<?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-10231807</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:21:21.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:.: D R E A M E R  B A L A :.:</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;...and Sometimes even your wildest dreams might come true... &lt;br&gt;Keep &lt;b&gt;DREAMING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://urskishna.blogspot.com/atom.xml"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://c.1asphost.com/dreamerbala/rss.gif" ALT="RSS"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-8004743810844457100</id><published>2008-02-23T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:28:23.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a man!!!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the link to my favourite news that's. I'm sure you will like it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehindu.com/2008/02/21/stories/2008022157820100.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.thehindu.com/2008/02/21/stories/2008022157820100.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-8004743810844457100?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/8004743810844457100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=8004743810844457100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/8004743810844457100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/8004743810844457100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-man.html' title='What a man!!!.'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-1665554683175639991</id><published>2008-02-02T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T15:35:34.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah... still do dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Kalloori'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Happy Days'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... get the drift.. Hence the post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every now and then, I keep bothering myself about what I should have done differently eventhough I am pretty damn sure its of no bloody use. Why do I sulk now then. Ah well... a bit of 'If only..' and dash of 'May be..' isn't going to harm me. After all, I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DREAMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ain't I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-1665554683175639991?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/1665554683175639991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=1665554683175639991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/1665554683175639991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/1665554683175639991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeah-still.html' title='Yeah... still do dream'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-2189644815876993365</id><published>2007-11-22T01:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:34:38.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!Phone.. get it... Haahaahaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7F4bSjvwk0/R0VNCFZmhBI/AAAAAAAAAac/de5Dcp7vS2g/s1600-h/!phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135595648290554898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7F4bSjvwk0/R0VNCFZmhBI/AAAAAAAAAac/de5Dcp7vS2g/s400/!phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-2189644815876993365?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/2189644815876993365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=2189644815876993365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/2189644815876993365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/2189644815876993365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2007/11/phone-get-it-haahaahaa.html' title='!Phone.. get it... Haahaahaa'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7F4bSjvwk0/R0VNCFZmhBI/AAAAAAAAAac/de5Dcp7vS2g/s72-c/!phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-8565826136397424026</id><published>2007-11-05T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:15:55.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Android Announced!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woohoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Atlast.... Google's Android (Gphone) has been officially announced. No more locked sims... no more nothing. The future is 'open' :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Check the OHA group for more details. OHA stands for Open handset Alliance. And the member in this group so far are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aplix, Ascender Corp., Audience, Broadcom Corp., China Mobile, eBay Inc., Esmertec, HTC Corp., Intel Corp., KDDI, Living Image, LG, Marvell Technology, Motorola Inc., NMS Communications, Noser, NTT DoCoMo, Nuance Communications Inc., Nvidia Corp., PacketVideo, Qualcomm Inc., Samsung Electronics, SiRF, SkyPop, SONiVOX, Sprint Nextel, Synaptics, TAT - The Astonishing Tribe, Telecom Italia, Telefónica SA, Texas Instruments, T-Mobile and Wind River Systems Inc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-8565826136397424026?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/8565826136397424026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=8565826136397424026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/8565826136397424026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/8565826136397424026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2007/11/android-announced.html' title='Android Announced!!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-5981581581603385264</id><published>2007-10-29T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:13:09.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guesstimate !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guesstimate&lt;/strong&gt;... I am not sure if that word is included in the Oxford dictionary, but if there's any word that deserves to be there, this one certainly takes the top spot. Think about it, what a wonderful word in the current IT boom scenario. Instead of using the not-so-appropriate 'estimate' any longer, we should all start using 'Guesstimate' and save our arses when someone asks us why we were not able to meet a deadline. chou now !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-5981581581603385264?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/5981581581603385264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=5981581581603385264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/5981581581603385264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/5981581581603385264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2007/10/guesstimate.html' title='Guesstimate !!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-2576066709541647573</id><published>2007-03-06T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:50:59.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This sleeping giant is in its dormant stage now. So, watch out for some swashbuckling posts when it wakes up... well not really.. I am just bloody lazy to post anything !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-2576066709541647573?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/2576066709541647573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=2576066709541647573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/2576066709541647573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/2576066709541647573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2007/03/dormant.html' title='Dormant'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-561459384020100173</id><published>2007-02-27T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T09:50:22.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7F4bSjvwk0/ReRvXYdMJKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lLoBAKHo13I/s1600-h/IMG_6961.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7F4bSjvwk0/ReRvXYdMJKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lLoBAKHo13I/s400/IMG_6961.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast.. I met my favorite close up magician... Jay Sankeyyyyyyy&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-561459384020100173?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/561459384020100173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=561459384020100173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/561459384020100173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/561459384020100173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2007/02/atlast.html' title=''/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7F4bSjvwk0/ReRvXYdMJKI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lLoBAKHo13I/s72-c/IMG_6961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-6997536134669386720</id><published>2006-12-24T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:59:17.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-6997536134669386720?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/6997536134669386720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=6997536134669386720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/6997536134669386720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/6997536134669386720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/12/going-to-paris.html' title='Going to Paris'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-4013977258622050650</id><published>2006-11-23T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T09:10:34.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being alone has two words to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Left alone has no words to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-4013977258622050650?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/4013977258622050650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=4013977258622050650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/4013977258622050650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/4013977258622050650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/11/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-115762106614189524</id><published>2006-09-07T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:24:26.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Pano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/1600/Pano_4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/400/Pano_4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first shot at acheiving a Panoromic picture. This(se) picture(s) was(ere) taken from the Edinburgh castle in the Scotland's capital. Please use this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=DE8E69B84DAB0142"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; to see a larger picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-115762106614189524?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/115762106614189524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=115762106614189524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/115762106614189524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/115762106614189524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-first-pano.html' title='My First Pano'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-115443068149242637</id><published>2006-08-01T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T04:11:21.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up on wrong side of the bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing is giong the way I wanted it to go.  I am fumbling in everything I do or say. Nothing I do seems to be right even if I take special care in whatever I do. Certainly not how I wanted things to move on during the start of a new venture. I dont want to goof up. I certainly &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; want to &lt;strong&gt;GOOF&lt;/strong&gt; up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-115443068149242637?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/115443068149242637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=115443068149242637&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/115443068149242637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/115443068149242637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/08/waking-up-on-wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Waking up on wrong side of the bed...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-115349729871151828</id><published>2006-07-21T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:54:58.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harr.. Harr. Harr.. I am back.. with a vengeance... A quick update.. I am in the lovely United Kingdom.. Yup... Its been around 2 weeks now and still without an address... :Sob:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oooooo... another update.. I bought a Canon A700 at the Dubai Airport.. Harr.. Harr.. Harr... (That cynical laugh was to all those who thought that was &lt;strong&gt;MI&lt;/strong&gt; IV.. Yup, I defied the odds...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And here are the photos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamerbala.myphotoalbum.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://dreamerbala.myphotoalbum.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy while they are still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Err... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... or whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till next time... Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-115349729871151828?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349729871151828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=115349729871151828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/115349729871151828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/115349729871151828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/07/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-114481848735441829</id><published>2006-04-11T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:08:07.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at First sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/640/iPod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/320/iPod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it was love at first sight for me... &lt;strong&gt;:Sniff:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;:Sniff:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-114481848735441829?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/114481848735441829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=114481848735441829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/114481848735441829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/114481848735441829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at First sight'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-114473204746164920</id><published>2006-04-10T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:07:27.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duhh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why I had been not posting all these days... well.. duhhh... I was busy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why I have started posting again... well... duhh.... I am not so busy now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will I be posting continuosuly here after... well... duhh.... How do I know... (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-114473204746164920?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/114473204746164920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=114473204746164920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/114473204746164920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/114473204746164920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/04/duhh.html' title='Duhh..'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113755655802587424</id><published>2006-01-17T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:55:58.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Returning &lt;em&gt;j&lt;/em&gt;ust the greets and smiles, I still remain the same... ineffable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113755655802587424?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113755655802587424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113755655802587424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113755655802587424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113755655802587424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/01/still-same.html' title='Still the same'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113662024632485397</id><published>2006-01-06T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:50:46.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name one that is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A conversation at my office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of them :&lt;/strong&gt; Name a hotel that is typical to TamilNadu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone else :&lt;/strong&gt; Adayar Anadha Bhavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They :&lt;/strong&gt; Naay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone else :&lt;/strong&gt; Hotel TamilNadu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They :&lt;/strong&gt; Oi... Name one that is popular enough that's known by atleast two of us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People were busy rattling their heads looking in all possible directions, when he interjected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://tasmac.tn.gov.in/profile.htm"&gt;TASMAC&lt;/a&gt;.. (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113662024632485397?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113662024632485397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113662024632485397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113662024632485397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113662024632485397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/01/name-one-that-is.html' title='Name one that is...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113643438430550311</id><published>2006-01-04T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:57:38.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the train, on new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/640/Picture(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/320/Picture%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;Mountain Express from Coimbatore to Chennai, S6 - 59 - UB, First of Jan '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By &lt;/strong&gt;: My 2 year old T630&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene kindled one of my deepest emotions. The cute little guy with the Monkey cap is her brother. She.... getting the book that their dad was reading... flicking through the pages... the cute guy looking at her with interest... started narrating her madeup story...