt;/span&gt;.. అవసరం లేదనిపించింది) Forum కి వెళ్లాం. అక్కడికి వెళ్లాక తెలిసింది బెంగుళూరు ఎంత పేద నగరమొ అని.ఫాపం..వేసుకోవటానికి  బట్టలు కూడా లేని వాళ్లు కనిపించారక్కడ. ఒకడు చినిగిపోయిన జీన్స్ వేసుకుంటె మరో అమ్మాయి ఒంటినిండా కప్పుకోవటానికి బట్టలు లేక చిన్న నిక్కర్ వేసుకొచ్చింది. సమాజ సేవకుడు, ఆపధ్భాందవుడు, పేదల పాలిట పెన్నిధి లాంటి బిరుదులకు మారుపేరైన మా నరేష్ గాడు కళ్లనీళ్లు పెట్టుకుంటూ ఆ అమ్మాయి దగ్గరకు వెళ్లి తన ప్యాంటు తీసివ్వబోయాడు. ఆ అమ్మాయి వాడి వైపు విచిత్రంగా,వింతగా,వికారంగా, ఇంకా వివిధ రకాలుగా చూసి .. విసురుగా అక్కడినించి వెళ్లిపోయింది."ఎందుకురా ఆ అమ్మాయి అలా చూసింది?" అని కళ్లు తుడుచుకుంటూ అడిగాడు నరేష్ గాడు. ఏం చెప్పాలో తెలీక "బెంగుళూరులో అంతే " అని చెప్పి అక్కడినించి తీసుకెళ్లిపోయా :-) .&lt;br /&gt;    Amidst all these things I still like bangalore for one obvious reason... She stays here.&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/7621363752771598360-5697287948731438994?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5697287948731438994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=5697287948731438994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/5697287948731438994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/5697287948731438994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='బెంగుళూరులో అంతే'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-4893653530857699623</id><published>2008-11-11T14:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:44:39.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More than a month…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;There are days when I never missed to meet her on her birthday...hmmm.. on &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;birthday. There are days when I travelled all the way from Hyderabad to Bangalore for no reason other than to see &lt;i style=""&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. Even if I had any reason, it mattered only after her. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Itz changed now. Its been more than a month since I came to Bangalore and we met only once and that too for the sake of one of our mutual friend. Sep 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; was the last day when I talked to her .. heartfully. From then, all our conversations were on SMS. Every nite she sends an SMS that she reached safely to home and I reply back to it. This became soooo mechanical that she just sends “Gud Nite .. Tc.. Bye” and I reply back saying “GN..tc..luv u.. bye”.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We were never in this situation in the past 10+ years. I know I’m majorly responsible for this. Or may be , my sweet lil kid!! Can I say &lt;i style=""&gt;we &lt;/i&gt;both are responsible for this situation? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Itz a tough time in my life. But the toughest time is yet to come. I’ll let you guys know about the reason for this situation and about the so called “toughest time in my life”, in one more post. I never wrote a post with tears rolling out of my eyes… oops.. guys shudn’t cry. I’m trying my best to not to do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-4893653530857699623?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4893653530857699623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=4893653530857699623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/4893653530857699623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/4893653530857699623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-than-month.html' title='More than a month…'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-5467586072037129096</id><published>2008-09-29T14:24:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:36:29.305+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some sweet lil memories with her</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style=""&gt;Warning: When I was in school I tend to hate History. Reason?.. god.. itz tough to remember dates. So, don’t try to remember the dates in this post coz they r in no way related to u and in no way useful to u.&lt;/i&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I saw her for the first time somewhere in Nov 1997. Looooong back.. right?. It took more than&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SOc6wa4cBxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WRAFqETem-w/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SOc6wa4cBxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WRAFqETem-w/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253232093875144466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a year to talk my first words with her. The two best things I liked about her, then and now are, her innocent face and her damn beautiful eyes. From then, it was a long memorable journey.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:123pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\ADMINI~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="sulu1"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In these 10 years, before taking every critical decision, I used to think of her.. like.. if I do this, can I be close to her? Or does this decision take me away from her? … I never revealed this craziness even to her. One such decision was coming back from Vikas Junior College to the college where she studied. The reason I said was ‘Home Sick’. My dad would have beaten me up if I had told the actual reason :-).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The 2 years of intermediate was good. One mistake I did was expressing my love to her in inter 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year, in an indirect way. I know, it was just out of infatuation. I laugh at myself when I think of it even now :-). We became good friends in 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year. Aug 10&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;, 2000, I dialed her number for the first time. I swear, my heartbeat doubled when I entered her home for the first time on 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Sep 2000. But her family members were really nice. On the last day of our inter, ie., on 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Apr 2001, she came to my home. I still have the paper in my wallet, on which she wrote,&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the golden sun is shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When of others you are thinking&lt;br /&gt;Just spare me a minute or toooo dear….