tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-181993182024-03-07T18:18:06.398-08:00Marutham Speaks.....Ever heard of a pen friend? This blog is basically my friend through which I have met really wonderful people with like interest -since 2005 (Originally - 'Life and Reality;Imagination and Creativity.') :) I share here -basically anything that rattles in my head, mostly with things that interest me - Music,Art,Cooking and events from the chapters of my life.
Just read on pal.... You will get the pictureMaruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-86091223329734448162012-12-31T14:57:00.001-08:002012-12-31T15:01:54.343-08:00English Vinglish! - Super Duper ;) <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Helloa!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dear blog readers Firstly .....As usual i come up with excuses for not being regular for a change this time it is VALID :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am a new mommie and all alone in a stranger's land away from our country ...U can imagine!</span><br />
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Okay now... A post before the year ends?! Yeah ....I thought what we never do this year may never ever happen the next - so let me once again (for SERIOUS THIS TIME...SHUSHH....) try to keep up with my blog n blog friends . I seriously don't know how many of them still blog.... I miss those days :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My regular blog readers would know - I am not a movie freak and a Movie review ? Rarely can happen in my space. This Movie "ENGLISH VINGLISH" is one of a kind movie that has made me write this blog.</span><br />
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Sridevi - WHAT A COME BACK ! Muaaah...... She still has that TEJAS! and makes a heart beat faster. So has the heard of the French guy in this movie! ;)</span><br />
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</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNL-zllFaVB8Stx4mZnX9eN7PtuOOPXYBBJaX4vXiNJ9BE4ptIgKHzIlp0Jy5kDg2qV5z9dSOvel36-ZhjfDYEnYGG3Bq3xlKVAN0YooDRnxBKkF4co4BOEPc4pRef3NMmzU8J/s1600/English-Vinglish-Movie-Stills-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNL-zllFaVB8Stx4mZnX9eN7PtuOOPXYBBJaX4vXiNJ9BE4ptIgKHzIlp0Jy5kDg2qV5z9dSOvel36-ZhjfDYEnYGG3Bq3xlKVAN0YooDRnxBKkF4co4BOEPc4pRef3NMmzU8J/s400/English-Vinglish-Movie-Stills-6.jpg" width="400" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And to my surprise AJITH .... AJITH.....Yeah Ajith appears in the screen for a few PRECIOUS MINUTES! That was icing on the cake ;) (TO ME Atleast!)</span><br />
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The movie starts off showing the routine life of a SINCERE INDIAN HOME MAKER...MOM....And a Dedicated WIFE. OUR SRIDEVI. Basically Sridevi like any other dedicated home maker is being TAKEN FOR GRANTED by everyone she loves in the family may be except for her little son who loves her with all his heart. Small boy isn't it ;) that's why the un-corrupted love. She is an excellent cook and her special dish is LADOO & she sells it for her satisfaction. It is so well depicted , how sometimes we dont respect the smallest thing that gives joy to our loved ones. At one point where her husband asks her if she can stop selling ladoo's it is quiet evident how sometimes men try to kill the smallest joy/ pride one can get out of something she is too good at but just too difficult for the spouse to appreciate. And shamelessly craves for that ladoo and requests for one. Sridevi who is not very good at (the YET ANOTHER Language) English , is being criticized for that. At one point, in an environment that already gives her a worthless feeling she is way too offended by the mockery comments (bullying) on her English. Sridevi gets into a situation where she has to travel alone to USA to help with her Sister's daughter's wedding preparations & the rest of the family plans to join later . Until this point the special bond between Sridevi & her Son is clearly captured.Thats the only WARM thing in the picture so far. <span style="font-size: large;"> I personally loved the VISA Interview scene where an Indian gives a sharp reply to the American who asks "How will you manage in a country without knowing the local language?" If you haven't seen the movie yet - I am not going to disclose it here. It is worth watching you find it yourself! ;)<br /><u><br /></u></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Flying to USA - All alone to a strangers land! </u></span>Now Sridevi starts off her flight to USA & guess who is sitting next to her?! Remember the icing on the cake :D yeah AJITH! He just steals your heart for those few minutes with his sweet comforting behaviour with our very intimidated Sridevi. Sometimes a simple gesture can make it so comforting for someone who is very nervous. even if you are a total stranger you could do it . I have felt how happy that can make us! -</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">English is just another language, not knowing english is no CRIME! Ajith takes leave with that note.</span></span><br />
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Sridevi meets up her sister n her family &; they all have a chat n start off with wedding plans in the following scenes. Like a typical family attached wife, Sridevi misses her husband & everyone else. Sridevi goes out with her sister's younger daughter and plans to spend the day out in the new city until her nephew comes back. But ends up in a coffee shop - caught in a mess & totally embarrassed runs out of it with tears. That was a little impractical, someone who is so nervous about a new country would in first place not be ready to hangout alone. Anyhow that's the first scene for our CHARMING FRENCH GUY. One day Sridevi happens to come across the Spoken English Class advertisement & she makes a call. That's where the real story begins. She enrolls into this class keeping it a secret from everyone but the young niece of hers. She is very excited and supportive about it. In the same class she bumps into the french guy who was nice to her after the coffee shop incident. He adores her so much and literally falls in love with her. Our innocent sridevi does not get it first but later slowly avoids our macho who is hitting on our married heroine ;)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is a beautiful scene with Sridevi and her American born Niece discussing about French guy when sridevi is asked if she likes him? & she says "All I need is a little respect that's all i want......I am happy with my life otherwise just the way it is." The question is with no offence and something that is not odd for a modern age girl but Sridevi feels very sensitive about it and replies beautifully. It was so sad and yet so DIGNIFIED of Sridevi. There are more such cute scenes in the movie which one MUST WATCH and i do not wanna elaborate it. Finally Sridevi is unable to attend her Final exam because the Marriage falls on the same day. Once again Sridevi's dedication as a GOOD WIFE is put to test when her son makes a small mess and she had to redo the whole thing thus not being able to sneak out for the exam. During the first meal after wedding when Sridevi is asked to speak to the newly wedded , to everyone's surprise she gives her speech in English & that too a beautiful one on Wedding and how to respect each other n keep it going strong and good. Director could have worked a little better on this , It's not a FATABULOUS SPEECH but it did touch my heart! With that note..... I request you to WATCH THIS MOVIE........</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Wish you all a very happy new year</span>! :D </span></div>
Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-85176620983132634242010-12-22T18:20:00.000-08:002012-04-19T00:03:56.411-07:00From the Diary of an X-Spinster! PAGE 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #330000;">Well dear friends :) HELLO AND HOW YOU ALL DOING? </span></div>
<span style="color: #330000;"><br /> I definitely missed you all ......</span> <span style="color: #330000;"> I am now officially back to blog for that's something I love to do and missed doing for a very long time. I have decided to post threads with Label -" From the Diary of an X- Spinster "which is basically going to be collection of thoughts I put together from a lot of </span><span style="color: #330000; font-weight: bold;">X-Spinsters </span><span style="color: #330000;">in my circle. If you are one and if you wanna share something in this context - feel free to mail me and we shall voice it out in this thread :)</span> <span style="color: #330000;">If I am hearing grrs and errs of Bachelors or X-Batchelors, feel free to mail me. This is just in context with what I have been hearing and seeing and feeling off late - now that there are too many wedding happening in and around my circle :) Here goes my first post ....</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">From the Diary of an X-Spinster! </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">"Imagine an event in life that changes everything.....</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Suddenly you are in a stranger's land where u know no one...no thing....& everything is new..</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Starting from ur bed, ur room, ur home, and not to forget the missing sweet morning greetings from mom n dad.... I get up and step my foot down only to know not even the weather is warm to u -LITERALLY! :)</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">One thought that every married women gets in her heads SOMEDAY or the other came to my mind as well, - having quit the Spinster life may not be the greatest decision in a girl's life but with a BLIND hope that its for good - I started my day in the Strangers land. The only little familiar face I see is His. At times I seem to know him more...and at times he still remains a complete stranger to me. Sometimes it feels like Life could not have been better...but i hate it when some other times my mind questions every move in my life.... if its right or not. Sometimes when i get back to my happy days with friends at work or college - I wished life just froze there with no pressure or responsibilities to tangle you up. But life does not give you that option - does it? :) It sure is a challenge for every girl to leave behind what she hold so close to her heart and move on out of home for that one person. To leave behind - her parents, her loved ones, her home, her Job*, her comfortable place, her cozy bed, her lovely friends, her everything ---- and make that one step into a new life - where alot of things awaits her. Things that she might like, things that might need her patience, her love, her care, her sacrifices...so on. The greatest pain in sacrificing is when it is not respected. Is it only with an Indian wedding - where the girl goes through the trauma after marriage or is it every other culture that has it loaded on a girl's shoulder? :) I wonder and not before too much of thinking kills the joy of the present .... I decide to stop here and decide what I could cook for a Happy lunch :) .....Well sometimes you feel special for there is this one person in your life who suddenly makes you feel so wanted, so bound and so special. A marriage could do that to you. No offense to friendship - its one of the blessing in life....You have friends who could survive with out you...who could pull a day without hearing or knowing if you are ok but not someone who has tied that Holy knot! Long live - every marriage!</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUy3OhfnVhfeN0bKINpLF3Jc6SVZqJeT4dmLsU9EJme26IVITRupIOIx_4KB_-r_DEVfiLwRloJYPL-3Mcp7phQE3LyNyfv_ypRA6-7GOyIpXSUy5ZkJ5HC31rzIddmMHGjfFe/s1600/Blg5-Kelly+Walker.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553734714914964610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUy3OhfnVhfeN0bKINpLF3Jc6SVZqJeT4dmLsU9EJme26IVITRupIOIx_4KB_-r_DEVfiLwRloJYPL-3Mcp7phQE3LyNyfv_ypRA6-7GOyIpXSUy5ZkJ5HC31rzIddmMHGjfFe/s200/Blg5-Kelly+Walker.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 132px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">And.........</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Yes! I am Happily* Married ;)</span><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span> <span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"><br /><br />END OF PAGE 1</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> : "</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">From the Diary of an X-Spinster!"</span></div>
</div>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-21861438803026084982010-03-24T10:21:00.000-07:002010-03-24T10:27:10.107-07:00Kanne Kalai Mane Marutham's Version<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJk2dUNzmzVt_pa5rgJwNsOcr52WfAx-dp58ucen41bGkZLPgoh2K2NmOqk3pOSg6UnfylYHYBKFm-UcUf9jEiPIT-WiwcR5e9fJ5JywlMSAyqZMcWJ1RnZhA1_j-kubDM8Og/s1600/KanneKalaiMane_Chart.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJk2dUNzmzVt_pa5rgJwNsOcr52WfAx-dp58ucen41bGkZLPgoh2K2NmOqk3pOSg6UnfylYHYBKFm-UcUf9jEiPIT-WiwcR5e9fJ5JywlMSAyqZMcWJ1RnZhA1_j-kubDM8Og/s200/KanneKalaiMane_Chart.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452252912755161714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br />Hi Everyone,</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Its been quite sometime since i posted anything :) </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Here goes one of my all time favourite.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Don't know how many of you still look into this corner, anyways here goes my post! :) </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">A lot of friends have shown liking towards this track & it has reached Top position in the charts on the 2nd day since upload ;) </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><b><i>http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8915235</i></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Hope you like it... </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Cheers! :) </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Marutham </span></span></span></div>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-58958586467738331962009-12-13T06:44:00.000-08:002009-12-13T07:38:32.962-08:00Marutham's Version Of Taylor Swift's Love Story(Cover)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hello to all my dear friends who still drop by or should i say who still remember my URL :) </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Trying my best to stay alive in here.... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Here below are few recent tracks that I had rendered. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Recent Uploads- </span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My Version Of Taylor Swift's Love Story: </span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8409699</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My Version of Shania Twain's - You're Still the One</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8353185</span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My Version of - Malai Neram</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8148282</span></span></span></b></span></div>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-38866206600408776742009-09-28T08:01:00.000-07:002009-11-15T00:06:11.847-08:00Malai Neram_Marutham Version & a funny incident! What if you were me...?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKK-80sx6k0P7r59lPcBfuBP17kNBbLURE97440k-raCl5KIWwEIGR9IolTVeCGAqMiYzFr6aWwnAwITapLBi9xYG5R558jR2WvCOFmm0ubvPTs0vYUwrS32Fap1-i-auRUPbB/s1600-h/76038952.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386548557788409170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKK-80sx6k0P7r59lPcBfuBP17kNBbLURE97440k-raCl5KIWwEIGR9IolTVeCGAqMiYzFr6aWwnAwITapLBi9xYG5R558jR2WvCOFmm0ubvPTs0vYUwrS32Fap1-i-auRUPbB/s200/76038952.jpg" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PS:This post was to be posted weeks back..anyways here it goes! </span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Malai neram -My version & a funny incident</span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">! </span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">Do take your time to listen to the TWO tracks & give </span></b></span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">ur</span></b></span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"> feedback.</span></b></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><b>Click<a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=615738&content=songinfo&songID=8353185"> </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=615738&content=songinfo&songID=8353185">"HERE"</a></span><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=615738&content=music"> </a>for My Version of "You're still the one" </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; white-space: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">Click </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">"</span></b></span><a href="http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8148282"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">here"</span></b></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">for Malai Neram - My version, An Amateurs attempt -> Feel free to yell!</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><img alt="" src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_funny.gif" border="0" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; vertical-align: middle; border-right-width: 0px; " /></span></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">Its 100% an amateur's attempt! </span></b></span></p></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What if you were me ... ? What would your reaction be?! </span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">On a beautiful evening, I decided to go to one of the temple in my locality. I go for the darshan and pooja & then a few minutes chit chat with the priest.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Then I decide to come out & thats when i notice that something has gone missing.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ITS MY SANDALS! </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I start looking for it. Its a small temple & the place wasn't crowded or anything , </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">just a few people were there. And i had left my sandal in a convenient spot, its impossible to get lost..</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">After few minutes not knowing what to do, i go inside to tell ask the priest of what i should do now. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He was actually shocked to hear this.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He came running outside and exclaimed "In our temple?! It's not even crowded, it HAS to be somewhere here!".</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Then he went out & looked around at all the ladies and said "Check if anyone has by mistake worn someone else's Sandals."</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">" FIRST TIME EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THIS </span></span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">TEMPLE</span></span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> - WE HAVE THE CASE OF A MISSING SANDAL! " </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He along with the other aunties in the temple started looking around now searching for the MISSING SANDAL! </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Wait wait wait... I then realize, i have missed out telling one MINOR important detail. Everyone is looking for a ladies sandal.</span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Oh ohhh... I missed telling you as well, din't I? It was my DAD's Sandal that i had worn that day.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">After I crossed the age of wearing daddy's shirt - i changed my focus towards Sandals.Not just dad's but also mom's.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I give them even chances! ;) </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So this fine day - i wear Dad's sandal and take a cool walk to the temple-to end up standing there totally embaressed now- wondering how am i going to ask them not to look for a ladies sandal but men's.