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113643438430550311?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113643438430550311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113643438430550311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113643438430550311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113643438430550311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-train-on-new-year.html' title='At the train, on new year'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113621601458434821</id><published>2006-01-02T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:17:44.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My New Year Resolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am not gonna take bull***t from myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113621601458434821?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113621601458434821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113621601458434821&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113621601458434821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113621601458434821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113617488094885086</id><published>2006-01-01T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:08:00.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/640/NewYear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/320/NewYear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113617488094885086?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113617488094885086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113617488094885086&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113617488094885086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113617488094885086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-people.html' title='Happy New Year People'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113578406079501398</id><published>2005-12-28T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T07:34:20.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massacre.. Massacre..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Massacre.. Massacre..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bodies lying all over the place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No bloodshed... No heavy tools used as there was no visible crush damage on any of the victims...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what was the tool used during the massacre. Ah! Got it.. My roomies must have atlast made up their mind to buy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/10231807-113578406079501398?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113578406079501398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113578406079501398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113578406079501398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113578406079501398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/12/massacre-massacre.html' title='Massacre.. Massacre..'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113532387774224528</id><published>2005-12-22T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:15:36.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rare thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The stone cold look on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mumbling to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gently flicking your hair to reassure yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gingerly trying to get to know everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Smiling at everyone, even at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... Rarely do I wish I were born in someother place. This is one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113532387774224528?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113532387774224528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113532387774224528&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113532387774224528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113532387774224528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/12/rare-thought.html' title='A rare thought'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113499869534319795</id><published>2005-12-19T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T05:24:55.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Songs to muffle your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back breaking work to occupy your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113499869534319795?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113499869534319795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113499869534319795&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113499869534319795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113499869534319795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/12/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113491018637095725</id><published>2005-12-18T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T04:51:13.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am. So,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I did make a mistake. But that's because I wanted to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did have my doubts, but still, I lied myself into believing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to feel better about myself. Wrong??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113491018637095725?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113491018637095725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113491018637095725&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113491018637095725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113491018637095725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-i-am-so.html' title='Yes, I am. So,'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113480421839658671</id><published>2005-12-16T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:23:38.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Busy embarrassing myself... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Self appraisal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113480421839658671?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113480421839658671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113480421839658671&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113480421839658671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113480421839658671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/12/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113405356792392905</id><published>2005-12-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T06:14:59.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I be doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch her smile from a distance... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or watch her scowl face to face... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113405356792392905?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113405356792392905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113405356792392905&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113405356792392905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113405356792392905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-should-i-be-doing.html' title='What should I be doing?'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113387738461551406</id><published>2005-12-06T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T05:56:24.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooo... Cracked it at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a nice little game as a forward. This game is a part of celebrations by IIMs. Whew, it took 5 brain draining days to complete this... and yeah, I did take  help from a few of my friends... but I cracked it anyways... And here is the proof to prove it... Wooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I blanked out the secret code and Cell Number to which you are supposed to send the code... (",)&lt;br /&gt;The puzzles are just too good...  You have to try it....Here's the site if you are interested... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.iimi-iris.com/iris/irising/klueLESS" href="http://www.iimi-iris.com/iris/irising/klueLESS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.iimi-iris.com/iris/irising/klueLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/640/klueLESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/320/klueLESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113387738461551406?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113387738461551406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113387738461551406&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113387738461551406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113387738461551406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/12/woooo-cracked-it-at-last.html' title='Woooo... Cracked it at last'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113375705592796149</id><published>2005-12-04T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:30:55.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>System Restart successful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Strike me down and I stand right back up with a spring and stare right into you eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113375705592796149?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113375705592796149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113375705592796149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113375705592796149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113375705592796149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/12/system-restart-successful.html' title='System Restart successful'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113353706612373538</id><published>2005-12-02T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T07:27:56.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have to do it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of work to be done...&lt;br /&gt;Not so much time on hand...&lt;br /&gt;Yet, not able to work...&lt;br /&gt;The words haunting me...&lt;br /&gt;From dusk to dawn to dusk...&lt;br /&gt;What should I do next?...&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of nowhere....&lt;br /&gt;The words shrouding my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Gleam washed away from my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Without crutches to support...&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to stand up again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113353706612373538?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113353706612373538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113353706612373538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113353706612373538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113353706612373538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-to-do-it-again.html' title='Have to do it again...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113240771400309083</id><published>2005-11-19T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T05:43:32.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/640/Girl_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/778/320/Girl_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thinking, Wondering, yearning, shy, hopeful...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done this sketch after a really long gap of around 8 months or so. So, I guess I am a little rusty right now. But, please give me your honest feedback. unfortunately, I scanned this one before signing it. Please dont forward this to others. You can have it if you wish to, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113240771400309083?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113240771400309083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113240771400309083&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113240771400309083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113240771400309083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/11/girl.html' title='Girl'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113228664801334345</id><published>2005-11-17T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:04:08.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out at office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With working out at whatever place you find and whenever you desire to, becoming a fad, lemme bring to your notice an interesting suggestion that I got as a forward, in a mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unlike many other techniques of working out, this is a fairly straight forward and simple one. You can effectively lose, if not much, but surely some calories. So, here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All you need is your desktop.. No, not the PC, your actual desktop. But you would very well use any other hard surface that is at a convenient height. This workout has also proven to be an effective stress buster. All you need to do is, wipe the surface and your forehead clean and go banging your head on the surface. I am serious. Here have a look at this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-:-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;150&lt;/span&gt; calories an hour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See what I mean. But, develop a rythm though. Let me give you an example. To start with, you can count to ten before banging your head... and as you progress you can bring it down to three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah.. see you have already lost a couple of calories by slapping your head with your palm. Just increase the kinetic force and you are all set to lose a lot of calories (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113228664801334345?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113228664801334345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113228664801334345&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113228664801334345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113228664801334345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/11/working-out-at-office.html' title='Working out at office'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113169131867097785</id><published>2005-11-10T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:42:17.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Bump*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Suttum Vizhi Chuddarae.. Suttum Vizhi Chuddarae..' &lt;strong&gt;*Bump*&lt;/strong&gt;... 'Kkkkksssssssshhhhhh'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Bump*&lt;/strong&gt; 'Ennulagam Unnai sutrudhaey...' 'Sattai Pai..' &lt;strong&gt;*Bump*&lt;/strong&gt;... 'kkkkkksssshhhhhhh'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!! ?? Hmmm... I can smell a funny connection here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Bump*&lt;/strong&gt; '..yil Unn Padam.. thottu thottu urasa...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaahh... Now I get the connection &lt;/em&gt;(",) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-:-&lt;/span&gt; Faulty Roads + Heavy &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rains &lt;/span&gt;+ CraPpY &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Music system&lt;/span&gt; + Bus + Radio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mirchi&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; -:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get the connection? &lt;/strong&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/10231807-113169131867097785?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113169131867097785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113169131867097785&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113169131867097785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113169131867097785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/11/bump.html' title='*Bump*'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113155109903263309</id><published>2005-11-09T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T07:44:59.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yearning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it a great feeling... to know that you are being cared... that you are being loved. Unfortunately, you never realize how much you yearn for it until you are in utter despondence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113155109903263309?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113155109903263309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113155109903263309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113155109903263309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113155109903263309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/11/yearning.html' title='Yearning'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113145952890247968</id><published>2005-11-08T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T06:18:48.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel I am growing dark. Not having anyone to hear your rantings and musings doesnt go easy on your thoughts. &lt;strong&gt;*Gasp*&lt;/strong&gt;. Fighting desperately... Listening to music... Being among humorous people... trying to laugh my heart out... Trying to consciously block out whatever "not-so-really-needed" kind of thoughts... recollecting happy moments... Desperate to win the battle...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113145952890247968?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113145952890247968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113145952890247968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113145952890247968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113145952890247968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/11/dark.html' title='Dark'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113137410557904547</id><published>2005-11-07T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:11:45.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am really pondering over this question right now. Am I expressing myself correctly? I know I will get flak if I say something, but then I shouldnt be bothered later when it actually happens. And I am certainly not the type who goes down fighting dirty. I'd rather apologize and walk out clean rather than rolling over the floor to prove my point even if my intention felt correct to me. So, which part of me should change.. the getting out clean part... or doing something for the general cause even though I know its gonna jump right back and bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113137410557904547?