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt bad when I didn’t get a good rank in EAMCET. She joined Btech in MITS and I had to go back to Vikas bcoz MITS doesn’t offer EAMCET longterm coaching :-). I used to call her on every Saturday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I received a letter from her on 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Apr 2002, with her best wishes for my EAMCET. I got a decent rank and had my first handshake with her on May 17, 2002. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No surprises. I joined in MITS. I know it would be a bit embarrassing to be her junior. Hell with that.. I just wanna b close to her. I definitely had a good time with her in Btech, though I had to bear the “Who the hell is this guy” kind of looks from her classmates :-). We saw our first movie on 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Nov 2002. Ofcourse it was not just we two, our school friends were there. I was asking her for a long time to come out with me and finally on 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Apr 2005 she did come to SnowDrops, the one hotspot for MITSians.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly I remembered that she was in her final sem. She will leave me soon. Yes, her family left to Bangalore on 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Sep 2005. Ufff.. I had to spend one more year in MITS minus my sweet lil kid :-( . This is the time when I realized that &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; love her. From then, it was just phone calls between us. On 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Feb 2006 she came all the way from Bangalore with a good news that shez selected for Satyam and had to report in Hyderabad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then, completion of my Btech, job hunt, travelling between Bangalore and Hyderabad, it just went on. But whenever I went to Hyd, we used to meet and have fun. When I decided to continue my job search staying at Hyd, she got a project in Bangalore and had to move there. Hmmm.. I wasn’t happy for myself but I was happy for her as she always wanted to stay with her family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are hell lot of dates to be mentioned where I had some good memories with her in Hyderabad. It needs one more post to type down all of them :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And ofcourse you all know about July 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 2008, of which I mentioned in my last post. Hmmm…you may feel..” why the hell did he remember all these dates?”… well.. I donno… I just feel that these are some of my sweet lil memories with my sweet lil kid.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And finally, ____________, the day when she accepts my love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately, the above blank will never be filled :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-5467586072037129096?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5467586072037129096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=5467586072037129096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/5467586072037129096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/5467586072037129096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-sweet-lil-memories-with-her.html' title='Some sweet lil memories with her'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SOc6wa4cBxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WRAFqETem-w/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-2077377590820108186</id><published>2008-08-22T14:26:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:42:01.971+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Simple things that can change ….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;….the world around us. Wow…. Now thatz the start of a serious n boring post.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The society is messed up. No one cares for anyone. Everyone are selfish. No one feels the responisibility..Perfect.. you are absolutely right. Now… Do &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ever question urself, “Am I a responsible citizen?” Don’t luk at me seriously.. it holds gud for me aswell. When I say &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;responsible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that doesn’t mean that u shud become an IAS or IPS officer and serve the society or join the army and fight for the country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ll just try to quote some situations which we might come across hell lot of times in our day 2 day life, where a simple responsible act from us makes the world around a better place to live.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ATMs, Ticket reservation counters, Billing in malls..etc.,.. yup.. I’m talking abt following the queue. Everyone are busy and have some or other urgent work. But if you don’t follow the line it will become more confusing and irritating. If someone tries to break the line, say them softly to not to do that. If he/she doesn’t listen, raise ur voice and I bet at least 2 other people will join u. That will make things easier. Well, at ATMs I feel like changing the notice from “Only one &lt;b style=""&gt;person&lt;/b&gt; allowed at a time” to “Only one &lt;b style=""&gt;human being&lt;/b&gt; allowed at a time”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever seen these things in public places which say… “Use Me” ? thatz right…. &lt;b style=""&gt;Dustbins&lt;/b&gt;. Have u ever used them? Atleast have u ever felt like using them? You are sitting in a park with ur gal. She asks for coffee, you run all the way and bring it. You pay 10 bucks for it , have 5 sips of it and y can’t u take just 2 steps and throw the cup in dustbin. &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Now don’t ask me , “Will I reach the dustbin in 2 steps in every park?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is our world guys. Therez nothing wrong in keeping it clean. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How many of you switch the mobile phones to silent mode at places like cinema Halls and Temples? Plz raise ur hands…one..two..three.. wow almost everyone. Hey Naresh and Raveendra(names not changed &lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;) raise ur hands properly. “Why should I keep it in silent mode?” Ofcourse Sir.. ur mobile ur wish. But you have no rights to disturb the people around u.