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I now make some BRAVE move (knowing there are going to be some laughs!). I move in and gently tell the priest " Actually, It wouldn't look exactly like a ladies footwear....but...but..."</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And thats when this aunty gives me a very WEIRD look & asks... "So how does it look then?U mean the one with no design or flowers?" </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I do this little embaressed hehe...</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Some times aunties just dont get it do they?! </span></span></i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"No aunty...its actually more like men's sandals. You know...</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> !"</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I cant hide anymore "... </span></span></i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Its actually my Dad's! Its mens footwear!".</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">WHOAAAA! The whole bunch stops searching in the ladies section & looks @ me </span></span><i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It now looks like everyone is looking Through the glasses & some almost Jaw dropped! Is it such a huge offence??</span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PLEASE! Like i broke the code of conduct to visit a temple!!?!</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span></i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And thennnnnnnnnnn everyone starts laughing... including my friendly nice - uncle Priest! </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Then one aunty asks "Such a big girl wearing daddy's sandal?" </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ERRRRRRRRRRRRR! Whats with these aunties?! </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">See i am telling you...some aunties dont really get it -It's only now that my foot has grown enough to fit Dad's sandal.So WHY NOT?!! Such a DUMB QUESTION!</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I manage to smile (hehe..) "It was a very short walk,so I really din't mind."(</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Now get back to searching or leave home before i turn you into ashes!</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> ) </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">One aunty kept looking @ me and went on giggling for a VERY LONG annoying time. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Now the priest smiled and said "May be its some guy who has mistaken your sandal,sorry! your dad's sandal for his! ;)</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">He would get it back. I will let you know when he does"</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well that is all i can take...i decide to smile a bye & run far far away from the sweet giggling aunties! </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Like a good girl I thank the priest & all the aunties for thier time in searching </span></span><i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">& some sweet aunties for their giggles & OUTSMART questions! </span></span></i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I come back home & tell dad the sweet news that I lost his sandals (Probably his favourite?! :( But not to worry, everything is under control. We got him a new one today - which definitely is my Favourite!) </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mom n Dad burst out laughing! I am left thinking.... "How nice of them to laugh instead of getting irritated that i lost something that i should not have worn in the first place, and definitely not lost!?!"</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dad's words were "What would you do?! Its not your mistake!</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">:)</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">" which means - NO ONE CAN STOP ME from trying his new sandals now! IT WAS AFTER ALL NOT </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">MY </span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">MISTAKE ;) </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"></span></span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">**~~~ ADIOS!</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">~~~*</span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Thanks to the friend who rang the bell. :)</span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div></span></span></span></div>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-38979823203802566412009-08-11T07:53:00.001-07:002009-08-16T05:42:48.845-07:00Sing in the rain ...I am swoinnnnnng in the rain...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well.... life is like a music... Isn't it?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sometimes sweet like a melody , sometimes a rock, sometimes a pop.... </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Trying to save my life from MUTE MODE, I decided to find some time to sing few songs! </span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Sing in the rain ...I am swoing in the rain..."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Haha! No no... this ain't about vadivels comedy track. I have tried singing 2 of my favourite tracks and a Japanese track as well.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Do listen to them and let me know your feedback. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nada sou- Japanese Song </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=7654123&q=lo"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Nada sou - Japanese Song! </span></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Vaseegara- From Minnale </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=7952868&q=lo"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Vaseegara - from Minnale</span></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Anal mela pani thuli</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=7888073&q=lo"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Anal Mela pani thuli </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If you have trouble listening through these links...u can hear them here->> , </span></span><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/marutham"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Marutham's Tracks </span></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">With Swine flu around.... i wish u all a good health and a long life! AND DONT HARM PIGS! :P </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A little out of context - if you get time you could watch "Definitely, May be..."-its a nice movie which i got to watch recently.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cheers!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Marutham</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">PS:About the title of this post....for those of you who do not know what it means, its one of Vadivel's(a comedian) famous funny dialogue.</span></span></span></div></div>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-87411249346317021722009-03-29T01:18:00.000-07:002009-08-11T08:33:14.751-07:00Anger 'N' Me!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi167r9d1uJqqZrPQeJIemc_GTr_8xH-clX8YwZjjAffiZ8DHDvyGQMjEo_Dnvec6-L51bcoT-Rd4_HWahB9-63a7wRKUdVPcm3oCEALjmZ_wuxSzXqYJH_fMoQ2GyRGTBlwdfP/s1600-h/am+angry.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318610344148702642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi167r9d1uJqqZrPQeJIemc_GTr_8xH-clX8YwZjjAffiZ8DHDvyGQMjEo_Dnvec6-L51bcoT-Rd4_HWahB9-63a7wRKUdVPcm3oCEALjmZ_wuxSzXqYJH_fMoQ2GyRGTBlwdfP/s200/am+angry.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Anger Management! :D<br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hehe…. Well most of my friends would laugh if I say I am troubled seeing my anger (கோபம்). My college friends or school friends so don’t trust me when I say I get angry these days. I had never been angry then, I was this KEEP COOL always! After I left Bangalore I happened to get my own time to look at this new problem I Face – ANGER MANAGEMENT.<br />Yes! Honestly – I am troubled when I look at the angry person I am growing into. But one good thing I am a little happy about is – I am able to identify when the monster is about to come out. For some strange reason the “Good me” WARNS people around to leave me alone for sometime & I take my time out to tame the monster and not hurt people around. I am not sure if I do it with everyone but YES! Subconsciously this LIGHT GOES ON & I warn my mom, dad or the loved ones whom I do not want to victimize for this anger that is waiting to take a form. After am done doing that- I am quite surprised of how I knew it was coming & very tactfully avoided hurting loved ones. Ultimately I have identified it coming and controlled it but still I am surprised why I get angry more often than my college days. The work place may not be as warm as it could be, but off late I have managed to keep the place around me cooler than how it was when I initially came here. And to my surprise unless am forced to be rude I have managed to keep cool at work. Here is the funny incident that makes me Smile (a little bit shame hiding in it) when I think about it every time.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-> <strong>What is the best way to keep a check on your temper?<br /></strong>-> <strong>How do you manage ANGER?<br /></strong>-> <strong>Is it possible to be ABSOLUTELY ANGER FREE?</strong><br /><br /></span></p><center><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Angry me – a small incident on my birthday!</span></strong> </center><br /><br />On my birthday I get a call while at work. The caller says “Ma’m, you have a courier to collect. I am waiting at your office gate”. It wasn’t one of the good days I was having at work. I was first puzzled because after coming to Chennai office no one but my dad knows this address. I was so sure that it’s not a parcel for me; I ask the guy whom it is addressed to. He says my full name with my last name. Surprised, I ask for the sender. That’s when the monster starts dressing up for the show, but I failed to notice it. He says there is just a Smiley -> . I was so not able to smile on hearing that, I reply – I don’t accept anything from smiley. You can take the parcel back and cut the call. He calls me again and says “Ma’m I am still waiting – please come and pick up your parcel” And YES! The monster is out. “You don’t tell me the sender. I have told you clearly, I am not taking it unless I know the sender.” He said “Ma’m that’s not written.” Monster says “ Well, don’t you have an office? Do you take anything and everything from people & deliver? Call up your office and ask who the sender is, if you still do not get to know you can very well take it back because I would never come to pick it up unless you tell me who had sent this”<br />After almost 30 minutes since the first call this guy reveals the sender’s name whom I least expected. And this good friend of mine who was listening to the entire thing came to my desk and with a smile asked “Are you not going to pick it up?”<br />I tell him I do not like the whole idea. He said we would go pick the parcel and get back. After few minutes little reluctantly I leave with him to the Reception. And man I see this shaky guy with a basket of beautiful Dutch pink roses and a carry bag that had a cute teddy bear! I felt so bad when I saw how shaky that guy was – I looked at my friend and couldn’t help smiling (a sorry smile - you would wonder how that looks, trust me it aint the best smile! ;) hehe ). I went forward and said my name – this guy with a shiver in his voice said “Happy Birthday madam. This is for you”. I felt like banging my head on the wall that moment on seeing how much I had scared this fellow over the phone. I felt really very sorry & told him “Thank you very much :) and SORRY I made you wait so long. I was a little uncomfortable to take it not knowing who had sent it.” Man what a smile I got back!<br />We carried that teddy & flowers and walked back to the ODC. It sure would look funny carrying a teddy and walking around at work :P I couldn’t help my self from laughing at the whole thing. After we came to our seat my friend who helped me carry the flowers back, told me “Maruthu, you know what is expected from you in this scene? First thing, you should have actually got excited when there was a call on your birthday saying you have a parcel to be picked. Second, you should have got CURIOUS to go and see what the gift is and then enquire about the sender…BLAH BLAH! That’s how girls usually react on their birthday when they get a parcel. What has happened to the TAKE IT COOL Maruthu I saw one year back?”<br />His words made me think, not all that he said made sense but yeah to some extent he was right. I should not have reacted that way. I felt sorry. Myself and this friend were in the same batch during the training days – first month of my work. After a year and for the first time we were in the same project working together. I realized that I have changed from how I was then, I am not taking things as light as how I used to take. Is it for good or bad? My major concern is “My temper”. I am consciously trying to keep a check on my temper. I am doing my best not to let it go out of control. But it sometimes goes off….even before I could catch the monster. Trust me after I started to realize this – It has come down to a considerable level.<br /><br /><em>PS: Most of the time the good me – pops up like a warning message saying “Maruthu! NO! Don’t lose cool” And I never click on Deny button when that popup comes but always on Accept! But what if I fail to get those popups in future?<br /></em><br />WORDS OF TRUTH – I never getaway just like that when I know I have been rude, I always get back and say <em>“I AM SORRY! I shouldn’t have!”</em> but I wish I never have to apologize but control my anger before it is late.<br />I am taking measures to control my anger - and I have brought it down to some extent now. I still would want to bring it down.....<br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span>Tell me how you win your anger!<br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Trying to be anger free,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Marutham! :)</strong> </span><p></p>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-46578802775635330522009-03-22T09:41:00.000-07:002009-03-22T10:10:20.070-07:00Back to chirp... ;)Hello everyone....<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14696749@N08/2073569313/" title="Dripping colour by marutham, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2150/2073569313_f7b074571b_m.jpg" width="168" height="240" alt="Dripping colour" /></a><br />I am resuming singing after a long time now(After almost one and half years). Hope you like it...<br />And thanks a ton to all the friends who had wished on my birthday last week.<br />I am uploading my version of one of the favourite song which happened to be on loop in my player on most of my days while i travelled to work in bangalore by bus. The long drive & a hectic day in wait - did not turn me off, because the songs i chose to listen at the start of the day had that magical power. Trust me...there is nothing magical than a great music to start your day with a sparky smile. :)<br /><br />This one helped me .... Do let me know if you liked this version of the song.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=7448286&q=hi">I have a dream by Marutham - BB </a><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=7448286&q=lo">I have a dream by Marutham - Dial Up </a>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-4987037867706444462009-03-08T00:46:00.000-08:002009-12-13T07:42:37.766-08:00PINK is power & we ROCK! :) Wishing every women a SPECIAL DAY ....<p><span style="color:#cc33cc;">WOMAN - Such a powerful yet such a delicate word!<br />Every woman in this world is special. She is always special to someone - someone she might know she is special to or someone she doesn’t even know that he/she exists!</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><<>></b></span><br />Women hood is bestowed with great responsibility. Some of the responsibilities we are yet to explore. A woman symbolizes – Great power, Endurance, Kindness, and a lot of patience!<br /><br />Past few years I have met many women who had helped me learn what to be and also sometimes what NOT to be. For every woman who had helped me in this learning process, I take great pride to THANK them! Thanks to all the wonderful women I have met in my life – women who are my family, Friends, Peers, Colleagues & Great supporters!<br /><br />PS: A small note to all my girl friends is that – with great power & freedom come Greater responsibility. Most of us know that. Never let your principles slip – because nothing in this world is worth for loosing your principle & sense. Know what you do & do only the right! Never complain for what you are, there is always someone to make you better –& stop looking around for that someone, she is right here- ITS YOU!<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Last but not the least – there still are sincere – understanding and wonderful men who respect womanhood. I salute them all for being what they are! We respect you! By the end of the day- we are all only Human beings.</span><br /></span></p>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-58925579868422273692008-10-28T23:58:00.000-07:002008-10-29T04:36:25.984-07:00What to WRITE ?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieaURYhFA6L29wHx__QIjnr0QsBs9P8a3zwkznSt_o3s5wd9kiacNeTBcgWSDL18A059NwaHTzd8wbFRxL7KP5wKcwlOacXJbCW2oLtO_xGum4SWTMYDCnla11QkN8_RTj8bDG/s1600-h/16.bmp"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262532720849937410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieaURYhFA6L29wHx__QIjnr0QsBs9P8a3zwkznSt_o3s5wd9kiacNeTBcgWSDL18A059NwaHTzd8wbFRxL7KP5wKcwlOacXJbCW2oLtO_xGum4SWTMYDCnla11QkN8_RTj8bDG/s200/16.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After a good long Break ...once again am back to BUG :P<br />Life is never the same ... :) A little High 'N' a little Low<br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">First thing first - :) Hope you all Had a Great Diwali ! I would like to wish (Belated*) all the newly married couple a very very happy Thalai deepavali. </span></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Its been sometime since I wrote anything but scripts & some emails to loved ones. I even lost the habit of reading novel's after the completion of "3 Mistakes of My life" . Its not the book that made me stop but yeah my self & the kind of life am forced to lead. The kind of project I am in should never be the first project for any fresher & for that matter I wish such projects never even EXISTS! :P Insane huh?...try my shoes and you would not Disagree. Imagine 2 weeks of close to 14 hrs work EVERYDAY and Weekends too you are expected to show your face to your system. Fine, as long as you enjoy the work this shouldn't make you HATE to go to work. And I love my work - and more than that I love my friends here with me in this project .So work aint a big pain to me. I absolutely enjoyed my work & working late was not an issue either. But just few weeks back i had this very bad time. Nothing related to the scripts i develop but with one absolute FAKE i had put up with. I had been seeing everyone in my project as a good friend – I felt really lucky to get such loving nice people .And they are! From nowhere some people develop this Monstrous attitude that they just do not care if they are doing the right thing or for that matter - atleast things that thier conscience would not approve and for which one may not have to feel guilty LATER*. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I can tolerate anything but a FAKER. I just cannot stand such people. I do not make a scene or fuss about it but just cannot do that " Hey hi.. :) "- give a smile when you just did not like what they have become. Call me an idiot or whatever ... But thats how I am. If there is an issue I have with someone whom i know well, I believe in talking it over & figuring out a solution (I TRY HARD* because I really hate losing any relationship for silly issues.) For the first time when they do something stupid i try to tolerate. Second time , i tend to loose patience - so i let the other person know How i feel about what they are doing or have done. I try to understand if the other person has done it intentionally or by mistake. Mostly from the way they respond i get an Idea about what actually the other person has in mind. If its something that i may not be okay with, I simply stay away and avoid any further irritation. But MOST OF THE TIMES - I try to forgive, forget & move on (if it’s not a major blunder that they have done). There had been this person who had not been having a very smooth time & had continuously been irritating me in many ways & venting out her frustrations on me (I guess, Someone had left a wrong defintion for Friend in her Database!). Initial days I knew what she was going through and i felt only sorry for whatever is happening in her life. So i actually did not take it as an offence when she acts like Skull cracked. My best buddies who are now not with me back here in bangalore had always warned me – to stay away and actually not bother about this person. I should have listened to them. I did not… may be I could not, I was not able to.<br /><br /><strong><em>(Pattaal dhaan puthi varum would hold good for me- but I just learnt a valuable lesson in life through this one – You do not always get what you give- you would also get something you may not have imagined – something which is ABSOLUTELY BAD in return. I try to give the best that I can – I do not demand anything back but I sure do not want any Non-Sense back.)</em></strong><br /><br />But then as days passed - this attitude of this person got worser and my patience towards her had been taken for granted. I kind of tried to comfort her whenever things get screwed up. I had tried to comfort her saying things would be alright soon, try doing this ... that... may be this should settle the issue and lot many times had been trying to remind herself of what her +'s are (It was pretty challenging to find them). Slowly as days passed - she had started targeting @ me making statements like - You do it quickly, You have already completed this - that , why are you doing things so fast, Slow down. Blah Blah. Well... that’s when i started feeling uncomfortable. This person was half the time wasting time in non Productive things which I did not opt for. I was not working in Super speed but she was NOT working – that was the problem. Each one of us has our own task & our own way of working. I have my own way - she has hers. There is no point in comparing. I did not quite like it, when the tone started to sound rather compaining. I realized my Help is not going to be of any use to this person if this is the tendency she has. At that point i told her that each one has thier own style of working and the way we do our work also differs. You work in your comfortable way & I would in mine. It is the quality of work that is important & yours is nothing less than mine. So do not bother too much - just do your work- do it happily. It did not seem to have been absorbed. She had been then trying to do things that would hurt me. And when I try to not make it an issue – be calm & ignore the stupidity – This person would get back to me saying ‘Sorry..i dnt mean to do that.Try to forget it… blah blah’. Whenever an apology was made I tried to forget & move on – although they did not seem sincere because it never stopped. As days passed- this person kind of started doing things that would not be seen too obviously but would end up leaving me hurt or irritated. It seemed to target my peace @ work. I was trying to ignore this and move on. But once i started doing that - it become even more challenging for this person to stop trying to irritating me. And as it got worser - I lost all my patience & just wanted to leave the place.I did not want to be around such people EVER! It was not worth talking to this person. How many times can I? I felt rather hurt for the kind of attitude this person had developed. Its the same way with few others but they did not seem to mind it much. I did not discuss this with anyone in my team as I felt it would leave the other person in embaressment. Also I could not digest the Fake anymore. This person was absolutely manipulative. And i could not tolerate such people. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I cannot pretend like nothing happened and move on as before with this person. One day my best buddy realized this and spoke to me -I did not realize am hurting myself for someone who is not Worth until our discussion that day. Many things got cleared only that day to me. This buddy of mine- she had been moving quite closely with both of us. She had observed that offlate everyone seem to have developed a distance with this person for some reason. I was lost in my own world of BLUES* for I could not believe people could be like this. I hardly bothered to take notice on this until that day. We all had been quite close, and we still are. She knew the whole thing even before I said it, may be that’s what true friends are- they know even before you say it, but she was only surprised for why i was feeling bad or rather upset while she acts like nothing happened. I could not figure out either... i did nothing wrong but I felt lost & blue. She said that I am leaving many people worried by being too silent & Pre-occupied.She said there was no reason for me to be that way- but that i need to understand some people are just STUPID. Now I am out of it. While I was terribly LOW, this person did not bother to give a word of comfort (I did not expect a sorry … but atleast some nice words could have been HUMANE) - but when i was back on track seemed rather worried about how I am out of it. She tried to make friends with me again.But GOD! I was Tired... this is not the first time & this time she had tested all my patience - Not anymore. I had to endup replying saying there is nothing we have to discuss ...Just move on. That was the MOST ETHICAL way i could imagine responding to a manipulative - stupid Nutcase!<br /><br />I was left puzzled for having met someone like this. This person is one in a million – and I wonder how God could program such brains. It must have been his trickiest assignment. Till date I am not able to digest the fact – Inspite of you trying to be supportive some people use it when they need & with no regard take some other form later and behave like an animal and still expect you to forgive & forget. Well.... I just can't fake along. I could be stubborn in that may be too Stubborn. And am never regretting for that character of mine. I love myself when i make such stands but angry @ myself when I let such idiots upset me(*Only for a shorter span though - till i realise & get out of it) .And some way or the other my silence had made many of them more supportive - even those I least thought would sense that something is wrong. Thats the only comfort I had when i was in this (kind of*) depression & it helped me pull myself out through this Crap. Alright its over now :) and am out of it & I have learnt one more precious lesson in life.<br /><br />What do you think about this whole thing? – Is it necessary to ACT like nothing happened when there are such camelieons? Is it a part of the WORK (un)CULTURE? Should you play along or do what you think is right & do what you would not feel guilty for later.<br /><br />Life just keeps getting interesting ……<br /><br />And am learning a lot! </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So long Dear! :) </span></div>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-10882000988338761982008-06-28T08:36:00.000-07:002008-07-20T04:43:24.129-07:00And am BACK (to BANG?!...)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-6xpYofiHWbkeun6UtQS5lvr4IyQ_SJvMLOOJsCwQY3fJqwK7yCrG-FZFc06visxGIuI9BcA5S5PiCS6AN6zZS2Ru4LbwRrLhyHllUMqciIrtLltvA4QwDXSr8LjDhGuTrnv/s1600-h/ork.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217226793619233698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-6xpYofiHWbkeun6UtQS5lvr4IyQ_SJvMLOOJsCwQY3fJqwK7yCrG-FZFc06visxGIuI9BcA5S5PiCS6AN6zZS2Ru4LbwRrLhyHllUMqciIrtLltvA4QwDXSr8LjDhGuTrnv/s320/ork.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Well.... Finally i have decided to pen down some of the things thats been running in my head since this JANUARY! </div><br /><br /><div>IT LIFE!<br />Well... The whole experience since joining Wipro had been remarkable & unforgettable. One of the fastest episode in my life would be this career START! Well to be honest in the first week after me joining the IT - i really did not find the reason why IT got all the attention & HYPE in our society! Am not going deep into that now. This was the first time EVER in my life for me to stay away from MOM & DAD so long. I couldn't survive a week without seeing them both, I was such a parent-addict!<br />And First time ever in life i stayed in a hostel. I remember few of my best friends tell me..."If you haven't been in a hostel. You have missed something major in your life." Well.... I din't miss that :) I got the opportunity to live in a Hostel (and am still enjoying that experience) & for many reason there is no blame on these friends who told me this. It wasn't bad after all... First few days was TERRIBLE for me. I couldn't bring myself to even answer my parent's call. That’s how much I miss them...<br /><br />It started in Hyderabad - First level of training was successfully completed. Then when i was dreaming to head back to chennai they said we have our second level of training in Bangalore for few weeks. Then came too much confusion & now am in bangalore. I have moved to my second account now. I Miss the lovely people i had made friends with in my older account. But i do get to see them once in a while, or at least through mails we try to keep in touch. Well the second account was not a great start to me - one reason because I wanted to come back to Chennai if at all i was released from the older account. But now I have started to like this account very much & I actually am starting to enjoy the hectic days here. I always try to see that there is some reason for everything that is happening in my life, even when the worst things happen- i see that there is Something to learn from...some valuable lesson that demands you to be patient & smart to learn what is in wait. And i try to see it as a learning experience, and am still seeing it that way. I am a person who loves sleeping and I love to sleep till someone kicks me off the bed - can u believe i wake up @ 5 & start my work at office by 6. I am now working in the early morning shift & I do not get to leave by the 9:30 hours for the day, am not forced to stay back but you won’t be able to leave with too much of work left. (Something is seriously wrong with me! :P ) Am trying to give my best & it is to my surprise that when I enter the office – I forget all the irritation I have because of staying away from parents & I start working. That’s some magic I still do not understand. And my weekends are the only time left for ME… which goes in traveling to Chennai & then getting back to Bangalore, and the very little time left to have fun with mom n dad. I enjoy that … so I do not mind the tiresome travel.<br /><br />In this new project, I have made good friends. After my Primary school days I could find the right set of girls to hang out with. Of course my college buddies are also special, but something is special now with these friends. And I was able to quickly bond with these buddies. Sometimes when the work is really irritating or the place is all heated up- it’s those dumb jokes we crack that keeps us going. So this is how my life is now…<br />I had been so out of touch with blog since my last post which I wrote before the completion of the training & now I know this is such a DUMB post.. but I do need a post to restart the journey ! I could not visit any of my friends blogs since then , for there was no time left for anything but to read during the training. I am hoping to be regular to blogs atleast from now…Lets see how I do it… J<br /><br />And I wrote this post on the Sunday evening… yeah few more hours left for me to catch my train…<br />SOBS **<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Ps: For those of you who struggle to wakeup in the morning…Try this Song ring as your alarm. You won’t dare to switch it off & go to sleep again: P<br />I have adopted this adorable one to help me wake up!<br /></em></strong></span><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA&hl=" fs="1&rel=" border="1" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed><br /></div>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-17959744409532500682008-02-25T23:37:00.000-08:002008-02-25T23:42:36.201-08:00BLINK BLINK BLANK BLANK... BLINK<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZ35FZFCkTPp3bOGNnqTLZDMRnRefwXhbDlmqcCz6sl662orp2hz7zo4M74R9W_OczYvDjRLK-sLhXOfOfB9gWvuvD1eKuI-1B-bYGKXOXyJYjmHDzFfxQpyzKuu4P2s7w4EK/s1600-h/WONDERING.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171190182589986914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZ35FZFCkTPp3bOGNnqTLZDMRnRefwXhbDlmqcCz6sl662orp2hz7zo4M74R9W_OczYvDjRLK-sLhXOfOfB9gWvuvD1eKuI-1B-bYGKXOXyJYjmHDzFfxQpyzKuu4P2s7w4EK/s400/WONDERING.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center">Dear Friends...thank you all for the nice words.... I shall gt back soon & reply to the comments. </div><div align="center">Give me some time.... </div><div align="center">Have a great day!! </div><div align="center">Cheers,</div><div align="center">Maruthu.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">PS: And am sorry i am not able to visit any of your pages offlate.. I do not access internet much as the training is rather tightly scheduled.I shall return soon... :) </span></div>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-4181136246578862972008-01-16T05:28:00.000-08:002008-01-20T01:34:53.171-08:00Three tags & ஒரு குட்டி Bye :)First of all belated pongal wishes .<br />i would first like to share the news with you all that :) am stepping into my professional life this new year. A job that came my way during my third year end & now finally AFTER A LONG WAIT am entering the IT WORLD.<br /><br />The whole experience had been wonderful & Enjoyable. I would be leaving home for the first time & go away far - to LIVE ON YOUR OWN. It sure is gonna be an adventurous journey..lookign forward to it. I wonder how am gonna handle this.. leaving home, not getting to see Mom & Dad every morning... Oooo what a life. Am with MIXED FEELING now. Happy that am starting my carrier, also BLUE for many other reasons :)<br />Student life had been enjoyable & also adventurous. I did my best to be a good student.<br />I have heard people say not all good teachers were good students. hmmmm !!!<br /><br />There are too many things am gonna miss after leaving chennai-Home. Most importantly its my Mom-Dad-Home!<br />#Then :) its <span content="தமிழ்" style=";font-family:Latha,'Arial Unicode MS',Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:white;" length="7" word="thamizh" class="spanDispArea" >தமிழ்</span><span content="தமிழ்" style=";font-family:Latha,'Arial Unicode MS',Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:yellow;" length="7" word="thamizh" class="spanDispArea" ></span><br />Am pretty freaked out already as i do not know much telugu yet. I had been comfortable with kannada- which i can converse a bit in, Malayalam , and a little bit of Hindhi. But Telugu - although i like the language - i have no clue why i did not develop interest towards it. I can understand telugu to very very little extent. Training being in Hyderabad, am worried about how i am gonna handle. Dad knows many languages - and telugu :) he is pretty good at it.<br /><br />#Blogging ( Am not sure if we are allowed to browse the internet during the training period. And you should all apologize me if am not able to get in touch with you all or Visit your blogs)<br />#Orkut ;ofcourse, its been a great entertainment during the long leave ;)<br />#Painting.... or basically the hobby.<br />#Friends<br /># Evening walks<br /># Night time chat with mom & Sis<br /># DINNER (With entire family)<br />#My life style :) ( It sure may change after you enter the RACE )<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">and most importantly <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"> # THE IDLE ME # </span>ohh.. how much i loved me being idle ; There is alot you will learn about yourself - and also answer to many question you have had inside that Skull. Just lying down - resting in the sofa,reading my favourite book, waiting for the kutties (flat kids) to come home to spend some fun time,Looking at the ceiling - thinking, watching TV or simply lying down there when everyone around were busy. </span><br /><br />I am really highly disorganised with this post. So kindly do not lose your patience :D<br />Am not the usual me - past few days. Probably because the time to leave home is nearing.<br />And sorry to all my blog friends for my absence - i would try to be normal soon.<br />I had been so lazy or preoccupied that am only now getting to post <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3 tags</span> . I had made it a point that i write them before i leave. Let me get straight to posting the three tags :)<br />One from our friend Sudhakar on Resolutions & the other from our friend Kaipulla on MY PHOTO 2007 :) & the other from Sudhakar again.<br /><br />( Started writing this last week...or was it the previous week, Not very sure :) SORRY for the delay sudhakar.)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >TAG1: Resolutions.<br />tagged by : </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679546010001456769" onclick="" rel="nofollow">Sudhakar</a> :) <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > </span></div><br />To be frank; me not very good at this :D Resolutions every year. Believe it or not i have this STRANGE habit ... every night when i goto bed i scan my whole day & check for area's where i had been a BAD GIRL & make sure i do not repeat ; and also check for me being the (BEST :P ) GOOD GIRL and make sure i improvise on that.Next day or the following days i try to work on the analysis.May it be saying sorry to a friend, appreciating something i had failed to, correcting myself basically.This habit had been helpful and also hurt me a little bit ( well you can't complain there are morons too living with us who do not know to appreciate GOOD. <i>Thodachu vitutu poiklite iruka vendiyadhu dhaan </i> ) Am sure sudhakar would already be in flames thinking <i> What was the TAG & what is she writing? </i> Looks like everyone had been writing something :P in this Same TAG..so i took my privilege to do the same :D MESS THE TAG & MAKE UP YOUR OWN. EVIL? Yeah pure EVIL :P and count me in!<br /><br />So i started looking out in my diary collection - one (good) habit i have been practising since 1996 maintain a personal diary. Then i found some of these in many :P<i> RESOLUTION dhaan orey resolution'a re re re re re-resolution :D . Urupuduma idhu? SAME DOUBT! </i><br />They are:<br />1996 and the following few years<br />1) Not to fight with sis (<i> Idhu elaaa year'layum irukkum .. Avalum idha ezhudhina ninurukumo!? :P </i><br />2) Not to miss Balvikas class. ( <i>Adhu elaam nalla pulaya irundhapo...Bhagavth gita... Moral stories... Sing bajans.....this and that..</i>)<br />3) Reduce play time (<i> ROTFL! Namakelaam adhu romba kashtamnu theriyama ezhudhinadhu... </i> Believe it or not, when i was a kid I often used to come home with a cracked knee or bruised hands, hurt elbow .. that when ever Dad went to the medicals to get me the medicines/ bandaid thought Dad is a DOCTOR! :D he called Dad- Boss/ Doctor sir. And whenever appa came home & told me this "& So you better stop running around & hurting yourself. " I told Appa - " Your Doctor anyways ... You do have Dr. when you write your name ;so never mind dad!"<br />4)Be helpful to Mom (No comments :) i really do not remember if i was ... )<br />5)Watch less cartoon ( the more insistently i wrote it each year - the more did i start getting addicted to them, that even this year i was about to think of that as a resolution.)