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113137410557904547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113137410557904547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113137410557904547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113137410557904547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/11/expressing.html' title='Expressing'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113110688398618175</id><published>2005-11-04T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T04:21:24.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What the &lt;strong&gt;heck&lt;/strong&gt; does this word mean? Does it mean that your brain starts to churn and puff a lot more harder for simple and straight forward solutions.. Does it mean that you need to run through a whole list of "what ifs.." or "will theys.." for just turning your head left?.. Does it mean that you can no longer say something straight forward and place hundreds of speech transformation devices before a word comes out of your mouth. Well.. what the &lt;strong&gt;heck&lt;/strong&gt; is maturity?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113110688398618175?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113110688398618175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113110688398618175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113110688398618175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113110688398618175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/11/maturity.html' title='Maturity'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-113015999232443127</id><published>2005-10-24T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T06:19:52.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;F9.. F9... F9.... &lt;strong&gt;*Blink*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*Blink*&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;*Drat*&lt;/strong&gt;... No Mail yet... &lt;strong&gt;F9&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;F9&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;F9&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;*Arrgh*&lt;/strong&gt; still Nothing...where in the world is everyone... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;F9&lt;/span&gt;... F9...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;F9&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and so it continues... the never ending key strokes of F9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-113015999232443127?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/113015999232443127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=113015999232443127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113015999232443127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/113015999232443127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-fine-evening.html' title='One fine evening'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-112444972955235331</id><published>2005-08-19T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T04:08:49.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-112444972955235331?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/112444972955235331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=112444972955235331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/112444972955235331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/112444972955235331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-112308304854469902</id><published>2005-08-03T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T08:36:19.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know why I keep getting myself into situations where I dont want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-112308304854469902?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/112308304854469902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=112308304854469902&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/112308304854469902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/112308304854469902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I dont know why'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111942946896036471</id><published>2005-06-22T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:37:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am no more a Pondicherrian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey guys,This post is a long time due.. Yup, like the title says, I am no longer a proud Pondicherrian. We have shifted (Myself + My parents) to Coimbatore, my brother's place. We moved about a week earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now put up in an appartment. Well, one thing thats nice aboutthis new place is that my room has a sit out and the view isamazing... the Western Ghats.. and the mornings, in particular, whensome parts of the ghats is covered with mist and low lying clouds, isjust amazing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;But, still its no substitute to the beach at Pondicherry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a real long walk before leaving Pondicherry.. paid a visit to my school and some of myfavourite places in patricular, on my cycle... ;o), taking visualsnapshots of my favourite places where I used to hangout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to visit Pondicherry once in two months or so.. lemmesee..Ok guys, I ll end it here before it gets too nostalgic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111942946896036471?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111942946896036471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111942946896036471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111942946896036471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111942946896036471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/06/am-no-more-pondicherrian.html' title='Am no more a Pondicherrian'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111927660364171491</id><published>2005-06-20T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T07:10:03.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor poor me.. getting myself entagled in the clutches of the IT field...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, for the people who did not understand that, here is the translation -&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am caught up with work yet again..... and juuuuuuuust when i thought of starting to blog again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111927660364171491?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111927660364171491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111927660364171491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111927660364171491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111927660364171491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/06/poor-me.html' title='Poor me'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111832112793193249</id><published>2005-06-09T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T05:45:27.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me back.. Me back.. ME BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK....&lt;br /&gt;Me back like a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Phoenix &lt;/span&gt;rising from the ashes... Oh my God... I cant stop laughing after saying that... (",) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oky Doky, hmmmm ...Now how would I introduce myself if this is were supposed to be my first post. ok, here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mother Earth&lt;/span&gt; from an amazing height of &lt;strong&gt;175 cm&lt;/strong&gt; and pushing her down with a weight of &lt;strong&gt;74 Kg&lt;/strong&gt;(and increasing)... Heeeeerrrrrrrree is Kishna... (",)  *claps* *me bowing to all of you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111832112793193249?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111832112793193249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111832112793193249&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111832112793193249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111832112793193249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-back.html' title='Me back'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111382944435111813</id><published>2005-04-18T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T06:04:04.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A small incident to tell you how chwwweeet my Parents are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This happens every weekend just before I leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dad :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Check your bag... See if I have packed all the stuff that you need for the coming week ? (Yup, my Dad packs the stuff for me (",) &lt;strong&gt;*giggle*&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Have you got the proper change with you? The conductor (of the bus) would ask for the exact change... Make sure you carry the exact change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Don't forget your Cell Phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Does the battery have enough charge left... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Should I get an auto for you... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't forget to have Fruit juice atleast once a day...&lt;br /&gt;- Oh...You have put on the shoes on your wrong foot.... Oh wait.. yeah... its ok... !!! (",)&lt;br /&gt;- Don't skip food...&lt;br /&gt;- Exercise regularly...&lt;br /&gt;- Go to bed early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both together... right before I leave :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make sure you call us the minute you set foot in Chennai... (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And Chennai is just 2 and a Half hours from my place. Note that they repeat this each and every week...I am &lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt; years old now and they still treat me and carress me like a 6 month old son... Now that's Chwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you both Mom and Dad. &lt;strong&gt;*Hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111382944435111813?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111382944435111813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111382944435111813&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111382944435111813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111382944435111813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-sweet.html' title='So Sweet'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111337666465202484</id><published>2005-04-13T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:17:44.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it make any sense ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Workout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like an Ox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Grunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like a Rhino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like a Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; .... and I still manage to gain a whole &lt;strong&gt;Kilo&lt;/strong&gt;... Doesn't make any sense.... does it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh wait, I forgot... I also eat like a Mad man.... Hmmm...It seems that it does makes sense after all... Hee Hee (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111337666465202484?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111337666465202484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111337666465202484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111337666465202484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111337666465202484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/04/does-it-make-any-sense.html' title='Does it make any sense ??'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111319125205864541</id><published>2005-04-10T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:47:32.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It happens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh....pleaaasee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Won't you atleast do this for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pleeeaasseee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise I will treat you nice from now on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in a lot of trouble right now... Please co-operate.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My whole life depends on you now Baby... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will do anything you want me to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please do what I say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just this one time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wont you do what I ask of you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please Co-operate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you baby... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you from the bottom of my heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;with all my soul and heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honey&lt;/span&gt;...dont get my tensed now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am starting to loose my patience... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do as I say, ok... Just this one time...&lt;br /&gt;What the.... Why arent you doing what I want you to do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do what I say before I loose my temper.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats it... You are gonna get it.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Bang* *Bang* *Thrash* *Bang*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Panting*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....Do what I say....&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaahhh..... thats more like it.... Good girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why wouldn't you do that in that first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;..::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen... Thats a Sneak Peek of a conversation between a Geek and his darling Computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(",) &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;::..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishanaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111319125205864541?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111319125205864541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111319125205864541&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111319125205864541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111319125205864541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-happens_11.html' title='It happens...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111271041731217192</id><published>2005-04-05T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T07:13:37.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My turn on "Rain" Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahem... Ok, Let me see how this one goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-::-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Splish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Splash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Splosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dancing in the rain really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;R&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oCks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too bad it wets my &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Socks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-::-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hee hee... Do you like it.. ? (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111271041731217192?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111271041731217192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111271041731217192&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111271041731217192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111271041731217192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-turn-on-rain-post.html' title='My turn on &quot;Rain&quot; Post'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111262506297767553</id><published>2005-04-04T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T07:31:02.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Waking up late; To add to it, waking up with a Neck Sprain. (&lt;strong&gt;*Ouch*&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Figuring out that its raining Cats and Dogs. (in Summer !!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;*Wow*&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Having to walk in water puddles....with my (,") shoes on... (Yuuuck...Gross..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Auto breaking down even before I get to half the distance.... (&lt;strong&gt;*Drat*&lt;/strong&gt;...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Missing the bus by a Whisker... (Hold on...phhhullleassse.... oh...Maaaan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a good start to the week I guess... Is it a bad Omen....???? Hmmmm.... Is my week going to be screwed up.... Not if I can help it... (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111262506297767553?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111262506297767553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111262506297767553&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111262506297767553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111262506297767553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/04/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-oh...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111259034672073656</id><published>2005-04-03T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:53:48.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Au-Revoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ain't new to waving Good-bye's to my near and dear ones. But it feels the same way every the time. 22 years ain't enough to get used to it, it seems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111259034672073656?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111259034672073656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111259034672073656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111259034672073656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111259034672073656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/04/au-revoir.html' title='Au-Revoir'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111228170249761714</id><published>2005-03-31T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T07:27:21.