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The one I’m going to mention is very common in Hyderabad. You are in the middle of a traffic jam and you are very well aware that in no way you are going to move unless the traffic is cleared. But still some guys blow horn continuously. Is it necessary? Just think once. Next time, tell ur boy friend not to do that &lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;. As we are talking abt traffic I’ll mention one more thing. Please don’t jump signals though I’m not the right person to say this coz I myself did that more than once. Yes.. at times there may b very little traffic and still the signals are ON. In such situations, go for it but be 110% sure that no other vehicle comes across ur way...may b in the next 10 seconds or more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Finally, I’m no one to compel u to follow these things and if u r already implementing I would be more than happy. Still there are so many examples like using the footover bridge instead of running across the roads, using the indicators of our vehicles properly and so on..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if I continue typing down like this my laptop will commit suicide. By the way, to follow these things therz no need to learn the so called corporate etiquette or be aware of the words like civic sense, social responsibility.. blah blah blah. We just need a little bit of common sense.&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/7621363752771598360-2077377590820108186?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2077377590820108186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=2077377590820108186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/2077377590820108186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/2077377590820108186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/simple-things-that-can-change.html' title='Simple things that can change ….'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-7128351441623012498</id><published>2008-07-21T15:23:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:21:07.519+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So Close yet So Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Warning: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After reading this post don’t ask me ” y the hell have u written such a long post?” I tried my best to edit it.By the way this is one more version of my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Have you ever had a weekend when you felt that you are the happiest person in the world.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On the other side…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have u ever had a weekend when you felt like you were so close to her yet so far away.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The above lines explain the two extremes of my feelings when &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; came here on 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July 2008.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmm.. it took one and half years of arguments and two months of silence to bring her here, though I was aware that itz too difficult for her to come alone, just to see me and … only me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally the day has come. Itz always a nice feeling when you know that the gal u luv the most is coming to see you.. just you. I donno y guys get too tensed when a gal is coming to see them, changing the shirt twice and washing the face thrice. Nonsense.. I’m not that type. &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oops.. where is the T-shirt that she said she liked in one of my pics? Oh! Here it is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, what was I saying? :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The first place I took her was to the company where I work. Yeah.. I know .. itz not quite a romantic place to take such a beautiful gal but you can’t find a lonely place, &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to talk&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; than a software company on weekends. I showed her my cubicle, wandered round the office , had a chat for some time and came out. We went to Spicy Venue, a decent restaurant to have lunch.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As the sun started settling down we reached EatStreet. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was the last place we visited together when she was here 2 years ago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; This is a place where you find hell lot of food and donno what to eat. Then we sat on the park just beside EatStreet where a number of fortune tellers irritated us to listen to what they say, which we never did. &lt;i style=""&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f it was my friend Kiran(name changed on request.. actual name is Naresh Kumar Kareti… not karate.. Kareti,works for TCS Chennai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-)), he would have told their own fortune&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :-) .&lt;/span&gt; Then we had a walk across the necklace road and drove back to her hostel. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Next &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;morning we went to Birla Mandir. If I remember right, the last time I went there was with her and I never visited it in the last 2 years… reason.. I donno. Next place.. ADLABS..the new multiplex in Hyderabad and the movie..”Jaane Tu Ya Jaane na”. I felt she would njoy watching it…. with me. Did you.. my sweet lil kid ?.Hmmm.. wish to have the same climax for my story aswell :-). Ufff… hungry….there you go.. Minerva Coffee Shop.. one of the best vegetarian restaurants in Hyderabad.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now the interesting part, we had to catch a bus to Banglore at 5:50pm. We reached there by 5:15 and were waiting. 5:30.. 6:00.. 6:15. Good news… the bus got cancelled and no alternate one arranged. I swear, I felt sorry for myself coz if she doesn’t reach Banglore by 8:30AM Monday, she’ll just kill me :-) . Fortunately, we had seats in KSRTC bus and I was relieved. The only thing I remember in our journey was, me resting on her and holding her hand tightly or the other way round. Thatz when I felt &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was so close to her yet so far away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now, after reading this post don’t ask me whether we are friends or lovers. Shez my lover and unfortunately I’m still her &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-7128351441623012498?