<br />Lot more from a stupid little girls diary ...but i stop here now.<br /><br />This year it was - TO BE A BETTER HUMAN BEING> which so happens to be the same resolution i make each years since high school days.<br />This time am leaving this as an OPEN TAG! Anyone who likes this & all those who have left a comment here are asked to consider taking up the tag :)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >TAG2: My Best Photograph in 2007<br />tagged by :</span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00867930237145793460" onclick="" rel="nofollow">கைப்புள்ள</a> :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This is a very interesting and also confusing tag ;) . Thanks to kaipullai.<br /><br />I loved many of the pics from my sets last year.Infact it was last year i started organising the Pictures i click in an online site. With many friends insisting to join <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">FLICK</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">R.</span></span> I had no second thought - i joined flickr. Out of the many i loved<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2095451540_649d553718_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 119px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2095451540_649d553718_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Do See my Flickr page & let me know if you liked something else better than this PIC.<br /><br />For this particular Tag i am tagging friends who are recently into photography and am sure would not TURN DOWN :P the tag.<br />I would like to Tag<br />Jagan,<br />Prakash,<br />Raam.<br /><br />Anyone who is interested in taking up this tag is most welcome.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >TAG3: Blogger Award </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUXNM5adskW0K8PaySJMfGKCjFv-394envYkrVpSYP5KAjI6w9Cu8xhc_UX2KH3BxDgrW9PYfOzzyWggrhicT1tWM7PU6h-7-4UsVxVMZuNCUDvy6ctZJTLUA7UEP2MlanV_q3w/s212/Egle+Nest.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUXNM5adskW0K8PaySJMfGKCjFv-394envYkrVpSYP5KAjI6w9Cu8xhc_UX2KH3BxDgrW9PYfOzzyWggrhicT1tWM7PU6h-7-4UsVxVMZuNCUDvy6ctZJTLUA7UEP2MlanV_q3w/s212/Egle+Nest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thanks to Sudhakar for this Blog award. :)<br /><br />I would like to pass on this to JUST ONE PERSON - We have all missed out being REGULAR IN BLOGGING or VISITING OUR FRIEND'S BLOGS AT SOME POINT OF TIME. As far as my knowledge He had been exceptional in many special ways.<br />He had been very systematic & regular in the blog world. A very sweet person indeed.<br />Its none other than <a href="http://jeevansworld.blogspot.com/">Jeevan</a>.<br /><br />Am in a big hurry now. So i will take leave ...<br /><br /><br />Bye bye for now :)Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-84626132026739396042007-12-31T09:54:00.000-08:002008-01-01T01:11:06.435-08:00NEW BLOG! NEW YEAR! :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJUVpyGXl57TM-J2Yz1WQCFslUY5nPriI40gGXdIuXFtTLD9nvHbaayszy2eG3Y95jop6T8apcTTWMwsGiGNDl8L8pa9nuqA1YZvdfaYqW5eKaO9cx50scppxIMCA68Zy4Ja8/s1600-h/new+year.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJUVpyGXl57TM-J2Yz1WQCFslUY5nPriI40gGXdIuXFtTLD9nvHbaayszy2eG3Y95jop6T8apcTTWMwsGiGNDl8L8pa9nuqA1YZvdfaYqW5eKaO9cx50scppxIMCA68Zy4Ja8/s320/new+year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150429887319349106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Wish you all a very very</span> HAPPY 2008!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> Make a guess on what the new blog could be, before you....</span></span></span></span><a href="http://maruthamcooks.blogspot.com/">View Blog </a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />Love,<br />Marutham.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">PS: Sudhakar :) Ur tag is still in my TO WRITE SOON list . Enna ezhudhradhunu dhaan therila... resolution & me ..romba dhooram . Sorry for the delay! </span></span><marquee><br /><br />HAPPY NEW YEAR!! :) </marquee></span>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-48008871151463666142007-12-13T10:06:00.001-08:002007-12-26T09:07:21.449-08:0090th post! LANDMARK(Shop) Attracts .. Billing counter Repells!<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >LANDMARK </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> 2wentyears! </span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7r3H1MxXl-wyfIeeqkfmw9i-R4uIxDeeatGyX-uHr35fCqxnE8UenSN3F5678koDrBHjg2VxjChwrLRC43vaAb299ocexnGX2j3IV2-_r_6Gzc778McZKaHNfSBuXD5npJTLN/s1600-h/landmark.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7r3H1MxXl-wyfIeeqkfmw9i-R4uIxDeeatGyX-uHr35fCqxnE8UenSN3F5678koDrBHjg2VxjChwrLRC43vaAb299ocexnGX2j3IV2-_r_6Gzc778McZKaHNfSBuXD5npJTLN/s320/landmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143521665377369330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><marquee>The 90th post! </marquee> </span>Today was the 20th anniversary of Landmark !<br />Landmark celebrated its 20th anniversary today. (Landmark since 13th Dec 1987)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Keeping up with modern times"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They say...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Keeping up with Customers satisfaction?"<br />I ask..<br /><br /></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">This morning we decided to visit the LANDMARK shop to get some books. Mom,Dad, me & my sis. It was pretty good time there. We do not visit landmark very often, but only odyssey or Higginbothams. We had been to the Landmark at Spencer plaza this time.<span style=""> </span>When we saw the crowd in Landmark we were taken aback, though majority of the crowd went missing in the books section. And we did not have much time to spend in other places so we finished our browsing picked few books then came to the billing section after few hours of browsing. When I reached the billing section, I was like “ WHAAAAAAAAAAT!!! ”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmhxcbq5xafNzcKTxG3sHoF8D9bL9DsxhOkstpUEnhiKirFT2-OGxWzZP1Lkmv8GW4ClTW8AgIoRdN0dzOzubo3TUxNZwTJs4WBQcFAKbw19Ch9OG_zUaWr8DKiilk8c8x6dh/s1600-h/lnd2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmhxcbq5xafNzcKTxG3sHoF8D9bL9DsxhOkstpUEnhiKirFT2-OGxWzZP1Lkmv8GW4ClTW8AgIoRdN0dzOzubo3TUxNZwTJs4WBQcFAKbw19Ch9OG_zUaWr8DKiilk8c8x6dh/s200/lnd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143857195787065138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">The queue(s) were really long…I knew it was going to take time. So I told my dad & mom to sit somewhere (There were no chairs near the billing section for people to wait or rest). I waited… then this “loosu” boy came & asked me to split the queue & take a new one. IDIOT HE WAS! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Why do you ask us to start a new one there? Are there anyone to bill us here? I don’t see any counter!” </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">And he went like “This que is growing longer …” </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Me: “Yeah… Try getting them note this & be quick. What do expect us to do there? Stare at the wall? Or create more confusion?” </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">By this time my sis who was adjacent to me said “He is trying to create an impression like it’s not over crowded for more people to come in & queue up! Do not bother to split the queue. Let us stay where we are.” She asked “Is there a counter there?! “and gave a look to the guy that chased him off :P Hehe…I love her! :D when she does that..ERRR URF URFF! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dad preferred to stay back & wait for me while sis took mom outside. And we waited… waited.. for a long time… long long time.. Almost 45 mins! YEAH you read it, 45 SOLID MINUTE. After 15 mins of wait & me pestering dad to take a seat, he got tired of my BLAH BLAH & went back to look into the new arrivals. Then Dad came back<span style=""> </span>for me after 15 mins & just 2 people had cleared out in my queue. And Dad was like “IS THE QUE MOVING AT ALL?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dad went to browse more books as I told him it would take some more time. I felt these books were getting heavier after the wait. Thank goodness we had only been to the books section or I wonder how long they would have made us wait. We were probably the early ones to come to the billing counter.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">By this time there were enough of.. “ Shhhh…” … “ Ufffffff “…” Oh….” And a few “ Grrrrrrrrr “ and I happened to say this aloud even without noticing am loud “ Are they using Pen & Notepads to bill ?” And the girls in front of me went like “YEAH!<span style=""> </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">L</span></span> Seems like that.. we have been queuing for ages! ” … </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">By this time these girls started to chat & we were talking. I enjoyed the chit chat with them. Poor girls, they waited to pay for “<st1:place><st1:city>CHAK</st1:city> <st1:state>DE</st1:state></st1:place>” & a couple of Hindi movies. The wait was too much to get just that. And time went on… Dad came back, and he saw me stand as 3<sup>rd</sup><span style=""> </span>in the queue. I wasn’t done yet. He said “Its been FORTY FIVE MINUTES! What is taking them so long!!” And in the mean time one of the supervisors recognized dad & came to him. Already fuming, Dad said he would like to meet the manager … Very inefficient… blah blah. And the man was like “very sorry sir.. This is one of the busy days. We have our anniversary being celebrated with a sale , so the crowd is pretty more. …”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">And Dad was like “DO NOT TELL ME YOU DNT EXPECT A CROWD! You should have been prepared with more counters & manpower ” </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Then this guy went like “Very very sorry sir! I will make sure this do not happen…Blah Blah ”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dad did know all these were mere excuses he is making so that Dad doesn’t make it an issue & complain. By this time, we were finally THERE! I just wanted to pay the bill & get the hell out of that place. Usually I smile or say a thank you before I recieve the bag & leave. This time… MHUM!! I WAS NOT READY FOR EVEN A LOOK! When I was about to turn to leave this guy rushed to give me their souvenirs & some Chocolates. And I was couldn’t help asking him “FOR WAITING SO LONG?HUH!” . He simply smiled! I waved to those friends I made there & left. I knew Dad was pretty pissed off too.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Then we came to have something… yeah we were tired after 4 SOLID hours. It was nice that time . Eating what we like with whom we love </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/07.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 28px; height: 28px;" src="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/07.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>. OI! MY MOM, MY DAD, MY SIS :P <dad& p=""></dad&></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Only the Billing time was HELL, rest of the day was really enjoyable.</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># Why have only few counters (was it 4? I don’t exactly remember the number) on a busy day- special day – UR ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION SALE DAY? I would say they just did not bother about keeping the people happy.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># Probably because you know we come to billing after deciding what we want & after spending so much time & picking the books or whatever. Dad told me something after 45 mins when I was the third one “Lets put them back & go home! That should DO!” Hearing this, some people who were far far far behind us in the queue :P <span style=""> </span>DID DO IT!</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Well next time I see a shop where people work at this speed (Speed? The very word cannot be used here. It would be an insult to the word speed!) I will throw the things back & SIMPLY LEAVE. The wait was too much. Imagine how those girls should have felt. They were waiting to pay for only2 or 3 DVD’s. It’s not worth the wait. The offer was just some 20%! </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># When you have a shop that has a larger space for accommodating more people – with some math you should also have more number of billing counters to accommodate the people to wait in the QUEUE without any grudge or irritation. (And necessarily not have a “loosu” boy asking people to take a new line to avoid their embarrassment.)</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># If you are not CAPABLE to HANDLE THE CROWD … then why concentrate too much in publicizing or advertising about your shop. Then try not to get noticed!</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge3Me-KMOJuZ5U7hB0SlMjnWnBC0UZ8_5IieGI0JfSIOCki_TM1El7iCcYrq0n_3uXRm41PG6tjndALipXBcMSMkfIa8xAoi775kjTox7x5xOKfvLHyYL3HtE2WVgwWeeS2pAV/s1600-h/lnd1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge3Me-KMOJuZ5U7hB0SlMjnWnBC0UZ8_5IieGI0JfSIOCki_TM1El7iCcYrq0n_3uXRm41PG6tjndALipXBcMSMkfIa8xAoi775kjTox7x5xOKfvLHyYL3HtE2WVgwWeeS2pAV/s200/lnd1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143857015398438690" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># Before announcing a sale, you should also equip yourself (Man power & the goods) prepare to face double than what you expect. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I wonder how it would have been after 6 in that place. That’s the time office goers and most of the crowd would land up. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># I don’t know what great business books tell you to be successful. But as a customer,<span style=""> </span>I can tell you that you need to have people LEAVE YOUR PLACE with a happy face if you want them to come back. One irritating occasion is enough to stop them coming back, at least for the sensitive few this is RULE.1. They won’t<span style=""> </span>give you excuse , for there are many others like you to sell their goods. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># Do not pay all your attention in making people pick the goods ( Sir..idhu vangikonga.. idhu nalla irukum… You will love this once you use it.) but also in making sure they are comfortable through out the stay till they step out. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># I remember the places where the shop may not look very HIFI but people work dedicatedly, provide you good that you like & want, and who do not compromise in quality. They will have better profit than what we can imagine.<o:p><br /></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Landmark did have good books & also a decent place (?) but the billing section, such a small place had spoiled all the Joy in visiting the shop. TALENTED! </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>PS: Yesterday in spencers I have managed to do something I have never(wanted to) done in my ENTIRE LIFE. Had it not been appa to hold my hand and say..”Come on! Climb on…its real simple. You Have to dear! … It’s JUST AN ESCALATOR!” YES! </b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/08.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 19px;" src="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/08.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><b>YEAH LAUGH! :P I HATE these machines, that creep up like worms & to climb on one of those and creep on…YIKES! I HATE IT!<o:p></o:p><br />I have always managed to use the lift & avoid these creepers through out my life. YESTERDAY! I made it…I finally used it! </b></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><b>But when we came back down – I insisted this time they let me come ONLY BY AN ELEVATOR & NOT AN ESCALATOR. We all used an elevator <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">( Why call it just an ELEVATOR/LIFT when it also helps u come down? </span></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/14.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://www.xs4all.nl/%7Eernstmul/images/yahoo/14.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><b><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> NOW THAT IS A QUESTION YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT.</span></b><b><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Hahahaa :D ) </span><span style=""> </span></b></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><b>And hey, I do not propaganda negatively about landmark. DO visit the shop , may be that day was their worst day too. It must have been hell for them handling such huge crowd.</b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKQsgLd3yhC_KmdXsGGP-5xdZ-a0clb_49wB_pE8p-AX7q71Y4ITCpFpNHDtPTh51QKR_kFggnCc_ekOyCghRditH4QspdQ-YsMnWoZvpd1jaseaPixpleLWWTeZtPrXhrdOq/s1600-h/lnd3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKQsgLd3yhC_KmdXsGGP-5xdZ-a0clb_49wB_pE8p-AX7q71Y4ITCpFpNHDtPTh51QKR_kFggnCc_ekOyCghRditH4QspdQ-YsMnWoZvpd1jaseaPixpleLWWTeZtPrXhrdOq/s200/lnd3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143857505024710466" border="0" /></a><b> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--></b></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><b>DO visit the place , they do have good books & if you see a VERY LONG Queue then these guys haven’t learnt their lesson. You kindly put the books back & leave the place. Come home blog about it :P & let me know you have a post! <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">:)</span></span></b></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><b>ADIOS!<br />~Maruthu</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com77tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-56729765087657398522007-12-02T08:09:00.000-08:002007-12-04T05:42:45.392-08:00TOTAL DAMAGE!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWlfjZu5SPBQ48dPI3s-0aBG20IOM0RMlxcjl8pnuW2Q8RyVfT4CWv-CXjzEFKp5cgncbQ_3qO0_ssiemjWk0v1JcBorUc9AprnFiDMv9cCfb-eLnCieZllfYQRRQI8KDm-DZ/s1600-r/FROG1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggGKi6U8xDenuP3CGV7mpTyhghXQtgicb2JIifRA6oQMoqGGpgAm-rwvZ6tKQaKMt9PJDWaFED-gG9nHk5n7rAuuqiBH931xoQbW6NlR4TrMpIdxigpoWfW1jf4TNrdKr8TY_n/s400/FROG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139486397588756738" border="0" /></a><br />இடுக்கண் வருங்கால் நகுக!! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/76.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 44px; height: 22px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/76.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/macro/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br />Croak Croak....<br /><br />Well if you had already guessed it ... YEAP! A bad throat.How long can you imagine having a sore throat...well let’s call it change of voice for I really don’t think this is sore throat that I have for more than a month now. I can hear you...I really didn’t realize it’s been one month now :(( until my friends blasted me (Past one week, TOTAL DAMAGE! …yupp that’s why the profile name :) my friends)<br />Having been out of station and this & that I never realized it’s been pretty long that am having this horrible voice. Well , not HORRIBLE :P but not my voice. And initially for the first few days I was like “Please bare with my bad voice ..sore throat you see… “and then I continued the talk. And I really did get tired of this routine, and imagine the embarrassments when you talk to someone for the first time & they look at you through the glasses but then manage to give a broad smile.(Not all of them did have a glass :P but at least the look was the same)<br />Okie this is not a post all about HOW TO CURE SORE THRAT IN 10 EASY STEPS :P so dnt cry… this is all about those funny things that happened during this course of time.<br />I may have some parts of the incidents written in tamil..non tamil friends kindly bare :)<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> பலர் பாத்து பயந்து ஓடுர ஓட்டம் தெரியுது :P WHAT TO DO!! </span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ># When my nephew was here….</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/79.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/79.