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, Lets talk about Destiny, shall we...Now, I really dont understand this...See... Usually a typical day in Kishna's life kicks off like this &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Contemplating on one of the toughest decisions that mankind has to face... &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"To Get up or not to Get up, that is the question"&lt;/span&gt;... and finally after cursing myself for having having slept that little bit longer, getting up, dozing off again and getting up..again, brushing my teeth, going to gym, groaning and at the same time feeling proud that I am actually shedding sweat, relaxing...followed by Pranayama-ing &lt;em&gt;(Uh, sorry about that...had to keep the rhyming going, Hee hee)&lt;/em&gt;... and sneak/dash &lt;em&gt;(depends on the situation)&lt;/em&gt; in to the bath, dress up, start walking towards the bus stop ... spotting the bus at a good half a Km distance... ending up doing a short sprint to the bus and finally reaching the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are wondering... Where the heck does destiny come into the picture here... well... remember the toughest decision that mankind has to take every morning...yeah... the getting up thing... well...You see...even if I get up a whole half-an-hour earlier, I end up sprinting to the bus... Now, why should that happen ...hmmm... You tell me... Comeon ... Don't hold back yourself, now ... Ok, dont try too hard... poor brain of yours... let it rest for sometime... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its becaaaaaaauuuuuuse I am destined to sprint to the bus. &lt;strong&gt;*Me looking at you with twinkling wide eyes*&lt;/strong&gt; ... haann... correct-na. And...that's DESTINY for you. &lt;strong&gt;*wide grin*&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I better leave the place when I am able to walk...hee hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Urs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111228170249761714?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111228170249761714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111228170249761714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111228170249761714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111228170249761714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111210599363268914</id><published>2005-03-29T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:41:38.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am I here ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am I doing the things i am doing ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why should i meet the people that i do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why should i believe those blindly ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why should i get close to someone who will at a later time break my heart ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am i not angry with that person who broke my heart ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why, when everyone else wants me to hate that person ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do I still believe that very person who failed to realize how much the relationship meant to me ?Why am i doing the things I do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why should I be yearning for a word from that very person eventhough I realize that it will never happen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do all these mean ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....Perhaps, 3 simple words would suffice as an answer - "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja &lt;/span&gt;:.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111210599363268914?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111210599363268914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111210599363268914&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111210599363268914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111210599363268914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/why.html' title='Why ?'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111201989268261767</id><published>2005-03-28T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T06:24:52.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A particularly long weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A particularly long weekend with a Full Moon on the Horizon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A particularly long weekend with a Full Moon on the Horizon and in a good mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A particularly long weekend with a Full Moon on the Horizon and in a good mood sitting in the beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A particularly long weekend with a Full Moon on the Horizon and in a good mood sitting in the beach&lt;br /&gt;watching the Girls...oops the Moon rising...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What else could I ask for... ? (yeah...probably more...but I was content (",) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The reflection of the Full Moon on the water resembled a Pearly white Carpet laid out by someone in the distant lands, over the horizon, inviting me to share a moment, for I had &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; comfort and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; soothing feeling which you get when you used to cuddle in your mother's arms ....way back in your "&lt;strong&gt;Gooo-chi-goo&lt;/strong&gt;" age... (",).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-:&lt;/span&gt; Ever witnessed a Moon-Rising... Believe me, its THE most romantic/pleasing feeling you can get &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja &lt;/span&gt;:.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111201989268261767?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111201989268261767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111201989268261767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111201989268261767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111201989268261767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111150058473830955</id><published>2005-03-22T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T06:09:44.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a (Geek's)day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(A lovely girl crosses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Gasp*&lt;/strong&gt; She looked at me.....  She loves me...She loves me not...She loves me...She loves me not....She loves me....&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaaay...she loves me... &lt;strong&gt;*Jumping Up and Down*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Next Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(The same girl crosses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Gasp*&lt;/strong&gt; She did not look at me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/strong&gt; She hates me... Did I do something wrong??... Am I not dressed properly??... Is there something on my face??...&lt;strong&gt;*Sniff* *Sniff*&lt;/strong&gt; ... &lt;strong&gt;*Drat*&lt;/strong&gt;... I look like a Joker &lt;strong&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Another girl crosses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Wow*&lt;/strong&gt; She's Keeeuute (Cute)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sets his hair &amp; Dress right)&lt;/em&gt; Does she have a BoyFriend??... Will she like me??.... (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I said...All in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111150058473830955?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111150058473830955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111150058473830955&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111150058473830955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111150058473830955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-in-geeksday.html' title='All in a (Geek&apos;s)day'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111141532321416814</id><published>2005-03-21T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T06:31:31.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>During the weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Me lying on the bed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let there be Light........!!!!!.......Let there be light....... !!!!!........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I forgot, today is Sunday.... &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; is on leave&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;MoooooooooooooooM....Can you switch on the light pleeeaaase... (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Mom was in the kitchen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee...Didnt know what to write... so, added a bit of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to what usually happens at my home during the weekends. Hey, my Mom misses shouting and screaming at me during the whole week. Have to make up for it during the weekends, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111141532321416814?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111141532321416814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111141532321416814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111141532321416814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111141532321416814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/during-weekend.html' title='During the weekend...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111107100376566609</id><published>2005-03-17T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T06:51:08.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When would you... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me when you will feel Funny, Sad, Egoistic, Puzzled, Longing, Lost, Hurting, Disturbed, Depressed, peculiar, strange, weird all at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its when you see the person you loved with all you heart with somoeone else, and know that the other person &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;be able to &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your love as much as you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111107100376566609?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111107100376566609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111107100376566609&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111107100376566609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111107100376566609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-would-you.html' title='When would you... ?'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111098379842509059</id><published>2005-03-16T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T06:36:38.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the ATM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what, only today morning did I realize that there are more Dumb people in this world other than me. Check this out,My pockets were running dangerously low with money. Now, I did not want to borrow money or Pick-pocket someone...So, I decided to draw some cash from the ATM. I went and stood outside the &lt;strong&gt;ATM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(This one has  a One-way mirror, in the sense that you can't see whats happening inside, but the one on the other side can)&lt;/em&gt;. There were 5 people standing outside...I knew I have enough of &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vitamin &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my body...(",) so, I went and sat down in a shady spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a few minutes, I turned back only to see that all 5 were still standing. I decided to wait a little longer and still no movement. All sorts of thoughts started runnning in my mind and one of 'em were if there were actually anyone inside the ATM. But, I sort of thought that the people wont be so dumb... After a few mins, one of 'em... &lt;em&gt;(the one who was at the front)&lt;/em&gt; had this brain wave and opened the door to find that no one was inside ..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.. (".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was already waiting there for close to &lt;strong&gt;10 &lt;/strong&gt;minutes. I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; wonder how long that &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Brainy"&lt;/span&gt; little chap was waiting ? I really wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja &lt;/span&gt;:.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111098379842509059?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111098379842509059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111098379842509059&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111098379842509059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111098379842509059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/at-atm.html' title='At the ATM'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111089346168672038</id><published>2005-03-15T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T05:34:06.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hot Day !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Petty Conversation between me and my Roomie D, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(all panting and sweating)&lt;/em&gt; : Sheesh...Its getting pretty &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nowadays... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Spreads his hands wide with his fingers pointing to himself)&lt;/em&gt; : FAN.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!!!!!!!!!????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am guessing that the Heat must have cooked his brain or something... Either that or may be me trying to be funny must have had an effect on him. What do you think ??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111089346168672038?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111089346168672038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111089346168672038&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111089346168672038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111089346168672038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/hot-day.html' title='A Hot Day !!!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111080231359705280</id><published>2005-03-14T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T04:36:20.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nothing post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of these days, almost everyone in this great Universe called BlogDom comes up with a &lt;em&gt;Just-for-the-heck-of-it&lt;/em&gt; post or a &lt;em&gt;Meaningless&lt;/em&gt; post or &lt;em&gt;a Nothing&lt;/em&gt; post or a... Uh, I think you get my point. Now, I was really wondering why would someone want to post "something on Nothing"......hee hee.....get it "Something on Nothing".... Ok, bad joke...But you do agree that Something is better than Nothing, right. (",). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People would post something like that if they feel bored and they want to just post something or an other...else they would be doing nothing, right....(",)aarhhh I have to stop doing this..this..trying to be funny thing...Ok. Lets get to the point now. I am feeling exactly the same way right now, not feel like posting on anything particular. So, here is my Nothing post, Ennnnnsssssssssooooiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table height="250" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;N o t h i n g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111080231359705280?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111080231359705280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111080231359705280&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111080231359705280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111080231359705280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/nothing-post.html' title='A Nothing post'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111046354476774961</id><published>2005-03-10T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T06:09:12.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Work with a "Who" ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you feel like punching your colleague or your boss right across his/her face... Do you think he is a&lt;br /&gt;Complete &lt;strong&gt;F O O L&lt;/strong&gt;... Do you want to vent all your rage and feelings out and you cant write all that on our Blog. Even if you dont, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;read on...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just now came across this &lt;a href="http://www.iworkwithfools.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. My goodness...You must surely check it out... This is like a free-for-all sort of a Blog. You can write whatever you want about your Colleague/Boss and Submit here and they will publish it, after approval I guess. I have not tried posting yet, so I dont know how long it will take for your Writeup to appear. I went through a couple of posts and it was so bloody Hilarious.. (",) and they have even put a cute Picture thingy that sets itself at the Left-hand...uh..which hand is it...yeah... Right-Hand bottom (Damn this memory) that takes you to a Blank Page...just in case that fool comes peeking. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How Thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;!! (",) Try it out when you get free time, you will enjoy the content there. By the way, you can also recommend the site to your colleague if he thinks you are a fool (",). Just kidding guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh...BOSS, if you are reading this... Have I ever mentioned how I consider that you are the best BOSS I have ever worked under and that you I always look up to you. Honest... &lt;/em&gt;(",)&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Guys, My Boss is really the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;C O O L E S T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&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/10231807-111046354476774961?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111046354476774961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111046354476774961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111046354476774961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111046354476774961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-work-with-who.html' title='You Work with a &quot;Who&quot; ??'