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7128351441623012498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=7128351441623012498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/7128351441623012498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/7128351441623012498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-close-yet-so-far-away.html' title='So Close yet So Far Away'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-8102852268631431419</id><published>2008-07-17T12:33:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:05:55.578+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have u ever had a weekend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;when the gal, for whom u were waiting for more than a year , has come to see u and … only u.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Have u ever had a weekend when the gal u luv the most, got on ur bike for the first time.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Have u ever had a weekend when you spent two full days with ‘her’….just with her, roaming around the city.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Have u ever had a weekend when you had lunch with her in one of the best vegetarian restaurants in the city.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Have u ever had a weekend when you saw a movie with her, and the characters in the movie are sooo close to both of u that you identify urself with them.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Have u ever had a weekend when you extended your weekend till Monday, just for the sake of travelling with her.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Have u ever had a weekend when you reserved the bus tickets and the bus got cancelled and you have to bare with the serious looks of her as she needs to report in the office at any cost on Monday &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Have u ever had a weekend when you travelled with your loved one for more than 500kms, resting on her and holding her hand tightly throughout the journey.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Have u ever had a weekend when you went to LandMark &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in The Forum(bglr), picked up the books, The Doomsday Conspiracy(Sidney Sheldon) and Hotel(Arthur Hailey), and while paying the bill came to &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know that you lost your ATM card &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Have you ever had a weekend when you felt that you are the happiest person in the world.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After all these… finally,&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have u ever had a weekend when you felt like you were so close to her but still so far away :-( .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hmmm… quite an eventful weekend and my most memorable one, by all means, till date.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear sweet lil kid,my mind tells me not to see you again unless I can see you all the time because it hurts too much to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&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/7621363752771598360-8102852268631431419?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8102852268631431419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=8102852268631431419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/8102852268631431419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/8102852268631431419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-u-ever-had-weekend.html' title='Have u ever had a weekend....'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-7382286615207907297</id><published>2008-04-21T13:11:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:55:26.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me, My Bike and 10,000KMs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SAzZVWHOjLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kGNC_vj6kXc/s1600-h/15042007027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SAzZVWHOjLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kGNC_vj6kXc/s320/15042007027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191763431187713202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Rs.72000/- ….. 150CC….270kgs… Ebony Black…. Bajaj Pulsar DTSi…. AP9 BH 6466. Thatz my first possession. Proudly celebrated itz first birthday on April 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 2008. Coincidentally, I travelled 10,000kms on my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;It was kind of a mixed journey with two minor accidents and more than two signal jumpings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;. All this happened to be in Hyderabad. Therz a hard and fast rule with Hyderabad Traffic Police. Wear Helmet and they never check whether u have a license or don’t even bother if u robbed the bike. But…. but….but… this rule doesn’t apply in month endings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;. Though u wear a helmet and have all the papers, they’ll check for some or other violation of rule. A stylish number plate, half painted headlight, no rear view mirrors.. can be anything.. If nothing works finally they decide that itz a ‘No Parking’ zone and write a receipt for that. Hmmm…very strict.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;It was my dream to have my own bike. Yamaha YBX was my first love. But when I saw Pulsar I decided to get that beast. I call it a beast coz in no way it suits my physique. One more obvious reason, my Lucky likes it a lot(I donno y I keep referring her in all my posts… hmmm.. tough to forget the one u luv the most). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, finally when I felt I’m sound enough to buy the bike, I just went to the showroom , completed the formalities and got the keys in my hand. But I swear, I was really afraid when I thought of Hyderabad Traffic. Thanks to Moinu who helped me in getting used to the bike and to the traffic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;In this one year I became more n more comfortable with my bike, touched a maximum speed of 92 KMPH. Four galz got on my bike… two of them got married &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; . But my bike is still waiting for the gal who really matters the most..pcch..poor bike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’m reaaaaaaaaaally tired of routine office work. Need a break. Wishing to go for a long drive with my Lucky. Hoping to happen it soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“How hard can you play when no one is watching(Sunil's quote)”. This has nothing to do with this post. Just felt like finishing the post with a nice quote. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7621363752771598360-7382286615207907297?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7382286615207907297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=7382286615207907297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/7382286615207907297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/7382286615207907297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-my-bike-and-10000kms.html' title='Me, My Bike and 10,000KMs'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SAzZVWHOjLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kGNC_vj6kXc/s72-c/15042007027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-1966391027982424548</id><published>2008-03-10T13:07:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:42:00.558+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I lost the battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;            &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Finally, I give up. I lost the battle of love. I tried every sensible way to convince her. I tried to prove that I was much more stubborn and serious in her matter than what she thinks, but was all in vain. I never regret for loving her. Shez the ever best thing happened to me in my life. She still feels that we can be good friends for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lifetime&lt;/span&gt;, which I believe is a bit difficult. Hmmm… it takes time to cope up with this situation.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;While I was surfing the net, I just came across this saying…. a timely one….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The friendship between a man and a woman which does not lead to marriage or desire for marriage may be a life long experience of the greatest value to themselves and to all their circle of acquaintance and of activity; but for this type of friendship both a rare man and a rare woman are needed. Perhaps it should be added that either the man or the woman thus deeply bound in lifelong friendship who seeks marriage must find a still rarer man or woman to wed, to make such a three cornered comradeship a permanent success.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I hope I would find such a rarer woman in my life.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;                 &lt;/o:p&gt;Itz more than 10 years when we first met. I really had a marvelous time with her all these days. I’m sure she feels the same way (Am I right, my sweet little kid…?). Practically, we can’t go together for a long time in the future. But I would cherish every little moment I had with her. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Thank you, my sweet little kid, for all the experiences, for all the support and for....... everything. Wishing we could be together for as long as possible.&lt;/p&gt;Hmmm... a very serious post .. right? What to do... at times u have to be serious about certain things, especially when it involves ur life in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Thanks for reading. By the way, I’m looking for a girlfriend. Interested gals can rush in with their resumes. Freshers are preferred &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&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/7621363752771598360-1966391027982424548?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1966391027982424548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=1966391027982424548' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/1966391027982424548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/1966391027982424548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-lost-battle.html' title='I lost the battle'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-4501426640579443794</id><published>2008-02-06T16:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:56:27.434+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jab I Met</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning:This is a long post.. don't curse me if you feel bored by reading this :-) .&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;27&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;Jan&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;2008 …Sunday…&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:city&gt; (Bengalur.. to bring some Indianness to it..), my sister and her family were flying back to US after a 2 month visit to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; . Those two months were really wonderful ,playing with my nephew, answering his silly questions and enjoying his every little act. Hmmm… itz really hard to give a sendoff .After wishing adieu to them I hurried to Koramangala to catch a bus to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; . Thanks to Vamsi who reserved the ticket. As usual the bus was punctually late. (Sorry vamsi.. I used &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; dialogue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;) .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;The final boarding point was Kalaspalyam. As a change from my regular journeys, two beautiful&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;girls got on to the bus. One was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;married ( don’t ask me, “how you know that”?)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and the other appeared to be a college student. Though they were strangers till then, they started talking like they know each other for a long time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The only reason was, both of them were Bengali. The married girl works for SBI as manager, and her husband for HDFC. Shez traveling to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to attend a meeting. How do I know all these things….. coz my seat was just behind theirs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt; .