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br />We had some guests at home.Myself & my nephew were sitting on the floor and playing something.<br /><br />From nowhere and out of context one of the guest asked him… “So does your aunts sing to you?” And he went like… “Yeah! She sings great!!…” ( DO I maapla? I have never felt as happy as I do when my nephew enjoys me doing something say singing, craft, painting…I adore the way he adores it. He is just so CUTE! :D You cannot resist a kiss or hug those times.)<br />Then the guest asks him “Ask her to sing us a song.” (<i>எலே மொக்கச்சாமி! என் கிட்ட கேக்காம அதென்ன லே அங்க soundu?!! </i>)<br />Well this is the most embarrassing thing you can imagine when your distant relatives come home, say like once a year or so. You hardly see them & they ask you to sing. Off late, Iam pretty shy to sing in crowd. :P Okai! I admit pretty too much shy that I once started goofing over the phone when this friend of mine asked me to sing 2 lines of a song & never really sang.<br />My nephew who was sitting on my lap looks up at me & kind of stares in a way that meant “Well…dint u hear us?? Sing athai!! “And I felt bad that I couldn’t keep his pride by singing to them..but only replied “ Dei, You know right? Athai have a bad voice now!” And then he managed the guests saying “ Yeah.. athai has throat pain .She will sing to you the next time.Definitely!” When he said that …AWWW how cute he was..like a big boy trying to cover-up … He was just adorable..But I could never sing him any song this time during his visit. We chat for hours over the phone when he was in US of A & he keeps asking me to sing some songs. And I wonder how I never felt shy with him over the phone. I could sing to him over the phone,probably only to him.<br /><br />மாப்ள ரொம்ப மிஸ் பண்றேன் டா! :(<br />That is one time i felt bad that my voice is not normal. I could not sing when someone i love sooooooooooooooo very much wanted me to!<br /><br />OOPS ...Did i get serious there.. Okie okie..no sweat! No more Ms.Serious. :)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"># At the wedding....</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">We went to one of our relatives wedding sometime back. At that time i was as always running behind one of the vaandos in the hall. All of a sudden she was running into a crowd & i had no clue if i would get hold of her before she gets lost. And without being conscious of my voice... i had to shout out for the kutty. calling her name out... ANDDD............</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">That is when almost everyone there turned & looked behind me searching the source of sound! ROTFL!! :P<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/107.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 24px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/107.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">People were clueless that its ME who had called out loud. They probably expected a male figure :P & everyone except the one i needed to pay attention. What more can i do...initially i was blinking then realised :P no one would possibly imagine its me & i also looked back to see if any one's there and ran to the kid. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">#In the new house...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">We have new neighbors. One day we meet this aunty & her daughter in law. When they were talking she spots one of my painting & asks who did this? amma tells her " Yeah. Thats my daughter's.She sings well too... "</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">And she looks at me like -- YOU?? :O</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Well no wonder, from the day we came here i am croaking & people here doesn't know my real voice at all. Am glad she dnt run out of the house screaming!! ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">hahahahaha....Then i came for the rescue & clarified things. And she was like....</span></span><a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/78.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 33px; height: 22px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/78.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"># With One of my college mate on the phone ....</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">He: Hello </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me:(Croak croak...no i mean) HELLO</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">He: May i speak to maruthu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me: SPEAKING</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">He: Who is this? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me: Nakkala??!! Its mee....whatsup? :) </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">He: YOU?? U stil with this voice?? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me: Oh..how long has it been...when did u call me last?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">He: Are u educated?? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ME: Well, where did we meet then :P I dumbose... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">He: #$^#$&%$*%^$(%^(*#%( </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me:</span></span></span><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/76.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 46px; height: 23px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/76.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">He: Well, i dnt call up to hear an insane person croak for weeks. Better meet Doctor or never talk to me. Am hanging ! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me: :O </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">[Beep][Beep] </span><br /></span></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"># During housewarming....</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Well there are many familiar faces. Obviously everyone would expect you to say hi hello how u doing....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">And whenever i started with hello.. there was this reaction" :O " please take the pain to paste the smiley in yahoo & check it yourself in case u haven't seen it. Yellow smiley doing that is MUCH TOLERABLE and CUTE but when u see real people that too when too many of them doing it at the same day and AT YOU... :P It is a very very s(b)aaaaaaaaaaaaaaad feeling :P </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">And then i go like..."Its alright its alright...Its just my voice....fear not!" </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">எத்தன பேரு கிட்ட தான் , எத்தன வாட்டி தான் சொல்ல முடியும் " இது நான் தான் , என் குரல் தான். யாரும் பயப்பட வேண்டாம்.."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">#While walking back home with sis on a deserted street... </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">It was pretty dark that night.... we were walking thro t streets where there were not much ppl. Suddenly we both heard 2/3 road side romeos walk behind us having chit chat & we could hear them laugh...we slowed down near a shop there to let them go in front. And yes we did have some work in the shop. They were making some remarks (Friendly though...no issues!) But still we dnt like it. What i did was spoke with a firm voice ... </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/61.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 23px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/61.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">which could confuse anyone with my bad voice now if its a man or woman. And Shhhhh..those guys dnt even turn back but walked off real fast thinking me & my sis had a company join us & cleared the place in fraction of seconds. And i started laughing!! YES which sounded confusing still .... told " I think i can continue the rest of my life with this voice...it helps alot. Especially if am planning to stay single for long.உனக்கும் வேணும்னா கேளு,ஏரியா பக்கம் வந்து அப்பப்போ டப்பிங் குடுக்குறேன்"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"># A very very old friend of dad's...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">We visited a typical britain lady who happened to be one of appa's friends wife. Dad & this aunts husband had been living together while his stay in britain. She was really happy to see our family. A typical british and very gentle too. I was pretty hesitant to CROAK for i was pretty scared i may scare the lady & then i finally spoke, but i was really tired of putting the DISCLAIMER everytime i spoke to someone for the While we were driving back home i told amma " She is gonna be under the impression that it is a wonderful family but the youngest is just not blessed with a right voice :P " But am really tired...and you can't help it.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/108.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 36px; height: 20px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/108.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> People who hear you for the first time may end up thinking thats how u ('croak' oops sorry) sound! And there is no point in explaining to them or even...like it matters :P FORGET IT & move on! Thats what i told myself everytime i was left embaressed :P & tired! </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">#Meeting up an old school mate (First standard friend) after all the years...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">As we went chatting she said " But your voice.... Your voice has changed a lot. The rest ..no change ur the same maruthu ! "</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Me : " Well....you can correct the sentence. Voice..this is not how i sound. :) Unmaya dee"<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/66.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 24px; height: 24px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/66.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">But she doesn't know much about my singing and all that. SO i let it loose. Dnt wanna fight over it ..and i guess her NOD meant she understood "This cannot be my voice" </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">But it was funny ... and pretty annoying at times.<br /><br />Its been more than a month , and i dnt want to have it behind me as a bad memory. Sometime later when i think of this, i want to laugh it out. So i wanted to make sure i record it here. </span><br /><br />Even at times where we freak out, i have good record for taking things light & handling it without panicking. One of the best is explained in weird'o tag. This is new in the list now ... I have HOPE that my voice won't ditch me so easily.(And am not asking too much..just a voice that sounds like ME) I HOPE this is just one of those infections..or probably due to the pollution. Am sure, i will be ok soon. With that note ...<br />I would like you all to have a good laugh with me :)<br />Thank you for your patience<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/67.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 27px; height: 19px;" src="http://engr.smu.edu/%7Ekaytaz/67.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />~~ Maruthu ~~Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com83tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-54288863917201047872007-11-05T22:02:00.000-08:002007-11-30T10:44:15.877-08:00Do not Neglect the mirror!<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuj9tDewkLHdAvCQKig5_U7UC9X3CZvW1lO2-NqLoQz5w6pmJ4e8GlOfNN-x49klyjsNLkt2_GHO9av79ZZCbKh72rfIReBWXoLmDFY1nLNDiuC99_7Cnqz7NpfGInsAb5dQ0g/s1600-h/Mirror6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuj9tDewkLHdAvCQKig5_U7UC9X3CZvW1lO2-NqLoQz5w6pmJ4e8GlOfNN-x49klyjsNLkt2_GHO9av79ZZCbKh72rfIReBWXoLmDFY1nLNDiuC99_7Cnqz7NpfGInsAb5dQ0g/s400/Mirror6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129616934360818818" border="0" /></a><br /><marquee> This is just the preview..#8 page long story would b published later.<span style="font-size:100%;"></span></marquee></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >A mirror speaks!</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><o:p> </o:p><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">I’m here on one of my boring days. Why? Because no one here looks at me since little ILAYA left to her boarding school. And it seems like they may not have me here anymore. So am once again out of a home to go to a new place.</span><o:p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"> </o:p></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">While am resting here to be carried away, I am reminded about</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">the last time I was in a shop where there were a number of mirror friends.We speak very often about our experiences in different places.Here is something that usually happens between us & you.</span><o:p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">-<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >People, they generally come towards us & want to see the best. Sometimes they do get annoyed & walk away angrily- as if we had done a blunder by not reflecting the way they wanted to look. It is those times I wish I knew magic. But not to forget - SOME OF THEM WOULD GIVE <span style=""> </span>US FLYING KISS TOO at times-Rarely ;)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">-<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Babies keep coming to us; sometimes keep looking at us for hours. Sometimes they keep smiling & chuckles when they see us reflect their beautiful smile. Ahh… I can spend a whole life reflecting their beautiful emotions.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">-<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Pet cats & dogs playing around unless they are tired or carried away.Hehe.. I just love to see the way they keep scratching us. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">-<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Gorgeous girls ;) standing for hours & the way they apply the so called make-up over an over again to only spoil their natural beauty. SIGH* I WISH I COULD TELL AT LEAST ONE OF THEM- Come on stop now! You look just great. Don’t apply that thing anymore. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">-<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Handsome boys trimming their mustaches. <span style=""> </span>LOL! Some amateurs just don’t understand the word “Symmetry”. Glad I don’t have a mustache.<><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">-<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Expecting mothers – First timers especially, trying in fact struggling to fit in their old clothes. Hahaa… You should see their emotions, so very rare & unique! <span style=""> </span>Even they themselves will not be able to see that again.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> I Shall tell you later about the stories my friends have told me. </o:p></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >But I do have few points to tell you from my experiences & my friend’s.Well, don't get offended by anything said here , won't you understand & cope when your friend says something that you do not like.<o:p><br /></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >#I have seen many people complain about the looks. Well, you humans are all beautiful in your own ways. Each of you has a face which is your unique to be identified (unless you have a twin). There is nothing for you to complain about. There was no reference given to create you. Each one of you are unique. And there is no one pretty and no one awful with looks. Every person is a new doll we see. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >#Each of you are unique & beautiful to us. Unlike us! What shape can I tell I have, what colour would I say Iam. Does Messy have long hair, or Silent have a big mouth? Does Ms.Antique have a sharp nose? Can I answer that, can u?<span style=""> </span>No! We do not have an identity like you. You have been<span style=""> </span>lucky to be what you are. And I feel the same way too!<span style=""> </span>We are what you are. A happy person in front of us makes us happy too. We smile. We reflect your smile. Every complaining look makes us do the same. When you look at the mirror do not expect – just observe & do not fail to see what you see.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >#Looking at the mirror is good, for many reasons. You know how you look & how you must cope to be your best. Imagine a person who never looks at the mirror, do you think he will have any idea about when to trim his mush or when to shave? He would grow barbaric, won’t he?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Fat people would realize how rapidly they are putting on weight, they may control their diet accordingly if they note the change. I have heard a wise woman say “Your body is your first doctor, it never fails to tell you what is happening inside.It never fails to warn you. Only that we fail to pick up its signal sometimes” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ># We help you groom yourself. Sometimes the greatest way to practice your speech or presentation is by standing in front of the mirror & practicing your speech. There is no one better than yourself to note what the mistakes are & accordingly you can make the changes. May it be the way you stand or the body language, we are there to help you help yourself. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >#Dressing!! For heaven’s sake, please wear clothes that look good on YOU. Never see someone else look very pretty in some of the dress & try them out blindly. Trust me! An elephant looking huge may be a stunning sight, but a lion would look majestic only in its own size. Can you imagine a bunny in the size of a hippopotamus? You would run screaming, won’t you?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Then why scare us & the rest? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >I wish I could personally call you or at least scream & cry when you wear a silly dress that is NOT made for you. But we cannot, we are only designed to reflect & we do not try that may be nice for a human but not for us. Whenever you wear a dress (definitely when it’s the first time), take ample time to check if the dress covers you properly & doesn’t look awkward or funny by looking at your reflection from all sides. If you haven’t got a bigger mirror, do ask people in your house. For I have seen the way some people look good when observed from the front side but not so from another angle. And if you are asked about the dress, do not try to be modest & lie that it looks good when it doesn’t. It is better to let your loved one know that “It looks pathetic” than to see them cry for someone had said something about it at work or outside home.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ># And what not….. Spare a smile when your day starts. Do smile at us , for there is always the most beautiful face waiting to smile back at you. Never complain about your face – it looks great for it is unique.<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"> </span><o:p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >With that note I shall now get back to the waiting… I never know whom I would meet. I may land up in your home next to tell the people what you have taught me, through my next story! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Come on! Smile – I would like to do that when I leave you. That’s Nice! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >How was my smile? ;) <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p><br />Lastly “Never neglect the mirror!”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-76809619380769573522007-10-08T06:20:00.000-07:002007-10-13T05:13:21.152-07:00Pesugiren pesugiren ....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HbY0QyaQB-TZNSqConfjpocqTXVd5U-WbFNBQv4GiBHBh6ca3-NG3GvA3ae2iVRLbkoK4uVNWeT2DvaWPJXbX0utbxnqzAUlReQ2M0rC30h838nVTmZl_En26ucgzPA4rpgK/s1600-h/alltask3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HbY0QyaQB-TZNSqConfjpocqTXVd5U-WbFNBQv4GiBHBh6ca3-NG3GvA3ae2iVRLbkoK4uVNWeT2DvaWPJXbX0utbxnqzAUlReQ2M0rC30h838nVTmZl_En26ucgzPA4rpgK/s320/alltask3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119051247066096530" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lost/Dead/Quit/Disturbed/Sick/Sad???