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111037786229132550</id><published>2005-03-09T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T06:17:42.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and My Shoelace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok... Here is an &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Enlightener"&lt;/span&gt; for all you poor souls. Dont ever...and I mean EVER think that you can get funny and humorous talking about how and why your shoe lace is untied, ok. It doesnt matter if you are the most humorous person in the whole of the 'Blacky thing' out there....uh....yeah....'The Universe', you just cant get anywhere speaking of a damn shoe lace. Actually, you know what... I take back whatever I just said. Its just me who is not able to come up with anything humorous with a shoe lace. I am sure there will be someone who can think of a million and one ways of striking a conversation with a &lt;strong&gt;*Damn*&lt;/strong&gt; shoelace as the subject. Hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that a few days back, I had this silliest thought that I can be funny and stuff if I could make up something and talk of how and why my shoelace was untied when my friend pointed it out to me.... and it turned out to be a disaster... &lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Can you please suggest me a story.. or a catchy pharse...&lt;/em&gt; (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-111037786229132550?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111037786229132550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111037786229132550&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111037786229132550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111037786229132550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-myself-and-my-shoelace.html' title='Me, Myself and My Shoelace'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-111020546775002646</id><published>2005-03-07T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:34:24.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to the Doc..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah...yeah....guilty as charged... was busy....Ok Ok...You dont have to push you know...I was lazy,Ok...Happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok let me get to the point now.Last Friday, I was on my way to the Doc for my tri-monthly checkup; and also help out the poor chap to refresh his knowledge (",). Now, I have to take this "Flying-train" to go to his Clinic which is situated in some distant, far away Utopia. I mean, why cant he just move the clinic to someplace which is easily accessible. *&lt;strong&gt;hmph&lt;/strong&gt;* I have to get down at the station and literally find my way through a maze to get to his place and poor me is very bad at directions... *&lt;strong&gt;sniff&lt;/strong&gt;*.I usually take the 8 o'clock train and reach there by 8.20. This time around, I was cursing myself..... "If only I had tied the lace of my shoes a little bit quicker"... "if only I had crossed that street a little bit faster"... "if only that the Ticket Dispatcher had nimbler fingers and handed the tickets quicker"... I could have caught the train. Now I had to sit for another 40 minutes for the next train *&lt;strong&gt;groan&lt;/strong&gt;*. Hmmm...but i got a sweet gift from God.... (oh Thank YOU.. Thank YOU)... oh yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After 39 minutes of groaning, cursing and thinking of more "if only's" I caught a glimpse of this cute girl. (",)..just a glimpse though. And, along came the train. I was looking for a place hoping to see her again if possible...Gave up and alighted one of those Tin cans. Sat down..and looked up... and a silent "Wow" escaped my lips. She was sitting just a row infront of me. I had to fight the temptation of going and sitting infront of her real hard...Y....the row was full of women and I am sure that they wont take a boy coming and sitting right in the middle of them, very lightly.. *&lt;strong&gt;sigh&lt;/strong&gt;*. Ok now for the description.She was not beautiful and all. Just decent. What really captured my eyes was her sense for dressing. She was in Jean and Black Tops with white embroidery. Nery little or no make-up that went well with the outfit and her golden-wheatish complexion. And she was wearing these earings with drops that were so damn stunning. I guess they were silver with Black gems arranged in a little flowery pattern...an elongated type of black-Marroon Bindi (is the spelling correct)....a Chain with a silver pendant, again with black gems... a slim antique like anklet.... and a silver ring with three black gems arranged in a sort of =&lt;strong&gt;oOo&lt;/strong&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;...uh...something like that. And...I was not even able to make out if she was wearing any eye-liner....Her eyes were so pretty.... Again, she was not a drop-dead gorgeous type. Its the dressing that literally blew me away. I think she knew that I was gawking at her...and I am sure that any girl which has the slightest bit of self-respect would look back at someone whose eyes were trying to get a glimpse of her at every possible moment. I mean, it was not like my eyes were literally glued on her... but I was like looking at her at ever possible instance. (",) . And you know what, one of those times when I stole to look at her, I caught her looking at me too... (",) hee hee.. By the way, I forgot to mention. I too was wearing a Black T-shirt and Black-pants.. (",)At one of the stops, another beautiful lady get onto the train... (",) My my...this was my lucky day or what. But, to be honest with you I did not look at this other girl (who was infact much prettier than than Ms.Black)... ok ok...I did sneak a little glimpse at her...but that was just a glimpse, ok.....honest.... I like kept looking at Ms.Black just hoping that she must not get down any sooner. Hmmm...like everyhting good comes to an end *&lt;strong&gt;Sigh&lt;/strong&gt;*, she got down....at....uh.... theeeeeeeeee "Light House" stop.... hee hee...Yeah, I noted that too. So, next time, I am going to purposely miss the 8 o'clock train...lol...wish me luck.And..umm..the visit to the doc went on perfectly apart from the bit where he got livid after noticing my sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight increase in weight.... hey, comeon, I am a growing-up child... right... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After all I just gained 4 kilos...hee hee...ok ok..I know that is too much. I just am not able to resist eating....mmmmmmm... lets see how many kilos i gain...err...lose before my next visit to my doc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys, I typed all this in a hurry. Kindly apologize for the million mistakes in the post... (",). Bye Take care. Great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja &lt;/span&gt;:.:&lt;/strong&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/10231807-111020546775002646?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/111020546775002646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=111020546775002646&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111020546775002646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/111020546775002646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-my-way-to-doc.html' title='On my way to the Doc..'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110975598961260074</id><published>2005-03-02T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:48:17.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was that....? Where did I runoff yesterday...? What did I do yesterday...?&lt;/em&gt; OK, let me see how well I can put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;Went&lt;/strong&gt; to places I had never gone alone, &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; things I had never done, &lt;strong&gt;realized&lt;/strong&gt; that I said words I had never said before when &lt;strong&gt;meeting&lt;/strong&gt; someone I never met ... Why ... because I felt in a way I had never felt before, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;C o m f o r t a b l e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:.:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110975598961260074?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110975598961260074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110975598961260074&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110975598961260074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110975598961260074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110968061615047443</id><published>2005-03-01T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T04:36:56.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, what's up with this &lt;em&gt;"Change is constant"&lt;/em&gt; thing.... why not the other way round...like &lt;em&gt;"Constant is Change&lt;/em&gt;".......Uhhhhhhh... Sorry about that. Something wrong with my head... Needs some Caffeine or a good bashing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am feeling cranky..hee hee...Hey, if you guys read my "not-so-good" feelings, I can make you read my cranky feelings too....right (",). ok, now....I am offffff... catch me if you can..... (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja &lt;/span&gt;:.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110968061615047443?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110968061615047443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110968061615047443&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110968061615047443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110968061615047443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/03/change.html' title='Change !!!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110957137956737752</id><published>2005-02-27T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:33:31.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Memories of Yester years... So many emotions... So many Sentiments.... Nostalgic.... &lt;em&gt;This is just a passing phase... Have to be &lt;strong&gt;STRONG&lt;/strong&gt;... Have to be &lt;strong&gt;STRONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was ransacking my house yesterday (",)... was lost in memories.... came across my priced possessions that I had stacked away in nook and corners of cupboards.... I saw my Second Standard score card.... my very first "attempts" at Sketches... test papers (where I scored the max).... Guitar notes... Huge collection of greeting cards and invitations (I never throw any of them away)... My attempt at writing a story... My Precious, Priceless possessions from my College days (You use your own imaginations for it...I am not seeding your thoughts... (",) )... My Half-A-Tonne collection of Comics... Ahhhh... those were the good ol' days... and above all the innocence that I had back then... am not very sure if the present generation will ever be able to enjoy the bliss of Innocence... I am a firm believer that You will have to have the knowledge of things only when you got to... any sooner... and you will miss the bliss of "not knowing" many aspects of life when you are actually "not supposed" to... (",).. What do you think... is innocence bliss??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110957137956737752?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110957137956737752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110957137956737752&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110957137956737752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110957137956737752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110924940635380679</id><published>2005-02-24T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T04:51:33.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why cant I be &lt;em&gt;Self-Centric&lt;/em&gt;... Why should I bother about others when they dont care a damn about me, about us....Why do they think only about themselves...aren't we close to them....Are we not a part of each other, God's own creations....we are close...yet so far...Why do they want to gnaw at every bit of respect I have for them...why is my patience being tested.... Why do they want me to change the way I think.... Or...is it that they want to confront the other "me"...the "me" which I myself don't know...I am trying hard not to grow into someone I myself will hate....I want to be innocent...Why...Why...Why...Why can't they just keep out of my/our lives..If they are supposed to be like this...then Why am I not??...Why should I be any different...Havent we been created to be equal...to help each other...isn't that the reason &lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt; linked our lives...Can't they see that I too have a life....Am I not fighting my own battles...Can't they realize that they are not the only ones fighting it out or Is it that they don't want to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont want to change and I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; not....I will not let you to change the way I think.....If I do then where is the difference....instead...I will &lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt; more strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's very uncharacteristic of me to post something like this. It kind of built inside me...and I had to take it out....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110924940635380679?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110924940635380679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110924940635380679&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110924940635380679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110924940635380679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/should-i.html' title='Should I ?'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110907764372205171</id><published>2005-02-22T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:37:24.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sleeping-Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/3530/720/Sleeping-Princess1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/3530/480/Sleeping-Princess1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here...I present before you the sleeping Princess and the heroine of the story I posted yesterday....the rose....Why...you aske...Well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seems that the bandwidth on the server where I stored the picture has been exceeded...as a result of which they are unwilling to let me show off the picture I drew... lol.. (",) But there is always another way for the shrewd Techied Brain...and so...I've found another way to show off (",). Ok, Enjoy the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja &lt;/span&gt;:.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110907764372205171?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110907764372205171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110907764372205171&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110907764372205171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110907764372205171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-sleeping-princess.html' title='My Sleeping-Princess'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110898529251833666</id><published>2005-02-21T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:42:19.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etching....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Helpless&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Hope this is a dream…….. A disturbing one…….&lt;br /&gt;Wishing it could have been better, here I am….&lt;br /&gt;With her, feeling her soft cheek against mine, her sweet smell drowning me…………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was having a great evening, chit chatting with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Spending those last minutes with them, before they were destined to go elsewhere, to serve their purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came and picked me up from the bunch….&lt;br /&gt;His lips brushed my cheek, warm breath filling me……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew what’s happening around me…. He was holding me and mumbling words I couldn’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;There she was….. walking towards us. The most beautiful lady I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;Tall and slender, walking in, towards our table, with all the confidence, aware about all the attention she seems to be getting. Men. Women. Attention seemed no boundary.&lt;br /&gt;Burgundy blouse, complementing her complexion. Beige skirt, brushing her knees, proud being wrapped around, most beautiful long legs.&lt;br /&gt;Her shiny black hair, in a stylish cut….&lt;br /&gt;Minimal jewellery and with no make up… she was looking gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me wonder, but why did he bring me here? Next to this beauty… I am nothing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her sparkling eyes lost its lusture when she saw his expression. She knew the worst is going to hit her, when she saw the soul brooding look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He confessed to her that, there was someone else in his life and he needs to leave. Leave forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was holding me…..&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me, with tear filled eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A drop of water, of the shredded heart, fell on me from her moist eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What have I done?”&lt;br /&gt;“Please, don’t let him go away from me….” She pleaded to me….&lt;br /&gt;Unable to do anything, apart from hear her, I was feeling helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has fate destined me to be a parting exchange, this time?&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn’t he giving me to show his love that he would be there for her, always?&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn't the tear dropped on me because of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind withering in her frail hands…. But, wishing he would choose to stay with her. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling her soft cheek against mine, her sweet smell drowning me, I was looking at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-sleeping-princess.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; as she closed her eyes, as if not to let him go away from her. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those words were so wonderful that I was not able to resist myself posting them on my blog to compliment my sketch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Edit*&lt;/strong&gt; I am adding this sentence because some of the readers did not understand the theme of the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The story is actually narrated by the rose. The lover picks the rose from a bunch and hands it over to his love as a parting gift.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now read the story again and it will make more sense....and one more thing...rotate the picture "AntiClockwise" to get the meaning correct....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja &lt;/span&gt;:.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110898529251833666?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110898529251833666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110898529251833666&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110898529251833666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110898529251833666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/etching.html' title='Etching....'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110864753270858952</id><published>2005-02-17T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T05:41:07.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....How I wonder what you are (",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah....more star gazing....and just looooved it. So many winking at me...as if they existed to impress me and me alone. I was just lost in deep thoughts seeing them...Will there be someone else in this world...at this very moment... just like me ....having the same thoughts as mine... and longing to meet that person from her dreams.....Uh ooooh... I have said too much.... &lt;em&gt;rrrrrrrriiiippp&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Zipped my mouth*... (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, that was a face of mine that I was not supposed to reveal...hee hee... thats ok..I am sharing it only with you...(",) Anyway, what happened was this...I left office early (again), but this time myself along with my roomies went to the Besant Nagar beach. We were afraid that it would be too crowded with couples and people coming for their daily walk... But thank God, that was not the case.. The beach was very thinly populated. We had Pani poori at a stall and then had our dinner at a Restaurant. Was not able to eat much *sigh*...and in addition, I am supposed to be on a diet &lt;em&gt;(Note: "Supposed to be", but am not...hee hee &lt;/em&gt;(",)&lt;em&gt; Dont u tell that to my Doc...OK...&lt;strong&gt;Deal&lt;/strong&gt;...Else he'll fry me until all the extra calories burn...Ok ok...that was Gross, I accept...)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the dinner, I got myself a T-Shirt...a &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brownish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;greenish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;blackish&lt;/strong&gt; sort of a color...&lt;em&gt; (am still guessing the actual color)&lt;/em&gt;. And then we went to the beach and sat in the middle of No-mans land. We all had a hearty chat..and me started Star gazing...and I did not dare to enlighten everyone with my "Constellation" Knowledge... For the love of my life...I didnt want myself to be beaten to pulp. yeah..yeah.. I am a Black belt in karatheand stuff..I know...but 5 against one...Dont you think that it is a "whhheee" bit too much... Ok...great day... see ya tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110864753270858952?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110864753270858952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110864753270858952&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110864753270858952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110864753270858952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-i-wonder-what-you-are.html' title='....How I wonder what you are (&quot;,)'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110855760897655045</id><published>2005-02-16T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T04:41:00.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle twinkle little star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y'day...I went home earlier than usual....to find my Appartment locked...and I didnt have any key.... *sigh*... was locked out...I didnt have the keys. My roomies &lt;em&gt;(5 of them)&lt;/em&gt; who were supposed to be there around that time did not turn up. Now, there is no bond that they should be there...but they have to be there na... So, this was my condition...locked out...No vehicle... No place to go... No nothing... :(&lt;br /&gt;So, I along with one of my roomies &lt;em&gt;(who was "supposed" to be having a key)&lt;/em&gt; who just turned up went up to the terrace. Goodness..there was a sight which I had missed for so many months... the twinkling stars in the dark sky...was so beautiful to look at. I am not able to realize what makes them so pretty. After all, they are just tiny little twinkling dots stuck up there...high above...in a dark blanket... but still.... they were so pretty to look.. I kept on staring... I started to explain the constellations to my roomie...but he was not interested.... *sigh* 5 minutes of Fame lost... He started fondling with my Cell and I kept on Gazing at those lovely little tiny spots winking at me... (",). Half an hour later, our saviour came and after a short Verbal fight we entered the App. Ghosh...I have do that again.... Even the stars winking at me drives me crazy.... (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110855760897655045?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110855760897655045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110855760897655045&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110855760897655045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110855760897655045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html' title='Twinkle twinkle little star'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110847702533846200</id><published>2005-02-15T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T06:17:05.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUTION !! Techie post ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmmm... Its been a while since I wrote a "Techie" post now. And I think it would be very romantic if I wrote it today. It would have been more romantic had I written it y'day...(Can U now see why Mr.Cupid is scared of me (",) ). Anyways, I just happened to bump into &lt;a href="http://www.gifworks.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; wonderful site &lt;em&gt;(The amount of wonder depends on the height of "geek"-ity U possess... Dont scratch ur head, its a made up word)&lt;/em&gt;. Its this site where u can actually create/edit Animated Gifs and all... U can even create cute little 3-D banners for urself...yeah...cute little tool it is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All is well that ends well... ????? Y did I say that... dunno...might have read it in one of the numerous blogs that I was reading all day. Just wanted to say and so I did. OK, I see I am getting nowhere.. Let me stop here..Go ahead and enjoy the site....If you are in a corporate Company..just hope it wont be Web '&lt;strong&gt;Non&lt;/strong&gt;' Sensed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chou....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110847702533846200?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110847702533846200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110847702533846200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110847702533846200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110847702533846200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/caution-techie-post-ahead.html' title='CAUTION !! Techie post ahead...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110839094679695674</id><published>2005-02-14T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:51:08.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its V-day (",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo..all you Love Birds out there... (",) How did the day go? How many of you went screaming behind girls.... (I'm assuming Girls wuld be more civilized (",) )...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhhh, Nothing special from my side apart from sighing that there weren't any cupids fluttering behind me to hurt my behind...hee hee...U get it... &lt;em&gt;"Behind me to hurt my behind"..&lt;/em&gt;hee hee...bad joke,eh... ok..forget it. Anyways, nothing special here. Just another day. But, I 've always wanted to have one of those candle light dinners like they show in those movies (Man,...those heros get all the good looking girls.. I wonder there will ever be any "not-so good looking" hero and a absolutely charming and the cutest Girlfriend. Now, that's a movie that I would love to watch...U know..more "Adventurous" kinda stuff). Ok enough of dreaming..... so, u guys got any candle light dinner or moon light walking stuff... If ur answer was a "Yes" then I &lt;strong&gt;envy&lt;/strong&gt; you...if "no" ....welcome to my world...the world of techie geeks where u sweat even if someone half as cute as the side actress in movies smiles at you.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok then....See ya later... Happy Valentining...now...is that even a word....Damn.... where is a dictionary when u need one.... Ok...see ya next time around..Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja &lt;/span&gt;:.:&lt;/strong&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/10231807-110839094679695674?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110839094679695674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110839094679695674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110839094679695674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110839094679695674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-v-day.html' title='Its V-day (&quot;,)'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110811411689721698</id><published>2005-02-11T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T02:07:47.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By far the Cutest Pic I've seen..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/3530/720/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/3530/480/Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Folks....I am off to my native once again to spend my weekend... See u all on Monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Au Revoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:.:&lt;/span&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; :.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110811411689721698?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110811411689721698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110811411689721698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110811411689721698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110811411689721698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/by-far-cutest-pic-ive-seen.html' title='By far the Cutest Pic I&apos;ve seen..'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110804740003736999</id><published>2005-02-10T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:02:54.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever had the feeling that u are absoultely Cent percent right abt something, only for it to strike right back to u and prove u wrong. Well, it happened to me today...and it got me right where it hurt....God, I never seem to learn from my mistakes. I dunno when someone is going to drive some sense into my over cooked "Techie" brain. Well...someone has to it, else, one fine day my brain is gonna stop churning and I am going to fall straight on my Nose... :BAM:...and then I will have a 'X' for an eye like they show on one of those Cartoons. Boooohooo......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont stare at me,...I ll tell u what went wrong today. U remember my second post ?....Yeah...the one where I told U how my over cooked Gray Matter thought that Blogspot was buggy. Well.. now, this same....stupid...idiotic....use for nothing....brain &lt;em&gt;(I hope there is infact something called a Brain in my Anatomy)&lt;/em&gt; of mine did the same thing all over.....AGAIN....only this time, the scope was still more large.....I actually thought that PeopleSoft &lt;em&gt;(Domain on which I am working on)&lt;/em&gt; is Buggy.... Boooohoooo....only to be later proven that I was completely wrong......When am I going to stop being "&lt;em&gt;smarty pants&lt;/em&gt;" .... Boooohooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh God....When am I going to learn ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110804740003736999?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110804740003736999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110804740003736999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110804740003736999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110804740003736999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-did-it-again.html' title='I did it again...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110795777449584184</id><published>2005-02-09T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T06:06:07.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snappin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now,...... U do know how "down" I was feeling y'day, right....today I am in a completely different mood... I am all light-hearted and "bubbly"... (",). What brought about the change, u ask? Umm...It was a girl..., not like the one I was talking to u abt, but a 4 Year old girl, Joy Gruttman. She actually sang her way into my heart... (",)......Infact, as we speak.... millions and millions are getting enchanted by this 4 year old German. We all know that Germans are known for the strong "&lt;em&gt;Manliness&lt;/em&gt;" in their Language....and U would certainly be hit by images of the Tiny Mouche.... (",); that of the one and only Hitler.Now, this little girl has taken those visions by its head and turned it completely around.... I am not making any sense, am I.... Well.. hold ur thoughts for now..... Tell me what you think once you hear &lt;a href="http://f2.grp.yahoofs.com/v1/YKMUQjNF4f1n3GXknAkBssKUgpSjz8Kp4hGA-RgePK-FNLPMzL51oR8Gvts5bGC25ZI6e9QYVGZnTZH9KUUZdQ/Schnappi.mp3"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There....I can see that smile.....(",).. U know what, I have been listening to this song for almost 20 - 30 times...and still I am not able to control myself from tapping my feet and nodding my head. (",) I just love the song.. Here is a quote from a Website.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The hottest thing in German music right now is a 4-year-old girl's made-up song about a crocodile. Joy Gruttman's song, "Snappy the Little Crocodile" ("Schnappi, das kleine Krokodil"), is the No. 1 song on the German charts. Her family posted the song on a Web site as a joke, but a radio station in Cologne, Germany, got hold of it and made it a hit. Gruttman is the youngest recording artist to make it to the German Top 10, let alone No. 1. "Snappy" beat out songs by Kylie Minogue and Linkin Park. The song is even appearing as remixes in German dance clubs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xoop.nl/videoclip.php?id=1211&amp;name=joy-gruttman-schnappi"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link which has the Video and if you are really into Ringtone's, &lt;a href="http://www.mms-sms.ch/lyrics/schnappi-das-kleine-krokodil-schnappi.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a site for you. Note that the later one has the lyrics for the whole song....and in case you want the translation, &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&amp;amp;sl=de&amp;u=http://www.mms-sms.ch/lyrics/schnappi-das-kleine-krokodil-schnappi.asp&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dschnappi%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26rls%3DDVXB,DVXB:2005-03,DVXB:en"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the same link with translation applied....with Google's Translation Tool.&lt;br /&gt;Now...isnt that the sweetest song u've heard... (",). Until next time....chou....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110795777449584184?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110795777449584184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110795777449584184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110795777449584184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110795777449584184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/snappin.html' title='Snappin&apos;'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110787638650986654</id><published>2005-02-08T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T07:26:26.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not feeling so good :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not in high spirits today. Dont know why... Guess it is one of those days where you feel lost and nothing whatsoever seems to cheer u up &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(ummm....EXCEPTION - Someone reaaaaaaaaaaaalllly cute smiles at you, then u are altogether on a completely different Dimension... like walking on air and stuff like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(",)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm...but that never happens to me. So, guess I have to live with the feeling for now. Now, I dont understand at all..... Why cant u just bail out of a feeling when you want to....after all...u do know that persisting in the same condition is not going to get you anywhere... Why should you keep thinking of the same thing over and over again... And You know what the worst is....all the feelings that you sweat out really hard to overcome comes trickling back to mess you even more... then you are in  complete deep &lt;strong&gt;*^#%&lt;/strong&gt;.... Are you getting what I am trying to say here.... ? mmmm...?I keep saying to myself... "Got to get over it....Got to get over it..." and I am going nowhere.... The only thing that is happening is getting even more damn depressed..... But, You know what, I have a couple of ways to over come &lt;em&gt;(or "under come"...or "around come"... whatever)&lt;/em&gt; this.... I am going to go home...take a paper...pencil and do a sketch... I'm sure that'll take my mind off this....Yeah..thats what I am going to do... I'm going to hit this feeling right on its head... (",)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So,... am just curious....whatever will you do when you happen to confront this situation.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.:&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110787638650986654?