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That doesn’t mean that I was hearing their conversation… It is like.. they were shouting so loud that their conversation was directly downloaded into my ear and saved in my brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One more techie (works for HCL) was sitting by my side. He started conversation with me and we were sharing our ideas on the IT field. Of course, he was much more experienced than me. As I was a bit bored, I started listening to music. After some time I noticed that the married gal (Do I need to call her a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lady&lt;/span&gt; ?.. naa.. shez veeeeeeeery young.) was feeling sick and was about to vomit . The other gal ran to the conductor, brought a cover and helped her. Then she made her feel a bit relaxed and comforted her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;I was back into my music until the bus halted at a hotel for dinner. I saw the two girls in the hotel. Generally I never talk much and with gals… hmm I don’t even dare to open my mouth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;. But that day, I don’t know y I felt like asking the sick girl about howz she feeling. I asked her and she replied, “I’m feeling better, Thank you.”. We were back into the bus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;Till then I haven’t talked with the other gal. As far as I know there are two ways in starting a conversation with a co passenger. One, by asking if they like music and the other, if they like reading novels . Fortunately, I saw the gal reading the novel, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Monk Who Sold his Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;” by Robin Sharma. As I was aware of Robin Sharma’s other works, it became easy for me to start the conversation. Believe me, within half an hour, she was talking to me as if we were friends for life. The conversation that started at around 10:30pm lasted upto 3AM and obviously I was just a listener for most of the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;. She was talking about her family, her interests. She was shouting ,laughing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;enjoying every little moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;. I felt as if she was the most &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;happiest person in the world.  For a moment I thought she must be a 21 year old &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;child&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. She told me about Food Technology (the degree shez pursuing), her class room moments, about how she hangout with her friends. Shez quite a character and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;very open minded. Itz really hard to find such characters these days. It was one of the most memorable journeys in my life(Of course, the best one will always be the journey I made the other way..from Hyd to Bglr&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;with my lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;I donno when we fell asleep. We reached &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; at around 6:30AM. Her boarding point was prior to mine. We wished goodbye to each other and she got down the bus. I wish I could meet her again. But how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;.What if, in the middle of our journey she missed her mobile and I dialed her number to trace it. Yes, the same thing happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;. Two days later I called her again and shez doing well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;Does the title “Jab I Met” is anyway related to this blog.? Yes it is. Itz the apt title (stock dialogue of our tollywood directors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;) for this blog. If the director of “Jab We Met” has seen this gal, I’m sure he should have taken the inspiration to mould Kareena’s character in that movie. FYI, in no way I suite the character of Shahid Kapoor. Thatz y I used the title “Jab &lt;b style=""&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;Met” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;By the way her name is Chandralekha. Friends call her Riya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/7621363752771598360-4501426640579443794?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4501426640579443794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=4501426640579443794' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/4501426640579443794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/4501426640579443794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/jab-i-met.html' title='Jab I Met'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-5796448027444132346</id><published>2007-11-22T16:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:48:29.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>16th Nov 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;            Nov 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 2006… A little guy (not so little actually, appears to b little) with a clean shave and a neat dress walked out of a hostel in Ameerpet (I don’t know y it is called ‘Ameer’pet,it never appears to b so rich to me). One more thing, if u want to find &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; lost friend whoz in search of a job just stand at Maithrivanam , Ameerpet. I bet u’ll definitely catch him there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Aaah… back to the little guy…he took an auto (not to mention, a share auto) to HitechCity . Yes you guessed it right, he was on for an interview in a MNC. It was his 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; attempt and has a habit of missing out in the final round.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He reached the interview location, completed the formalities and entered into the company. Itz a very beautiful building (every damn company appears to be biiiiiig and beautiful until u get a job and work for that same company).Nearly 100 candidates were ready to take up the challenge. &lt;b style=""&gt;FYI: Every candidate, other than us, appears to be much brilliant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Getting into the interview process, first round, as usual is a written test. It lasted for an hour and the HR guy informed that the results would be announced at 2pm. Our little guy went back to hostel and revised C-programs for Fibonacci series, Searching and Sorting, and String reversal (any fresher attending an interview keeps these programs handy). Finally he got a call saying you have cleared the written test and get back to the company as soon as possible. By the time he reached there the other candidates were still waiting for the results. The HR guy asked our little guy and one more gal (I keep forgetting these gals names &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) to stay back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Second round was a technical round. While the lil guy was waiting for his turn the gal walked out of the company. The technical round lasted for almost 40mnts. By the time he finished that round, he was lost in an infinite for loop :( . The HR guy brought him back to the real world and asked him to get ready for the third round (a HR round). The HR round was bit of a relief since all of them were stock questions . (Tell abt urself..strengths..weaknesses..longterm goal ..blah blah blah..). After 30 minutes , the interviewer gave a form and asked to fill it out. By this time our lil guy was almost sure that he is through the selection process.