</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">If you were clicking any of the above reason for my absence :D am sorry, you are wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sorry for not informing & sorry for being very irresponsible. <o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">So for that reason I have a special track uploaded for the friends here. Before I forget- MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH!!</span><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >For all the delay from my side am uploading three songs this time :)</span></p><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5850567&q=lo"> Corrs Heart like wheel- Dialup </a><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5850567&q=hi"> Corrs Heart like wheel- BB </a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5850484&q=lo"> Pesugiren Pesugiren-Dialup </a><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5850484&q=hi">Pesugiren Pesugiren-BB </a><i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5660879&q=lo">Surprise Try hearing -Dialup </a><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5660879&q=hi">Surprise Try hearing -BB </a><br /></i><br /><br /><br /><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13;">And yes- finally after hearing many friends recommend - am into </span><span style="font-size:13;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> flick<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">r .<br /></span></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14696749@N08/"> Here is my flickr page- Click to view my pics.</a><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;">The feeling that someone remembers you – is the best. Especially when they get mad at you …. You have every right to express your anger. <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">J</span></span><span style=""> </span>And thanks a TON :D for those many of you who have taken the pain to express it thro the angry offensive emails :P Kidding… they were real sweet mails. I am very glad I have such wonderful friends around. THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING THERE. And not to forget the new friends who had visited the page <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888060152629628438">Naveen</a>, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679546010001456769">Sudhakar</a>, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795149371701803414">MM</a>, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08381188794047948690">Dhil d Desperado</a> and one of them <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795149371701803414">MM</a> & <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10165156073792229190">rsubras</a> had returned to read the next post too :) .<o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Writers block..??? :<st1:street><st1:address>P NO WAY</st1:address></st1:street>!<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I have the Anti-Writers block . For I have too many things that I wanted to write about.<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">JULY# </span><span style=""> </span></b>about Since this could probably be the longest vacation for us- Me & Sis decided to ask mom to take a break & visit few relatives with my cousin as Dad was busy. So I was in charge, enjoyed Cooking, the household work & did some<span style=""> </span>rearrangements too. I utilized this time to do all those challenging works which mom wud never let me do if she was around. One of which includes soaping the tiles in kitchen and cleaning them (You should have seen them SHINE! ;) ). The kitchen seems to love the makeover: P & so did our family. All these kept me tight. Then mom returned & we were busy with the house shifting formalities <o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">FRIENDSHIPDAY: </span>IT WAS TOO SPECIAL> Yes other than the present friends calling & wishing. There were couple of calls whose voice I could not recognize but they seem to know a lot about me & family. There were few name calling from some girls & then the boys distracted by still listing details about me. At one point I was gonna pull all my hair out of my head & run for I WANTED TO KNOW WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE bullying me with so much of love :) Yes! They did reveal their identity – the boys & girls who had shared the same class room with me. Was lucky enough to get to hear the voice of more than 10 of my 1<sup>st</sup> standard- YES CLASS 1 friends. We were all out of touch for more than 17 years. But thro t contact with 2 friends – all the rest were able to trace out & they called up & wished. We were all on conference call & I totally enjoyed it. Could tell my friends almost all that had happened that time & I was the one who remembered many events. We all had a loud laugh & most of the friends were surprised to see me remember all of them & infact some of them told- “ You have not changed a bit. I could already see your sunshine smile & that kiddo face. NOT A CHANGE – only have grown sweeter. Am glad you are still the same girl we knew then. “<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="">So were they- entire bunch was terribly sweet & it was like I got back an old treasure. Class 1 friends :D who wouldn’t feel that way!!! <o:p></o:p></b></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">AUG - SEP #</span> </b>First and the foremost…. My brother’s visit. He had come down from <st1:country-region><st1:place>USA</st1:place></st1:country-region> with his family & having been on vacation for the very first time during his visit it was great this time. After many years the 3 of us- me , bro & my sis we had lotta time to talk–bully-prank-tease-walk-laugh-feel happy-feel sad- ‘what not’ together. Trust me or not- we were chatting all night for the first few weeks of his arrival (One of the night we 3 had oatmeal at mid-night went chatting all the time to see appa wake up at 5 the next day morning and wish us good morning!!) that I caught up a soar throat & it hasn’t bid goodbye to me yet. My throat is so deep in trouble :P<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And how can I forget mentioning about the GREAT time me & my MAAPS (maplai- My bro’s kid) had. Oooooooooooo I miss him so very much. There was not a day I woke up seeing someone else’s face but his, there was not a day I missed playing with him-chatting- watching TV(Yes ofcourse we have many things in commonone of which seem to be DISNEY channel) -laughing-eating-walking- and what not!! I can write a whole book about the time we both had- occasionally joined by the grownups :P my bro & Sis. I love him a lot & I miss him a lot. During his last visit I had taught him to show “I LOVE YOU” in sign language. And he seem to remember most of the things we used to do together during his previous visit which was probably a year back. This time he had often been showing the “I love you” to me & I used to do the same. <o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><b>SOBS*SOBS*… Far across the distance </b></span>The day he left I was so totally bugged that he was gonna leave. But that night he promised :) that he would get back in the 10<sup>th</sup> of OCT (Wonder what that little head had thought to say that. I understood that he is gonna miss us the same way we all do from what he had said.) And I was preparing myself<span style=""> </span>NOT TO CRY. I have told this a few times in my blog- I hate CRYING & crying in front of someone is SO NOT WHAT I COULD POSSIBLY SEE MYSELF DO. And the whole evening the rude inner voice was telling me “ No maruthu – Don’t u dare cry!...Never cry!!”<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">That night myself & Dad went to drop them at the airport & I enjoyed the ride , with my kutty maaps sitting on my lap. Dad & I browsed some of the books in the Higginbothams during the waiting time – and I never wanted any of the books from there. Appa did buy couple of books & then we came to the waiting area once anna was done with formalities. I avoided chatting with my maps after entering the airport since I was not strong enough to hide my feelings & I was not confident enough to BE STRONG/ACT STRONG.Only once did I talk to him during the waiting time- that when I asked him if he was sleepy & gave him a candy to chew on. When we were going to say bye – the little Vaalu did the “I love u” in sign language to me with a broad smile……..<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><i> </i></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><i><b> Azhugai?? Ayyahooooo!! Enna oru izhukku…</b></i></i><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">ARRRRRRRRRRRRR- What more do u need to melt an aunts heart??? And he needs nothing but simply a smile to melt my heart away. CRAP! I had lost control & started crying….<i><i> <o:p></o:p></i></i></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><i> </i></i></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><i>(ASINGAMMMMM – U r crying in public!!!!!!!!! Suthi irundhavanga elaam thirumbi parthutangayyyyyaaaaaaaaa!!! Cha shame shame pupppppy shame’a pochu…. But athai manam thangalayee—ini naan yara thookuven- yaru enaku kana pinanu mutham tharuva-yaaru en kitta kadha kepa-- yaar en kita adam panuvaanga yaaru kooda naan crayons <st1:country-region><st1:place>elam</st1:place></st1:country-region> vechu colour panuven- yaaru enna pada soli adam panuva - yaar ena oru nal vidama anba vandhu ezhupuva?????- LOT MORE…. <b>Azhudhadhu vekama poi naan appa pinadi poi oliya try pani<span style=""> </span>“polaampa please’nu “ sonadhu nenacha – ippa kooda enaku siripa iruku!!! Che- puppy shame puppy shame</b>) </i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><i> </i></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Anna was surprised-shocked-puzzled-funny I dnt know what – at that state I could only understand he dint expect me cry.<span style=""> </span>I never easily express my feeling by crying- I may be cry only when am all alone but never in front of someone else. He WAS SURPRISED! He carried maps & told him to give me a big hug & kiss.<i><i>(Sari’nu vitangalaaa??? Avana thookiktu – andha thadupa thaandi neetiktu ena kita vara solli “ Athaiku oru big hug & kiss kudu” Namaku azhugai – odanju pona TAP’lerndhu thani vara mari aramichachu… I couldn’t control…idhula ivan vera kati puduchu mutham kuduthutaanyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….. Ambutu dhaan- I COULDN’T STOP – Tears went rolling – I kissed him tight saying “ Am gonna miss you sooo much!”) </i></i> And appa tried to comfort me – but the only option for me was “ TURN BACK & RUNNNNNNNNNNNN”<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Finally appa decided to get me out of the airport (or should I say out of embarrassment). The drive back home was not very joyful to me and appa was too sweet to desperately keep trying to make me talk. He started talking many topics that could divert me from -but nothing did. Alright change the topiccccccccc…..<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I have recorded a couple of songs that I haven’t uploaded until today. They gotta be more than a month old now. One of the song was suggested by our friend – well-wisher <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976">CVR</a> . When I first heard the track I told him :p “NO WAY! I can never sound like THAT!!” She was too good a singer– song from CORRS. And I heard the song over and over – through out the night ( yes while I was reading the novel which I love the most , I can read it over and over again- DOCTORS) and tried singing it the next day. It seems to come out well. May be not :P ! U gotta decide that. <o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And the other song which I happened to hear even before the movie was released is the “Pesugiren …” track from Sattham podadhey. <o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And Apologizing for disappearing – I got the special song where I have done something which I HAVE NOT DONE IN ANY OF MY<span style=""> </span>PREVIOUS TRACKS. Sorry song ;) <o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p> </o:p> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And you can view some of the pictures that I clicked during the small trip we had last week. Mom,Dad, Sis & me… we all had a great time. We had traveled through thro 3 districts. Thiruvanaikkal in trichy was the best. There we have a shiva lingam<span style=""> </span>At the foot of the Shiva lingam- cauvery water is found through out the year, and we did get a glimpse of that. And Sreerangam & Thiruvanaikkal<span style=""> </span>happens to be in the middle of the place where the cauvery diverges into two and then joins later. We had our uncle & appa’s friend join us for the thiruvanaikkal trip.I will leave you with that. Will come back with something interesting the newt time.<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Love,<br />Maruthu…</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">PS: Pesugiren pesugiren Lyrics was extra ordinary & without knowing that it is from the movie Satham podadhey & song by viva girls it took me a lot of time to find the lyrics. Could find many pages for Pesugiren pesugiren free mp3 download. I have no clue about the movie - i only liked the song.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com91tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-79373158064183716182007-07-27T08:16:00.000-07:002007-07-28T11:15:07.854-07:00MEDIA Culture - growing Uncultured.Here is my version of the song I'll stand by you. Not a great song. But loved it especially by one of the performers in American idol. Reminded me of the tamil song " Kangalil enna eerama? Nenjinil enna baarama?"<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">To hear the song please click on the appropriate links given below, </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5600859&q=lo"> I'll stand by you - For Dial up users</a><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5600859&q=hi"> I'll stand by you -For BB users</a></span><br /><br />Now, coming to the post :)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >MEDIA Culture - Growing Uncultured.</span><br /></span>Last week was excellent for We in our family did get some time to spend with together & it was Quality time ;). TOUCH WOOD. On Sunday morning while I was browsing through the news paper, I came across the TV programme column and this idea to watch a movie together with family struck me. And my eyes fell upon one movie that was joked alot about during the college days, starring one of the heroes from the movie boyz(which i have not seen yet- never will see too.) <p class="MsoNormal">I was told it is an ADULTS only movie. So I rechecked the timing- it was the evening movie!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">DUH!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Are people losing sense these days?? Don’t we get to watch a decent movie ATLEAST<span style=""> </span>on weekends??On a Sunday evening..come on! There got to be a mistake! But nope, that was the movie played that evening & we ended up watching a different show.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p>Its time Tamil channels also better start to have the U,U/G,A notifications while playing movies- the trend that Star movies follow really well.</o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p><br />MOVIES- </span>These days they are playing adult(e)rated movies on channels that are supposed to be showing family entertainment movies. It is the responsibility of the parents to make sure kids are watching good programs only. Sometime back(a couple of times) they did play the movie Boyz on Sunday & on a festive day. This movie is not a good choice for kids to watch. Does it mean this generation is taking everything for granted? Those who chose to telecast these- are they trying to take any revenge- probably a childhood problem? Is there even someone in the censor board who do some WORK AT ALL? People who telecast -Don’t they have any idea about the fact that people sit with family; mainly that children watch these?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">These days most of them in the movie industry do not seem to realize the responsibility & that is one reason am so against people going crazy over those who don’t even realize the fact that they are spoiling & corrupting young minds.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Not just <span style="font-size:100%;">hero’s</span>, but the<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> heroines </span></span>too.I accept that the competition is too much for these girls these days to get an offer, because the directors have lost sense about on what basis one should be chosen to act as heroine. And that has brought in a lot of junks inside the industry, which once had heroines like ….. (am only getting the picture of black & white movies’s!<span style=""> </span>:O yes ofcourse….There are decent one’s in later years too..) Revathy, Suhasni….. And a FEW more.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">These days the need for a glamour artist exclusively is cut down. Lucky directors! May be that’s one reason they don’t mind about getting cheap girls (No offence- girls who come in at cheap rates to act) to act as heroine. They don’t care about the kind of moves they are asked to do in a dance & the costumes for the dance & sometimes the dance itself actually has no role in that scene or the following one. Best example in that category is - in the movie Rhythm(Not a bad movie though :P )When the kid is enjoying the rain at night in the terrace there is this song <i>Ayyo pathikuchu…pathikuchu…</i> And I went like. “Did I by mistake change the channel or something?” From no where people start dancing in the stage & the kid who was supposed to be in bed sleeping is there in the podium sitting watching the dance. <i> Apdiye potaalum..ippo mazhai ila peyudhu..edhuku indha ponnu pathikuchunu koovings?? Kodumai !?!</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Our tamil industry <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">hero’s</span></span> are not exceptional- they are ok with any silly mannerisms & some stupid dialogues that do have double meaning. Vulgar dialogues(Sombu movies), rubbish gestures(Poriki – yaaradhu pokiri’nu padikrahdu??....i meant porikki seyra velaigal), Horrible onscreen behaviour , NOTHING-BUT RUBBISH. I can understand if they are trying to screen a bad guy turn good guy. In that case if hero’s act as how villains would, its fine. But they are imposing on us to accept the hero be that way through out the movie – that is being the actual personality- the hero do stupid things , tease girls, do all rubbish, Behave like an absolute Idiot , Speak filthy language, Dress indecent, still more to list….YUKK!The very thought that these are the guys – today’s young generation is going crazy over annoys me, ire me & worry me! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">What are they to be celebrated as great heroes for?? Instead they can go for a Mr.Bean or say vivek rasigar mandram & have a huge cut out for him (Come on – give the guy some credit, if you can take these morons as HERO! He atleast puts a smile &even make you laugh! He has a huge fan club :D Lets not pull him here…..)</p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal">My only question is why all these hype for SOME GUY who do not even care about what he is corrupting the young minds with? Certain things cannot be undone & corrupting young minds is one! Well, the language~ Dialogue- acting- dance- ….in the name of this, these guys do all funny awkward things & they are accepted by a huge crowd. To be frank not just accepted but celebrated too!<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">In a crowd where everyone is a fool but one man who may differ in the idea may be looked upon as an idiot, that doesn’t leave him with option to act a fool. But that is what is happening today! Even those who do understand this, act stupid – they just want to move with the crowd. So they also join the bajan! Although they know that this guy is absolute curse for the culture! </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span>Name just any movie – any actor - any thing. They go HOOGAA HOOGAA!