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110787638650986654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110787638650986654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110787638650986654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110787638650986654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-feeling-so-good.html' title='Not feeling so good :('/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110778586208984718</id><published>2005-02-07T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T06:22:04.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's This !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey yo, (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How are u..? Mmmmm....Dont know what to write today, so here goes nothing....Crack this if U can....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pauper has this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rich dont have this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is worse than Death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Bigger than God Himself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This could satisfy anyone on the Earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This enchants u more than love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This hurts u more than love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So,....what's This...?? (",). Ummm...do u want me to give ya a hint.... mmmmmmm....naaa....Its an easy one...Let's see if u can crack it... (",)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urs,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&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/10231807-110778586208984718?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110778586208984718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110778586208984718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110778586208984718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110778586208984718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-this.html' title='What&apos;s This !!!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110744709905152872</id><published>2005-02-03T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T08:15:27.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yup yup yup.....U guessed it right. I somehow managed to convince the fellow sitting on the other side of the Glass box (Counselar) that I would be of some use to the company if I travel onsite to the "US of A" and got my Visa stamped... yaaaaaaaaaay.... To tell u the truth, I was a real bundle of nerves out there. Goodness, I have never seen myself in more pathetic situation. I could not even speak properly. Words were just NOT coming ou my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;The day started as usual, only difference was that I bunked office. (",) I had a very bad dream last night...so, I was just circling the room nervously not know what to do... I didnt want to do exercise...didnt want to brush ... bath... nothing... It was this feeling I just not able to explain. After a few dizzying circles I settled down and brushed my teeth. I waited till everyone left and had my bath. Then I sat down to memorize my Justification letters and stuff. It was tougher than I thought. I was so nervous that I could get the difference betwwen an Immigrant and an Emmigrant. (".)&lt;br /&gt;somehow mugged up the whole lot of 8 pages &lt;em&gt;(Now, thats a lot of pages considering that you are terribly out of touch from mugging and that you are in a rather edgy situation).&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, I mugged up the whole lot and around half past 12 I started getting ready for the Battle (&lt;em&gt;what are u smiling at...yes it is a battle...).&lt;/em&gt; I turned around to see my " B R A N D N E W "Louis Phillipe" lying peacefully in a corner. I took it on my hands...ripped the cover off...pulled out all those damn pins they stick into that lovely piece of cloth and peeled of those lables. Apart from the ripping, pullling and peeling, I was very delicate to my shirt...after all 1000 bucks is a lot of money... I wore it and admired myself...(Dude, you make this shirt look good...hee hee...No I was not telling that.....just trying to make u think that I am handsome and stuff... (",) ).&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I dressed up and looked outside the balcony and I was in shock to see that it was drizzling outside&lt;em&gt;....(Me: Noooo...not today)&lt;/em&gt; As if the rain gods took pity on me, it stopped after some 2 minutes. I wanted to take a taxi to the Counselate..but ended up taking a bus...just for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, my appointment was at 3.30. But I reached the place at 1.45....u know...just in case....And to my surprise, they allowed me in &lt;em&gt;(Guess they really wanted me to go to the US of A to develop their country...lol)&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, I was in. The interview is supposed to take place like this. You pay all the DD's and stuff and you are made to sit in a row of chairs. When your turn comes, your Number will be called out and you have to go to the counter specified. Since the rush was very thin, I was asked to straight away go to a counter. Now, I was actually looking forward to meet an American Guy and I was all prepared to answer his questions with my best possible American accent&lt;em&gt; (To impress him...Hee hee)....&lt;/em&gt;and guess who I encountered....a fat...nose poking guy who had the nerve to make me wait while he happily poked his nose. He got all my documents...and three one by one back at me... Now I was boiling hot...For Heaven's sake, he even threw my Degree Certificate as if it was a piece of scrap or something.... if it were not for those menancing guards...I would have ripped him apart...or atleast give him a cold stare or something. Now, throwing the Degree certificate is one thing, now he threw even my visa application back at me. I was like ....&lt;em&gt;"What the....Is this a joke or something...He has not even asked a single question"... &lt;/em&gt;Now he stared at me and said... &lt;em&gt;"Go"...&lt;/em&gt; I was still standing there, perplexed, refusing to even bat an eyelid. Then he repeated &lt;em&gt;"Go Inside"&lt;/em&gt;...and I still stood there... Only after a couple of seconds did I realize that the actual interview is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I proceeded further inside and I came to this big room where there were close to 12 counters and everyone was looking tense inside...and I heard all kinds of American accents. &lt;em&gt;aaaaaahhhh...so this is the Interview hall &lt;/em&gt;. I took one of the empty seats and waited for my turn. I was called out and I ran like crazy &lt;em&gt;(I was still nervous).&lt;/em&gt; I didnt even bother to look around if anyone was staring me. And now, I took out the Justification letter and again went through it again...u know...like last minute revision that we used to do back in our school and college days. I started to look at the other counters. There was this one lady who rejected two applicants in a row... This made me still more nervous. &lt;em&gt;(I think I am like this guy in Five Point Someone. The one who breaks down when it comes to facing a viva). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon my turn came and I was facing the interviewer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Int:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What's the Client's Name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 3M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Int:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, what are u going to do at HM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (HM...whats HM....I didnt say that...)&lt;/em&gt; Uh....3M, sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Int:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, so what are you going to do there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We have finished Unit Testing.. We are going to System Testing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Int:&lt;/strong&gt; What are you going to do there ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Is he deaf or something)..&lt;/em&gt; We are going to System tes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Int:&lt;/strong&gt; Sir, Please tell me what exactly you are going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Man, I am a gone case... @@*%^%#$ I am a gonner for sure...Anyway, I ll give it a try and vomit whatever I mugged up)&lt;/em&gt; Sir, I ll be getting the Design Docs from Client and give it to the Offshore. I ll get the doubts clarified, put forward by the offshore team, by the Business Users.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Int:&lt;/strong&gt; Pay your DD at counter No.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " :blank: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Int:&lt;/strong&gt; Take the receipt and pay ur DD at the counter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Wow....did I just make it....Did I actually get the Visa.....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bewildered, I went to the counter, gave the DD, got the receipt, came out....and I still it has not got into me....Gues I ll beleive only when I get the stamped Passport in my hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well...That was my day. Now, If you have really read the entire story....Hats off to you...I respect you... (",). See ya.... Great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110744709905152872?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110744709905152872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110744709905152872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110744709905152872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110744709905152872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/yeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaah.html' title='Yeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaah....'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110734958038564561</id><published>2005-02-02T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T05:06:20.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers Crossed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am right now in a sort of &lt;em&gt;"sitting on the edge of the seat"&lt;/em&gt; mood. Why?.... 'Coz I have my Visa Interview tomorrow. Now...hold on...don't jump into conclusions that I am going to jump onto one of those flying machines....mmmm...what do they call it...yeah... "AeroPlanes" and fly like a bird and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   Actually, The management down here is making us guys travel ready so that they can chuck us out as soon as they get a Project. Mmmmm.... I am hoping for the best.... I am a liiiiiiiiiitllllle bit edgy right now. Just keeping my fingers crossed. Hope everything goes on fine and I get my Visa stamped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, then....leaving for the day now...got some shopping to do...(going to get myself a descent looking shirt... (",) )....after all I've got to impress the Counsel Officer; if not with my looks, atleast with my dressing sense. Hee hee....there ya go...You can see the nervousness in my writing, right.... Doesnt matter even if you dont... The fact is, I am going to attend an Visa Interview tomorrow....Yikes...... OK now....I've got to calm down....ok....hhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm... There....I am relaxed now....Oh my god....Got to catch my Bus.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK....Great day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Balakishnaraja &lt;/span&gt;:.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110734958038564561?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110734958038564561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110734958038564561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110734958038564561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110734958038564561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/02/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers Crossed'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110718079286296288</id><published>2005-01-31T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T06:03:05.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Cognizance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whew...had a busy week..so couldnt do justice to my blog. Hmmm...actually thought of posting on&lt;br /&gt;every muscle I twitched in the past week...but kinda lost interest...But I am all pumped up to write on the Annual Day Celebration of CTS... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God...was it good or what...I really enjoyed it....So, here goes...It was 3.00 PM (Friday, 28) and I was busy lapping up last minute work. Then I said to myself that enough is enough and shut down my PC. Me, along with a few of my colleagues took the Company bus to reach the Jawaharlal Indoor Stadium (Thats where the Annual day was set to take place... (",)... guess next time around, the Admin people would have to book bigger stadium...lol ).Anyways...we went inside and took the seats right infront of the Stage. The show started. Two guys started beating up these 'poor' huge drums... I was not able to hear even the faintest of the rhtym 'coz the whole stadium was resonating with thousands and thousands of yells and shouts.. Then they started to move away as the lights turned into a reddish pink haze. The sounds of the drums faded away as a wowan, draped in a sort of Blue/White sheets of cloth (",) came onto the stage... she started narrating a story which went like &lt;em&gt;"Once upon a time there was a puddle of water and it started expanding its boundaries....it wanted to move in all directions but decided to move towards the east ("India")...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaa"&lt;/em&gt;....well...thats what I heard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess everyone wanted give their throats a complete workout...; and she kept on saying something and then a bunch of guys/gals came out in a two by two formation, separated and circled the stage...They got into formation and the dance started....well...to put in plain words...the choreography was something I had never witnessed &lt;em&gt;(not that I am 50 years old and have lots of experience...but it was something different)&lt;/em&gt;. They had combined Bharathanatyam, Kalaripayitu (Kerala's own Martial Arts), Strong Man, Silambaatam &lt;em&gt;(where they use Long sticks to fight)&lt;/em&gt; and may be tons more....The BGM was done by none other than Vicku Vinayagam. It was simply fascinating &lt;em&gt;(Me&gt; :blink: :blink: with mouth a little bit open... lol)&lt;/em&gt;. I came to know that the Choreographer was Anitha Rathnam, the one who thought that she would captivate all of us with a "so-called" mythical story....Ghosh...if only she could stop talking, or narrating...whatever...Then came Sunitha Sarathi (PlayBackSinger)...wow...was she gorgeous or what....everyone started howling and whistling. I tried my best to howl...and all I got was a pathetic 'hhhhhoooo'...Damn this Throat operation I had a few months ago...I was not able to raise the pitch of my voice....and for Heaven's sakes I was not&lt;br /&gt;even able to yell.. I started cursing the doctors who operated on me. I mean...how could they do this to me... They have taken away the best show off (howling) I could put up, as Whistling was a big ban at my house (",).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After exactly 30 seconds, 29 milliseconds and 115 nanoseconds of Cursing, I started to feast my eyes and ears on what the organizers had presented for us. She had such a scintillating voice. My feet started tapping to the rhythym. There was also this other Girl (who sang in U20 Me18) and Karthick (Girlfriend Song in Boys). All the time I was swaying to the music.It was 9 by now.... I had to watch the time all the while 'coz I relied on the bus arranged by CTS to get myself back to my room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By now, my stomach started making peculiar sounds... Now, It was time to satisfy my Digestive system as well... I hurried down to have a quick snack. To my astonishment, the food was being served by Taj Coromandel...Now..that certainly deserved some respect right...so, I started gobbling up everything I could.... Then had a couple of scoops of icecream &lt;em&gt;(or was it 5 scoops....i am not able to remember..Hee hee)&lt;/em&gt;. About 20 odd minutes later, after doing justice to my tummy, I went back in.This time, I went and sat very near to the stage....I started to listen and this tempo started building inside me....There was this group of people dancing around infront of the stage. Just for teh heck of it, I went and stood beside them.. The music was too good and I was not able to control. All hell broke loose and even before I could say "Tintinabulation" (not literally guys (",)) I started jumping around....well u must have seen me... I almost resembled a big lump of Homo Sapien plopping around like mad when compared to the grace of the dancers on stage...But I never cared. It just got into me. I was doing steps that even Mj could not do... (or would not do, rather ... (",) ). I danced and danced without noticing the time....It was around 10.15 when I had a look at my watch....I was tempted to stay back but the last busses were supposed to leave around 10.30....still I stayed back. Now, the singers signed off and the DJ came on to the stage. This was my cue....and I dashed out along with a friend who I met in the corridor, making a frantic search for our bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just about got onto the bus when it started to leave and finally made it to our room.... I was totally exhausted from all the plopping around....Had a sound sleep and next day, I was on the ECR making my way towards my native....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- T H E E N D -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;....Sheesh...this must be the loooongest post I have written.... So, did you enjoy it... ooops....its almost time...got to catch my bus now.... (",)....See ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Balakishnaraja &lt;/span&gt;:.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110718079286296288?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110718079286296288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110718079286296288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110718079286296288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110718079286296288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/01/celebrating-cognizance.html' title='Celebrating Cognizance'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110666441223215726</id><published>2005-01-25T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T06:46:52.