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Then the HR guy and the interviewer came and congratulated him and said that you are the only guy selected today and will receive the offer letter as soon as possible. The package would be abc000(Itz confidential &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).By that time, our lil guy was on top of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the world(though he knows that hez not the first guy to get a job in his friend circle.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What else…as usual first call to parents and second call to girl friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One year passed, 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Nov 2007. Our little fellow is writing this blog. In this one year of Software life he has learnt one important thing.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Never say that your product has a bug. Though it is bug, you call it a known issue and you can handle that in the next release”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;Guys , get back to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-5796448027444132346?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5796448027444132346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=5796448027444132346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/5796448027444132346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/5796448027444132346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/16th-nov-2006.html' title='16th Nov 2006'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-5831855650467709633</id><published>2007-08-21T10:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:56:06.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Luv n Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don’t know how to start this post. This is not a thought provoking one because my thoughts never provoke anyone. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m just trying to pen down (type down, to be precise) my feelings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m missing her. Yes, I’m missing her badly. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;I know her from my schooldays. I loved her (na na.. '&lt;b style=""&gt;attracted&lt;/b&gt;' by her) when I was in my +2 . I loved her (I’m sure , &lt;b style=""&gt;'loved&lt;/b&gt;' is the right word here) when I was in my btech. Finally, I proposed her when I felt I &lt;b style=""&gt;'can' &lt;/b&gt;settle in life. She refused gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;She likes me but she doesn’t love me. I need her to be &lt;b style=""&gt;'in'&lt;/b&gt; my life .But she just wants to be by my side. She doesn't hate me but she doesn't love me either.I hate myself for not being her love. I know I’m running out of time to win her love. But I can do nothing more than simply loving her. I heard convincing a girl is &lt;b style=""&gt;'little&lt;/b&gt;' difficult. Thatz not true..itz toooooooo difficult. I’ll wait for her till the last possible moment, not sure what that moment would be.I don’t say, I can’t live without her. But life would be more beautiful with her.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;In the bouquet of my friends there is a flower&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Which has the sweetest smell, the brightest color&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And the prettiest look of all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;A touch of it takes away all my sorrows&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;A look at it makes me feel happy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Itz there with me in all my evens and odds till now . But I’m missing the flower now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Luv U … my sweet little kid (&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;she always likes if I call her “sweet little kid”&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Finally, thanks for reading this nonsense. I call it nonsense because love makes no sense if it doesn't succeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-5831855650467709633?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5831855650467709633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=5831855650467709633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/5831855650467709633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/5831855650467709633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/luv-n-pain.html' title='Luv n Pain'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-6682585869725879450</id><published>2007-03-13T10:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:50:50.874+05:30</updated><title type='text'>మీ కోసం..</title><content type='html'>Hi all , back after a long time.. so howz it going? hmm busy with the software jobs.. huh ? Hope u people liked my last post "Small gestures really mean a lot".. So watz next? "Big gestures doesn't mean anything" na na na... don t worry thatz not the topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of u like telugu?..a weird question huh?..i'm sure most of the people luv their mother tongue..but the problem with these corporate jobs is we r forced to talk in a language which calls a beautiful girl as "miss" whom v never wanna miss.The advent of internet and E-mail made us to write the letter in english as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,for the people who r eager to send an E-mail in telugu, here is the site which i just came across. Check out the site "http://lekhini.org/".This provides a platform where u can write a telugu word in english which is converted into telugu ..confused? For example "elaa unnAv" is converted as "ఎలా ఉన్నావ్". I'm not sure whether most of u know abt this site or not,but this is an interesting one for those who love telugu. There may b other sites as well.This is a free one, u can type anything there and copy n paste wherever(I'm not sure whether i can use "wherever") u want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning it wud b difficult to cope up with the words.. But as u go on it wud b pretty easy.On the right hand side of the site u will b having a table which provides telugu letters with an equivalent english letter. The site has got a gud Help text as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ఇప్పుడు మీరు చదువుతున్నది నేను లేఖినిలొ రాసి ఇక్కడ పేస్ట్ చేసాను.