</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span>If it’s the TOSS…”hey macha Toss superdaa..Naan first day first show parthen da.nee?”</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Or PORIKI-…”Dey PORIKI…enna padam da… Namma vaal/mooku/kannu enama nadichrukaar pathiya. Kovil dhaan”</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Or FREEDOM-… “Freedom! Summa top gear’la odudhula padam. 3 dhadava pathuten dee!”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have no personal aversion towards any one in the movie industry. But I do respect people who act with <span style="font-weight: bold;">SOME DIGNITY & RESPONSIBILITY</span>, which is like....very rare now. Thanks to people with some dignity like ;) aravind swamy who has gently withdrawn from this rat race. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">If and only if the directors, script writers, lyricist & actors (well they can choose what not to do atleast!) act more responsible, things will get any better. Otherwise we may be leading the future to grow <span style="font-weight: bold;">numb </span>to such non-sense. Simply by repeatedly getting us used to see such non-sense they are trying to impose & make us take it as sense. But non-sense is always going to be that. And we must not forget it.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>We are able to understand that the media is not actually bothered about what to play, when to play & movie makers too forget what SENSE is. If we are paying Rs 50 for a drink & there a sip of drainage in it we cannot ignore it. Will you?<span style=""> </span>So is the case when they make movies. They should rate them properly- HONESTLY! And those who telecast them in TV should know what to play when. Its alright when you have any non-sense in an adult rated movie. But they keep giving us non-sense in those that the younger generation watch and try to get the idea that THIS IS NOT WRONG, when it is absolute CRAP! Individual has to be responsible. Its each one’s responsibility to know what is right and wrong. But it would be better if these people in the media act responsible too.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal">The present TV culture is spoiling kids. The programs where kids are asked to call the VJ’s to have a chit chat with shows how far it has gone. Sometimes watching kids speak I that show, really would make you<span style=""> </span>feel dizzy. They are so much spoiled by the media.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Y8ZrbfM0CyMbBcTjyM3QVdJ5QCVMqu4tUZw3DIIzsdfiABmjPMivaCI59wUhgJe8LojHm56dssfa06XuFTtC35QMk9ttNhx5O_mR6CfRLQ1dbwL_taWqR4KxhPRUNIOpxuGB/s1600-h/NOTE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Y8ZrbfM0CyMbBcTjyM3QVdJ5QCVMqu4tUZw3DIIzsdfiABmjPMivaCI59wUhgJe8LojHm56dssfa06XuFTtC35QMk9ttNhx5O_mR6CfRLQ1dbwL_taWqR4KxhPRUNIOpxuGB/s320/NOTE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091930776059582754" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" > NOTE TO THE PARENTS:</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># Know what your kid is watching.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># Suggest the shows that are suitable for them to watch.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">#Encourage them to go outside & play. Trust me, it is better than watching the stupid box. </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">#Channels like Discovery, National geography,History channel can also be fun.Do find out programs that could interest your kid in the junior time.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">Of course Disney,pogo,CN,Nickelodeon,...goes without saying. :)<br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># It is better not to watch certain shows with kids around. I do not imply late night shows, but today – yes the shows that really do have some not-for-kids stuff. That also includes some of the songs – in the music channels.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">#Never hesitate to tell your kid that – "This is not what it is, these are buffoon in the movies that act this way simply to make money. In real world people do not talk or behave this way. If they do so they will be looked upon as nothing but fools." </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># Do tell them that- it is only an entertainer and not a preacher.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># When you see your kid imitate any of the acts/dialogue's/song that are not appropriate for kids (seena thaan too)- stop the kid right there & tell that it is Wrong & not to follow or imitate these. It may be entertaining & amusing for you to see your child imitate but it is never good. This could in fact encourage the child to create a passion towards such things.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># Do get some good videos , nice movies and ask your kid to watch it, you can join him too and make the time a pleasant memorable time.</span></p> <p face="courier new" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"># Encourage the kids to get involved in creative works than watch TV. These days the cable channels do not have nothing big left for the kids to learn from. They are out of good stuff. Only rarely do you find something nice & do watch it with them.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"># Try to make your kid understand what may be suitable to watch & what not in your absence too. Encourage the kid being responsible by reward-punishment method. Punish doesn’t mean spanking the kid :)</span></span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>Let them grow healthy…. Healthy mind is necessary for a healthy body.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Growing up cultured is even more important!</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">All that I have shared in this post are my personal views. They are not intended to offend any one. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><i>Thavarai meendum meendum seivadhanaal, adhu sari endru aagi vidaadhu! Adhanai pondradhey idhu - indraya thiraipada kalachaaram.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com104tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-26989014193174699082007-07-10T01:38:00.000-07:002007-10-13T05:13:53.232-07:00Tags 2 & 3 and "Uppu kallu" song-My version<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMnAfUokVeP4LUL7kwPf-JiA4v524j5h9w83erWyGiESP6WpPTYawSogly-VqKw31f3T3gC0QLUftNNFPRk4MNlvKP3Uc7CcRYyIjJE3Db1Sp9qL1mBCo8O3sneoEeiIuI5wY/s1600-h/tag+8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMnAfUokVeP4LUL7kwPf-JiA4v524j5h9w83erWyGiESP6WpPTYawSogly-VqKw31f3T3gC0QLUftNNFPRk4MNlvKP3Uc7CcRYyIjJE3Db1Sp9qL1mBCo8O3sneoEeiIuI5wY/s320/tag+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087758190684606882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=""> </span>Back with the remaining two tags :D<br />TAG 1 - <a href="http://paddyfieldprincess.blogspot.com/2007/07/uppu-kallu-song-my-version.html"> Here </a><br />TAG <st1:street><st1:address>2 & 3 follow ....<br /><br /></st1:address></st1:street><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">~~~~~~~~#8</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Tag </span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">#~~~~~~~~</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tag 2 - #8</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Tag</span><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://pakkatamilan.blogspot.com/">GOPS</a> Tagged</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">me on this. Here is what the tag is about. Rules follow,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:85%;">You are supposed to write 8 facts about you.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:85%;">You are to tag eight more people </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >-<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">You should tell them that they are tagged & they are supposed to follow these rules.</span></span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, I am planning to write “#8 Facts” that most of you may not know about me.Good things about TAG! <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Before I start writing my tag I wanted to share this piece of information about tags. They are my opinion & u may differ with it .</span>(I really don’t care so don’t bother to complain about the idea. No offence - sometimes its better i disclaim before i hear from .... other than my friends)</p> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Tags are like social party- they help us get to know our friends & they create a warmth around the blogsphere. Sometimes it helps you remind that YOU ARE NOT ALONE –JOBLESS. There are other such people around you too. ~~~KIDDING!!! ~~~ Tags really help you do THE THING! They help you do a self analysis which is most important in anyone’s life to be the better you. These tags help you know your tick marks & Cross marks. They infact help you mend yourself & again – u may differ in this view & i… :P Well go on u can spill it out. I still got lot more to write…But I should start of with the tag or there may be someone who hardly comes in here to read but always complains something or the other about the page. Again -</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">IDC!</span><span style=""> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >#8 Facts…</span></div><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">You may not know these facts about me :P but promise you wudn’t run away from my blog but return again :D heheee….</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >1)<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >DANCE </span><span style="font-size:85%;">– Well, I was so crazy about dancing during my school days. No no.. dnt imagine Jim carey dancing..i wasn’t bad. I have bagged some prizes for the dancing – including winner cup</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">in “THILLANA THILLANA”- THE ONCE POPULAR TV SHOW (Sun tv) But I stopped dancing after certain age in order to concentrate in studies :P(STOP LAUGHING)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">& to have a family that is proud to have you ! :P</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >2)<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >KIDS</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">– I just love kids. That doesn’t mean they can mess around. I take either extremes with kids. When they are well behaved – the most love would be from my side & when they are misbehaving – I would the first one in scene to STOP them being that way. And I guess they understand its for their good :) – they do come back to me with all smiles after the disciplining session is over. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >3)<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >NEAT & NICE: </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I want the things around me to be nice & neat. Sometimes am too picky. Dress- food- Colours in <st1:city><st1:place>ur</st1:place></st1:city> curtain.. name it. They </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">need not be very expensive but they HAVE TO BE NICE & NEAT to look at, b’coz It automatically puts a smile on your face. (That doesn’t guarantee a clean room my friend. My room can sometimes be as messy as it can) </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >4)<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Cooking: </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Ahh…. Most interesting place. When I cook I dnt stick to the rules. I make my own dish. I hardly follow the routine technique. And No talking in kitchen, No thoughts abt anything but cooking, NO ‘NOT RELATED TO COOKING’, Definitely there can be singing ;). And TRUST ME! Every time I follow this when I cook. There has never been a FLOP DISH in my kitchen chemistry. (To me Cooking is chemistry!)</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >5)<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Stage:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Stage had always been special in my academic life,may it be school days or college. I was always there performing dance or singing or name it…</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">in all the events until my middle school. During High school days I was the secretary and offlate most of the times escaped from singing or dancing. Once special time I never can forget is when I was asked to compere our house’s(TEAM) event. During the rehearsals I knew it was gonna suck big. The singers were too squeaky & the dancers were off the beat. After stopping my stage appearances as an entertainer – I dint want to get back there in that suit. I was either an orator or the secretary or announcing or simply with the Choir group or as sports person/Team. I still remember the time how I pulled it off through the event. IT WAS DIFFICULT TO LIE WITH A SMILE – CALLING IT A BEAUTIFUL PERFORMANCE WHEN YOU KNEW IT SUCKED TOTALLY! It was then I thought may be I should have done some piece myself. But it was fun to laugh it off after the show in the dressing room with the house mates and later with the class mates.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the 4 year= 8 semesters of college never have the staffs forgotten to ask me 2 take a seminar- not even one semester. The news just kept spreading. Whenever I was asked to present in the class room seminar – I would try to come up with a lie –“Sir, am not very good. Excuse me this time….”There would be the answer “Don’t lie Maruthu :) I have heard in our staff room. There is a news that you are a born teacher. You already have one in the other subjects why do you not take one in my subject? …”</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It always ended up me saying a YES! I loved teaching One thing about seminars is – the 60+ friends were sometimes too over joyed that they would keep annoying you, which came down to some extent after the 2<sup>nd</sup> year.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >6)<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Cartoons :</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Love them anytime all time. And living without watching cartoon is so not possible. The time I had been to <st1:city><st1:place>mysore</st1:place></st1:city> & there watching tv that had no cartoon channels was TERRIBLE! </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Seriously… For more than a week without Cartoons inspite of having a tv that had cable connection would be like how a drug addict would feel without the drugs for the first few days. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Even during exams I used to watch atleast one show for the day. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >7)<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Sense of humor: </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Close circle of people would know that. I have a strange sense of humor. I cannot control laughing the moment the joke strikes in</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">my headSometimes during the class hours too- my super brain would relate to something very hilarious or terrific funny imagination – that would trigger my laughter which can get really loud. Sometimes I would not be able to control it- but laugh out too loud during a lecture. .</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I would get terribly funny with my jokes. Walking with friends- happen to see something & my imagination would get</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">WILD>.. and I remember the times my sis would literally go begging to stop joking becoz her stomach hurts laughing. Few friends have also mentioned about my sudden out burst of laughter during class lectures (Very few no.of.times)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">& has questioned why? Because am a very sincere silent student! </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >8)<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >Turtle – Lion principle.</span> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I live by my principles & sometimes I stick to them so firm, there is no second thought about my decision. At times am as adjusting & tolerate very much. I am compromising & calm as much as a turtle. But at times when it comes to my loved one’s (or even my most sensitive issue)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">am as furious as a lion. I canot tolerate anyone messing with someone I love so much. They may not react but I would be first one in field to fight the war! And they would go like “ Was that YOU?? That was unbelievable. Why?.... ”Deep down inside they would have that</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">joy & smile that pops which only would happen when they understood you totally.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">To look back even I would go “Was that me…PHEW!” </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">EXTRA-</span> NEVER’s in my life - Circus show, Movie</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Theatre (Not even during college days- TRUST</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">ME!) , Fire Crackers</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">……. NEVER WILL THEY BE! </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >NOTE:<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Notice the pic up there?? </span>In memory of John Ritter who passed away in 2003 Sep 11. I love this show a lot & he is missing around in later episodes. It is really sad that he is missing. I did a little editing on the pic on a BORING DAY! <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Do u recognize what the serial is ??</span><br />Am leaving this as an OPEN tag. Anyone & everyone who comment may please kindly take this up if they are interested ! I shall be glad.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size:85%;">********Thinking blogge</span>r award.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;">********</span></span></p><p></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;">TAG 3- Thinking blogger award.</span></span><span style=""><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlsDBBanXwvY4Q3SmNUbEDYZBbt8P2lKIwnSD8IWoBHwla9QdJzP7jwH9LRmYtZ4Ct0tJAIlD9BfZMH83mAdpkkUzBhCOywtHD1XNxI4E9t-vgWAi5orn5NoiUtPOl1eDoR9B/s1600-h/thinkingblogger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlsDBBanXwvY4Q3SmNUbEDYZBbt8P2lKIwnSD8IWoBHwla9QdJzP7jwH9LRmYtZ4Ct0tJAIlD9BfZMH83mAdpkkUzBhCOywtHD1XNxI4E9t-vgWAi5orn5NoiUtPOl1eDoR9B/s320/thinkingblogger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087760303808516530" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hm.. Our friend <a href="http://hunky4gals.blogspot.com/">Brute</a> passed it on to me.<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I now have to pass it to 5 others. I was thinking of people who are not dormant with blogs came to my mind & the 5 categories automatically reminded me few. Choosing those who flashed first are now getting this & they would have to pass it 5 others . </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >STORY:</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Direction screen play – editing… NONE OTHER THAN</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> *</span><span style="font-size:85%;">Harish* ( Big bro)<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">His king kong returns :P & recently the one on Himesh… :P Hilarious.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">POETRY: </span>I classified this to tamil. And there are two people share equal credit<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">*Dreamz*& *Bharani* ( I rembr t nick- I used to call him kavignarey… ) </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">HUMOR: </span>If there gotto be a funny post anytime all time. There is no exception for his</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> comments too :P None other than * My days Gops!