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Folks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a story that I wrote a few months back. I wanted to take a whack and see how I fair in writing a story and this is what I came up with. Beware that it has a Tragic Ending. I am sure that many of you might disagree with it...but I am equally sure that some will find it touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thought though....The very first question that people ask me when they see this story is,&lt;em&gt; "Is this a true Incident ?".&lt;/em&gt;...Never really understood why they put that question.... So, Here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   Depressed, that was my mood when she first came into my life as a gentle and soothing breeze. She consoled me. She made me think that there is more to life. She had this childish way doing things. She was still very innocent. Her playful and innocent talk made me re-discover my lost happiness... That 'Stress and Depression' slowly started to fade away. We became friends, very close friends. We discussed everything, absolutely everything that was under the sun...And....One day, it happened. She proposed to me. We had not met even a single time. I was taken aback. I did not want her to propose to me as a girl, but as a woman. I was able to realize that she had a crush on me, and not love. I wanted her to see my true face, without any of the 'worldly' masks...So, I  'Ironically' wore an other one. Although, I liked her, infact, loved her to the core, I pretended that I was not. I wore a couple more masks, hundreds ..maybe.....for I wanted her to realize that I could also be someone whom she would have never expected me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She cried.. she cried desperately trying to make me accept her love, not knowing that I already had. I was stubborn. I wanted her to see my true face. I explained her that what she had was deep affection and not 'love'. I probably would have beaten myself to death for having said that. But I did, not once, but many times. I did not want her to get involved with someone whom she would not, if she had a chance to look at my real face, for that's how much deep my affection was. I was successful in making her think that what she had was only deep friendship for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Days went by. I made her cry, deliberately....yes, I made her cry........(I did not care if others called me a male Chauvinist).Each time I made her cry, I felt my energy drain....I cried even louder... my heart felt the pain. But, I wanted her to mature. I redirected her thoughts into thinking in a more mature way.I wanted to see whether she would hold on to me. I know that if people knew what I was doing to her, they would call me a Beast.But, I did not want her to marry a person whom she would rather not. Each time I made her cry, I whispered to her that she was getting closer and closer to me. I was able to see that she held on to me....no matter what I did. She matured....she blossomed into a beautiful woman, right in front of my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It is not that I wanted only her to make all the sacrifices and undergo all the pain. She was possessive, she was very possessive. So, I neglected all my friends. My contact list started reducing quite drastically. Slowly I started to realize that I have to express my thoughts to her. I knew that it would not be fair on my part if I hold myself back any longer. I did not want to make my love cry any longer. I was able to notice that she was still in love with me. I was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was waiting for my oppurtunity. But, then................one day she told me that she was in love with some other person. I shattered into a million pieces. I did not know what to do. I reiterated her that what she had for the other person was not true love, for I know that she loved me. I tried desperately to make her realize. I started to shedding my masks....thousands and thousands of them ....But..... not fast enough, I suppose......for a couple of days later, she said that she was married......................................Yes, the other guy tied the knot.................And now, I support her thoughts for She is happy now, and that's what I always wanted of her. She is happy. My cute friend is happy......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110666441223215726?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110666441223215726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110666441223215726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110666441223215726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110666441223215726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/01/story.html' title='A Story....'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110657547693762940</id><published>2005-01-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:17:51.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am here for you....Dont Worry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aren't these the exact words that you crave to listen out of the lips of the person you love the most? I mean....wont you just go to the leaps and bounds of the world to do anything for the person that you like/love the most. Just imagine these words coming from the most lovable perosn in this whole wide world when you are in distress. It doesnt matter how battered you are....or how 'down' you are feeling..., these words have that magic touch which makes you have the exact same feeling that you had when your mother embraced you when you were feeling afraid... unprotected against the cruel world that loomed in front of you in your childhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You feel &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Reenergized&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Rejuvinated&lt;/span&gt;....Now, the problem that pounced on you from nowhere...that left you offguard...that made you think that the heavens are going to crash upon you all the way down to hell.....that very same problem seemed so insignificant...a speck of dust.... that can be just blown away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Well...comeon...you will atleast feel your heart lighten, right... ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; ).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These were the thoughts that were mystifying my mind when I drew this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://c.1asphost.com/dreamerbala/shouldertosupport.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can 'feel' her &lt;em&gt;Eyes&lt;/em&gt;...then I presume I have accomplished the reason I drew this Picture.Wishing you a peaceful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt; You can Download the softwares required to view the file here. - &lt;a href="http://www.oldversion.com/program.php?n=acrobat"&gt;Acrobat Reader&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.winzip.com/"&gt;Winzip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:.:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110657547693762940?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110657547693762940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110657547693762940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110657547693762940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110657547693762940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-here-for-youdont-worry.html' title='I am here for you....Dont Worry...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110630348425591905</id><published>2005-01-21T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:47:46.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...Delicious....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey there,I recently came across this &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us"&gt;Delicious&lt;/a&gt; site.. (".)...NO...its got nothing to do with Food or Drinks....Its a Book-Marking site...yeah...a Book-Marking site....The usage is something like this. You must be maintaining a list of Favorites on your PC, right.....Now...You wont be able to access this list once you move away from your PC right... well...Here is &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us"&gt;Delicious&lt;/a&gt; to solve your problems. All you have to do is Register yourselves to this Site and you will be provided with Script files that you need to add to your "Links" on the IE Bar and you are done.... Now you can add your personal Favorites to your account by just clicking on this link. You will be asked to associate every link that you add with one or more tags to make your "Searching" easier. The catch is....the list is Public. Yup...anyone can access your list. When you look at it....It serves as a Search Engine too....a Search Engine that is built entirely by the users...Cool...aint it... (",) ........And Guess what....You can even Subscribe to a particular users list.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway Folks, I am off to Pondicherry (my native, remember) to spend my weekend. Its just around Two and a Half Hour Drive on the beaauuuutiful ECR road. Great day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/10231807-110630348425591905?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110630348425591905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110630348425591905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110630348425591905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110630348425591905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/01/mmmmdelicious.html' title='Mmmm...Delicious....!!!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110622762628986890</id><published>2005-01-20T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T05:33:29.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do U see the connection b/w Open Source and an Idly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what was that??.....'No way'...you say. Well, I would have been thinkning on the same lines had I not attended a lecture on &lt;a href="http://www.opensource.org"&gt;Open Source&lt;/a&gt;. There are these series of weekly lectures that are being organized over here. Actually, I never even bothered to check them out as I thought it would be another one of those really boring ones that solves only one purpose....killing time..... But, word started spreading that it was quite informative. And it happened that this week someone wanted to educate us all (atleast the 'Enthu' ones showing up to the lecture) about Open Source.Now..you do know that I was all 'enthu' this time, right; so, I made up my mind and went to attend it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The lecture commenced and the guy on the Podium started with these exact words... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Can U see the connection between Open Source and an Idly'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...and I am sure that everyone in the audience pondered if he had a screw loose somewhere. As if he had sensed all our thoughts, he gave this Naughty smile and continued....'What I am refering here is the &lt;em&gt;'Recipe'&lt;/em&gt; of the Idly....If the person who found out this Magic recipe did not have the heart to share it with others, then how could &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'The Idly' be so popular today....so, in a way Idly's recipe is an Open Source and so there is your connection between an Idly and Open Source.....(Naughty smile)'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;: These were his words. And all of us giggled. With this he went on with his lecture. It was very informative nevertheless....I dont know how useful it was to others, but I got a topic to write about and get the attention of you folks for the day .... Heh heh (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, and I certainly want to thank ~&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N e e l s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, ~&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M e g h a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, ~&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H o n e y&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and ~&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S a n g e e t h a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (in no particular order.... (',) ) for your comments....I hope I can write interesting posts to make you guys come and visit my blog on a frequent basis.... Thanks a lot for the support you guys....&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(^_^)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.:&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110622762628986890?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110622762628986890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110622762628986890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110622762628986890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110622762628986890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/01/do-u-see-connection-bw-open-source-and.html' title='Do U see the connection b/w Open Source and an Idly'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110613402385913697</id><published>2005-01-19T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T05:12:45.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogspot is buggy...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well...being a Technical Geek, I am almost always driven into thinkning if everything has bugs or errors in them. Those were the exact thoughts that were going on inside my Gray Matter (Brain &lt;strong&gt;:) &lt;/strong&gt;) today morning. Here is what happened: I created this new blod yesterday and I wanted to add a new post today. So, I went into the Admin Page of Blogspot. But to my surprise I was not able to find the link where I am supposed to post. I even asked a fellow blogger and even he was dumbsturck....Hence forth, I decided that it must a bug....&lt;strong&gt;(^_^)&lt;/strong&gt; But, then I had brain wave. I remembered that I had two registrations with Blogspot. I had created the Blog in one of them and actually was trying to find the blog in the other one.... lol. Anyway, I atlast found out that the problem was with my Gray matter....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...apart from that....nothing much happening today. I had to attend a day long meeting. Man...am I exhausted or what!! Due to the unusually long duration, we had to shift among meeting rooms and right now we have run out of them....Every meeting room in this whole campus is occupied. Ok then, guess one of 'em is vacant now... Have to leave now. Great day Folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:.: &lt;/span&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; :.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110613402385913697?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110613402385913697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110613402385913697&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110613402385913697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110613402385913697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/01/blogspot-is-buggy.html' title='Blogspot is buggy...???'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10231807.post-110605818770388642</id><published>2005-01-18T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T04:00:56.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Myself.....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi this is &lt;strong&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been trying to write a blog for quite some time...but due to my laziness I never actually started. However, as you can see, today is an exception.. I have indeed created one.... and to start off I am going to ramble over and over about myself in this very first post of mine.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so.........here goes.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am known by many names 'cos of my lengthy name. But I prefer other calling me Kishna....I am a Pondicherrian, quiet and peaceful sort of a guy. I dont usually start moving freely with a person until I know him/her well. I was born and brought up in Pondicherry, a Union Territory on the Coromandel Coast. I did my schooling (right from KinderGarten all the way to +2) in the 'Pondy famous' Petit Seminaire Higher Secondary School. I then completed my Bachelor Degree in Electronics and Communications at (again Pondy famous) Pondicherry Engineering College. I parted my dear home town when I got placed in a Software Firm as a Programmer Analayst. I am a worshipper of this so called 'Idiot Box' as most of them would put it. I met this most dearest friend of mine during my second year of Under Graduation, and ever since my life changed. I dont know what I will do if I am deprived of a PC for a month or two. I just love working on a PC. My area of expertise used to be quite a big list, starting from C going all the way to ASP and J2EE. Now, I am working in the ERP domain, PeopleSoft, which has been recently taken over by Oracle. Other than Programming, I really love Art. But I do only Pencil sketches. Somehow, I think Black and White can put a lot of emotions and 'stuff' into the picture when compared to Colour Paintings. During my school days I learnt Karate (Gi Toku Kai Karate &amp; Kohino Shuto Rui styles)and somehow attained the status of a Black Belt and I even used to play the Guitar then although I am terribly out of touch right now. My most recent hobby is learning and amazing my friends with Card and Coin Magic. Ever since my childhood I was interested, but really drove me into spending my time on this is none other than the famous David Blaine. Many Magi hate him, but if you ask me, he is one superb performance artist; after all Magic is Performance Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Urs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:.: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balakishnaraja&lt;/span&gt; :.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10231807-110605818770388642?l=urskishna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/feeds/110605818770388642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10231807&amp;postID=110605818770388642&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110605818770388642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10231807/posts/default/110605818770388642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urskishna.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-myself.html' title='Me Myself.....!!!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07567717022635098650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