ఈ సైట్ మీకు నచ్చుతుందనుకుంట.ఎందుకంటె కొన్ని భావనలు తెలుగులొ చెపితేనె మధురంగా ఉంటాయి.....&lt;br /&gt;మీ ,&lt;br /&gt;భరత్&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-6682585869725879450?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6682585869725879450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=6682585869725879450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/6682585869725879450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/6682585869725879450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='మీ కోసం..'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-6088217463820577680</id><published>2007-02-23T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:29:23.711+05:30</updated><title type='text'>small gestures really mean a lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;            Hi all, this is my first post ,impressed by my friends Rajen n Vamsi I’m posting this one. So whatz the topic then? Cricket..preparations for the WC 2007, downfall of aussies, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bengal&lt;/st1:place&gt; tiger roaring again, teams concerned about the fitness problems,.. oh! No.. there are hell lot of articles in the news papers about these topics. So keep them aside. Letz talk something more general.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;            There are certain situations where little gestures from you are more effective than words. Gestures in the sense.. a gentle smile, blink of an eye, a pat on the back, rise of an eyebrow.. something like that. And mind you, the meaning of these gestures depends on the context of situations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;            Think of a situation where you are standing in a queue in front of an ATM. You are waiting for the person inside to come out. Suddenly a man comes from behind and enters into the ATM even before the man inside comes out of it. Thatz really irritating right? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Feels like blasting his face with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; fist… oops no violence.. now just give him a wild smile and I bet you, that will be much more irritating to him.. he will definitely think of it when he faces such situation again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;            Similarly there are many other situations where you need to use these gestures. I ‘m saying it again the meaning of these gestures depends on the context of situations. I’ll end this post by quoting a scene from the movie I-Robot. There is a scene where the hero blinks an eye to his colleague. The robot sees that and asks the hero, “What does that mean?” The hero replies “Itz a human thing. You machines can’t understand that. It means “Trust”.” So &lt;b style=""&gt;small gestures really mean a lot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-6088217463820577680?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6088217463820577680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=6088217463820577680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/6088217463820577680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/6088217463820577680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/small-gestures-really-mean-lot.html' title='small gestures really mean a lot.'/><author><name>Bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5uCzcnk8Vw/SX7ihN5YstI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AvbSAoRFy40/S220/mypic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621363752771598360.post-8916751925447054407</id><published>2007-02-23T13:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:26:35.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Javascript Libraries</title><content type='html'>Today, I was thinking of developing a webpage that is very interactive.&lt;br /&gt;     Yes interactive. It's all about user interface baby!&lt;br /&gt;If you are developing a web-based application then most probable technologies you would come across are Javascript(AJAX - using which I did my project in B.Tech), flash animations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I wouldn't go for flash if I 'm asked to develop such applications. Instead I'll choose Javascript. Why? If you worked on internet technologies - HTML, CSS then I can be damn sure that you've a knowledge of Javascript. Flash is something separate. It's a product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Almost all browsers (as I read it in books) come with javascript support. But, in order to use flash we need flash plug-in of course which is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ok leave that stuff. I googled with the keywords "Javascript library". As usual I got lot of websites. I went to www.script.aculo.us from the results in the first page.  It has got a nice front-page. You may think that all that work was done using flash. But not. Its through javascript. It provides a library(a .zip file) to download that contains a list of javascript files with the necessary functions declared in each. We can call these functions after including these scripts in our web-page. The web site has nice documentation and demos (http://wiki.script.aculo.us/scriptaculous/show/CombinationEffectsDemo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I even visited YUI - Yahoo User Interface library site. YUI is huge.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    All these libraries can be useful when you are developing web-apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Happy browsing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621363752771598360-8916751925447054407?l=its-ourblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8916751925447054407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7621363752771598360&amp;postID=8916751925447054407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/8916751925447054407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621363752771598360/posts/default/8916751925447054407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-ourblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/javascript-libraries.html' title='Javascript Libraries'/><author><name>Rajen</name><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>