* </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">PHILANTHROPY: </span>*Balaji*(I am reminded of his comment on my post when I wasn’t able</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" > to help the girl in the railways station. He has done some social work</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">too) </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">GENERAL:</span> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Two people came to my mind</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://srijithunni.blogspot.com/">Srijith</a> & *Nirek*.May it be any</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">important incident you can find a post about it that would really make you think. Since srijith has already got this I would like to pass it on to nirek.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Now they have to tag 5 others under 5 categories ( The categories may not necessarily be the same as I have done.)</span><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9Wz9lmjxMHIuZkmYdXLyViH_XvAqgEqOwP9mnguCY0j2_HJntcQdJD4orUWmIJNPuPAVVqTjvBM7CzwWQT6j9CzvveGcJLlZorwWe71xuHlPoEliee3deMO6DdL1Ox35ICu9/s1600-h/karuppasamy01ld2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9Wz9lmjxMHIuZkmYdXLyViH_XvAqgEqOwP9mnguCY0j2_HJntcQdJD4orUWmIJNPuPAVVqTjvBM7CzwWQT6j9CzvveGcJLlZorwWe71xuHlPoEliee3deMO6DdL1Ox35ICu9/s320/karuppasamy01ld2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085498261883974514" border="0" /></a>Here is my version of the song<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Uppu kallu thaneerukku yaekka pattadhu.."</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5539629&q=lo" target="_blank">Uppu kallu - Dial up version</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5539629&q=hi" target="_blank">Uppu kallu - BB version</a><br />After a long time i heard one of Bombay Jayashree's track from the recent/decent movie & fell in love with it after the very first hear !<br />Mostly because of the feel of the song ,the voice - to top it all ,the way the heroine has brought out the feel in this song with the LOST LOOK in her face :)<br />There is something very disturbing about this song - the actress or the picturization ..I really do not know how to put it. But the Song is amazing. I wish you hear& WATCH the original track too :)<br /><br /></div><marquee></marquee><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><marquee>Well thats all from my side.... :) Its your turn now</marquee>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com131tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-60344681101098340242007-06-26T23:59:00.000-07:002007-10-13T05:15:12.967-07:00Tagged – Sivaji – Uyirum neeye Song!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHi0mcdW4RUuv9IZFZ-kF9VQqMZxcZZGag9d3YOR4DsOLaIuW3s5gyw6ZUIPFQ_ZB0zwVMcFmpXGOBi-iqd67GMsJBWxqz30VkdBBNNtdCviub5jeBpfgor13b76CNggJ32uka/s1600-h/Chicken+Soup+book.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHi0mcdW4RUuv9IZFZ-kF9VQqMZxcZZGag9d3YOR4DsOLaIuW3s5gyw6ZUIPFQ_ZB0zwVMcFmpXGOBi-iqd67GMsJBWxqz30VkdBBNNtdCviub5jeBpfgor13b76CNggJ32uka/s200/Chicken+Soup+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080641607354938194" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Tagged – Sivaji REVIEW :p– Uyirum neeye Song!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">:P DUH!! You thought I would post a review or something about this movie. NOT FROM ME – Never :P . Looks like the whole world is catching up the SIVAJI FLU! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I wonder why people make<span style=""> </span>all these fuss … Its just another movie. I wonder why sometime people even don’t care if the movie has a good story or should I say STORY AT ALL. I never know. I never will. Coming to what I actually planned to post.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">After a pretty long time – I have THREE tags in my hand. HEHEHEHEHE! Now I shall take revenge on my buddies :P by tagging them.Hee hee !!! I will do them one by one</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Linking you one of my songs AFTER A LONG TIME :P So stop complaining..i haven’t tortured you all for a while! :P Come on – you can take this! I love this song & My sister too loves this song very much. An infact she is the one who reminded me this song after a long time. She knows ITS MINE- for so many reasons!!!! This song goes out to all the wonderful MOM and TO-BE-MOMS.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5495122&q=lo" target="">My version of Uyirum neeye~~ For Dialup conxn</a><br /><a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5495122&q=hi" target="">My version of Uyirum neeye~~ For BB conxn</a></span><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ahem :D </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Am Back again…This time with a TAG :D </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Brute</span> – I will post your tag next! :D Give me a little time. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am given THE “thinking blogger award” My next post would be on that probably. And after that it would be Gops’ 8 Tag! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Gops </span>– I will post your tag soon. I think I will first ask you and clear about t\what the tag actually is :P neengalum enna mari rule break panirukeenga dhaney :P heehee</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Some times back -I have been tagged<span style=""> </span>by <a href="http://iamvisheshur.blogspot.com/">Vishesh</a>. The tag is on the book am currently reading.<br /><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I just love tags , vishesh & thank you very much for tagging :) and do accept my apologies for posting it very late. There was friendly reminder from “<a href="http://alittlelight.blogspot.com/">a little light”<o:p></o:p></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">With no further delay I am posting the tag here<span style=""> </span>:) </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The rules of this tag are:</span><br />1. Name the person who tagged you with a link to his/her blog.<br />2. Describe what you are asked to do - in this case, publish the 5th paragraph of page 123 of the book you are currently reading. (If the page does not have a 5th paragraph, take the last paragraph. And if the book doesn’t have page 123, take the last page.)<br />3. Tag five people </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">#1- have done that. <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Vishesh</span> tagged me :) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">#2 – Ok the book that am currently reading….U mean right now?Hm…<span style=""> </span>I was reading “The Chicken Soup for the Woman’s soul” It is really like a SOUP – I sometimes blindly take up some page & RE-read things I have already read. For those of you who know about the Chicken soup series – I need not explain what the book<span style=""> </span>is all about.</p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">Ahem…This is not a recipe book :D and I am a <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">vegetarian</span>. And for those of you who have already started saying “Uff…not another girlie book “</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It has great series & you must give it a try.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i> Yaaru ba adhu …Maruthu enna soup book elaam padika aramichtaanga- Samayal’la erangitangalonu kekradhu?? :P Book <st1:country-region><st1:place>peru</st1:place></st1:country-region> dhaan Soup – The only has recipes on happy living :) </i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b></b></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><b>WHY?? <span style=""> </span>The reason why the book has this name. The name "Chicken Soup" was chosen for this series because of the use of chicken soup as a home remedy for the sick.. </b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"> Well it is basically like a collection of what people have to say on the topics– it could be about marriage, love, kids, Attitude, Ageing, Special moments <span style=""> </span>..what not. They have list of topics that has pages on Stories, Real life incidents, Poems, Cartoons too….most importantly it motivates you. </p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">My suggestion is you could try..</p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">Chicken Soup </p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">#For the Soul -<i><span style=""> Chicken Soup for the Soul</span></i> is a series of books, usually featuring a collection of short, inspirational stories and motivational essays.<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">#For New moms (:P I only read the Chapter titles – while appa was busy searching a particular book from that shelf in the book shop)</p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">#For Sisters (Haven’t read that yet… Could not find one)</p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">#For Father ‘n’ Son</p> <p class="MsoNormal">#For Mother ‘n’ Daughter</p> <p class="MsoNormal">#For golfers </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The list goes on….. Who knows you may even end up finding your name <span style=""> </span>in the cover :P<span style=""> </span>“Chicken Soup for <i> Your name </i> :P </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b></b></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Kidding…. :) </b></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Now coming to the #3 rule ……</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Page 123 – yes of course, this book has more than that :P just name/number it</p> <p class="MsoNormal">BUT CAN I MAKE A EXCEPTION HERE ? Vishesh – I hope you wouldn’t mind reading something that you will understand :D – Come on Am not a rule breaker -I go by the rules..but I feel quoting the 123<sup>rd</sup> page’s 5<sup>th</sup> paragraph would make NO Sense :) to any of my friends here. Would it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So I thought I would pick out something that is not very long – which you could read -understand & enjoy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>FEW QUOTES from the book , </b> <i> hmmmm…..</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="">We are not rich by what we posses but rather by what we can do without.</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">You don’t get to choose how you are going to die or when. You are left with the choice to decide how you’re going to live. (Loved this one :D )</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">What is right for one soul may not be right for another. It may mean having to stand on your own and do something strange in the eyes of others. </li></ul> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>CARTOON</b> <i> AHEM AHEM :P …</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I thought I could scan the page – but I did not want to delay – so here I go…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">CATHY is on the phone….. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Him: okay, I’ll see u later cathy! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cathy: LATER as in TONIGH or LATER as in SOMETIME IN THIS LIFE TIME ?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Him:Oh..hahahahah..Give me a call sometime.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cathy: GIVE YOU A CALL as in YOU RESPECT MY RIGHT TO TAKE THE INITIATIVE or GIVE YOU A CALL as in CALL ONLY WHEN YPU SPECIFICALLY ASK?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Him: You’re a Riot , cathy. Well, ive got to go.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cathy: I’M A RIOT as in YOU LOVE ME or I’M A RIOT as in WE JUST BROKE UP?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">After the phone call is over.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">CATHY: Hmm…. Men should come with Instruction booklets ! BLINK BLINK. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">More…??Lazy DUMBO :P</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Just get the book & read :) You wont regret!</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Am choosing to randomly tag people who come to my mind when I think about books & posts on that or even who have spoken to me about any book that they read. When you tag – your friends should take up the tag- few of them whom am confident would post it soon are tagged this time…. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"># Brute</p> <p class="MsoNormal"># Gops- Devil</p> <p class="MsoNormal"># Jagan</p> <p class="MsoNormal"># R Subras<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"># KK</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">If your name is left out & you love tags ;) Do let me know.....<br />I have two more..adhula u will be in!</p><p class="MsoNormal">Hope you enjoyed the tag.<br />Take care & Cheers! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">With love,<br />Maruthu.</p>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com116tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-11201479748621002822007-06-05T21:21:00.001-07:002007-06-27T04:44:58.472-07:00Come with me- lets go on a small ride along the village side….. :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQOGoyDhWoH5ENfsmwPnzA6At7X4gTrbTPg1ygNRVdxrUCB4kz3PDCcDDKjkL2cGUUgjjFz6tD2uf2ICnyY1sb2hyGVJL4gjbVnFtFulzoPjc5XLixvKPxRmMzZgs1Rra-Na-/s1600-h/scene2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQOGoyDhWoH5ENfsmwPnzA6At7X4gTrbTPg1ygNRVdxrUCB4kz3PDCcDDKjkL2cGUUgjjFz6tD2uf2ICnyY1sb2hyGVJL4gjbVnFtFulzoPjc5XLixvKPxRmMzZgs1Rra-Na-/s400/scene2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073349349854236626" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">Come with me- lets go on a small ride along the village side….. <span style=""> </span>:D</p> <p class="MsoNormal">First time ever in the history of blogging… :P Blogger’s TOUR.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And first time ever :P am gonna take you on tour. <i>Cha..indha ponnu blog mokkaye thangala..idhu kooda tour pogi uyiroda veedu vandhu servoma’nu doubt irukravanga elaarum – konjam thirupi yosinga :P enna baggy en control – vittu mutta soliduven :P Adhu yaaru baggy? Post’la varuvaanga parunga….</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ok..i thought I would write this post in 2 languages in different styles- For there are friends who are also interested in reading the post in tamil. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Alright now – serious better pack your bags & get ready for the ultimate online tour…And dnt u forget to turn <st1:city><st1:place>ur</st1:place></st1:city> speakers on <i> En iniya sagaakkal elaam bayapadradhu theridhu :P</i><i> Bayapdadheenga..Indha vaati avlova ungala <st1:country-region><st1:place>elam</st1:place></st1:country-region> koduma pannaa vendaamnu dhaan- naan PADA VILLAI :D<b> It is original track..so FEAR NOT</b> Parda- ippo dhaan speaker on panreengala…Remba BAD :P</i></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><i>PATEESWARAM TEMPLES!</i></span><i> </i></p><i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhnizDqHC8TYaossYGtEoB7IM7r9eYwRXR-agDVUaU9RCg6w3vAPmGeaZwGh_aI7LsXlHzddfQ39geDeEKQZRPSRm-NDnHoq8Oa2AenKbcK8mcVh0z0m389qG0XzeF-RpvzzU/s1600-h/kovil2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhnizDqHC8TYaossYGtEoB7IM7r9eYwRXR-agDVUaU9RCg6w3vAPmGeaZwGh_aI7LsXlHzddfQ39geDeEKQZRPSRm-NDnHoq8Oa2AenKbcK8mcVh0z0m389qG0XzeF-RpvzzU/s200/kovil2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073281317572267826" border="0" /></a> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>I now cordially request you all to board in the bus. We are gonna take one of the best ECONOMIC tours ever! <i> Elaarum ukandhacha…elai thambi- jannal seat’ku ipdi elaam adichuka koodadhu :P periya bus- neraya seat iruku …Sari adhuku munaadi</i></i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Most of the friends who drop in my</i><i> space are away from home & the rest are here – but really would not get the opportunity I got (Lucky me!) :D- yeah am talking about getting time & place like this to visit. And few of the relatives-some distant relatives too were sweet enough to take us around the fields & places & show us around. And for the first time (VERY FIRST TIME) me & my sister went to the native without the company of appa/amma. And I wanted to feast you! – my lovely friends, lazy sis(Who took rest & missed most of the part in field trip since she was VERY tired!), Amma appa- few other family members, My brother – who is always away from <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region>, and many more people…. With the pictures atleast! :)</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>I still have too many of them in my hard disk <i> anaal idhu elathayum load panradhukuliye..</i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>SAPAAAAAA IPPOVEY KANNA KATUDHEY dialogue otiyachu :P </i></i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>But each of the picture can itself have a post on them- because they have a story to tell from my past. I will share a few of the memorable pictures & few unforgettable incidents related to that picture.</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b> Here we go……</b></i></p><i> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfQtYQ5BOkIkHnD-FaPETTeN6cyGB2Y-oT7gwn6CKYI7JdiM7D8dDnSZ7jE-wzoRLhmfyLaumnprRtVkEdcOMNmPGFd_SiCwd3-7aHs-7cSV1OmkUvrNLSTW01HNz9umOV0ON/s1600-h/kovil1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfQtYQ5BOkIkHnD-FaPETTeN6cyGB2Y-oT7gwn6CKYI7JdiM7D8dDnSZ7jE-wzoRLhmfyLaumnprRtVkEdcOMNmPGFd_SiCwd3-7aHs-7cSV1OmkUvrNLSTW01HNz9umOV0ON/s200/kovil1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073279788563910434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>The first day was really fantastic- except for the fact that it was too hot. And near neyveli we had a brilliant surprise :D It started raining…</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Imagine sitting near the window seat & listening to <i>Netru iladha maatram…</i> Song. <i><st1:city><st1:place>Ada</st1:place></st1:city> indha veyila thanikka ipdi oru super mazhai . Elarukum sandhosama… Window elaam close panadheenga ;) Light’a saral adichutu pogatum. Elarukum paatu ketkudhu dhaney! Driver speaker volume ethunga please …. <b>Netru iladha maatram…</b></i></i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p><i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwi3oV2WLwBv0uunhI6rpBv7wbdBG88xbamXR0pf0oe9vleaBvgcP2-k8l3ysGeO9yT9iVo-Z8W6KM-QhpIQWrIBhQS69mY3L3EqEZxvxU14HNOSWtVbeAhBEIKhA7NrTeYcl/s1600-h/kovil3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwi3oV2WLwBv0uunhI6rpBv7wbdBG88xbamXR0pf0oe9vleaBvgcP2-k8l3ysGeO9yT9iVo-Z8W6KM-QhpIQWrIBhQS69mY3L3EqEZxvxU14HNOSWtVbeAhBEIKhA7NrTeYcl/s200/kovil3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073282240990236482" border="0" /></a></i><span style="">And that day we dint go out anywhere but stayed home. And I just could not wait to goto another close relative’s home that is at a walkable distance from the place where we first went. They have many cows – goats- and a lovely dog there. And not to forget- after the childhood days, I had never been to the fields. Because everytime we go with appa amma- we have no time but to just visit them all & have a chat. Never have I been to the fields again until this time. If I remember it right the last time we went to the fields were during the primary schooling. And chithi used to carry me & cousin used to sarry my sis, we were just kids. We went alone this time- so no one could stop us :P from having this fun. </span><i><br /><br /><br /></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>Ooru vandhu serndhachu…Elaarum tired’a irupeenga. Inaku summa rest edunga. Naan inga sondha karavanga kooda aratai adikren. Apdiye tea kudipom appa ungala elaarayum introduce pani vekren. (Yaaru pa anga! Saraku elaam kedayadhu..enga oorla TASMAC kooda parka mudiyadhu- ambuttu nallavanga inga elarum! Pesama tea kudinga- fresh’a karandha paal vechu potadhu.)….. </i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>Sari- elaarum saaptu paduthu thoongunga. Nalaku veliya ooru suthalaam…andha vhithi veetuku kootitu poren :D Aadu maadu elaam introduce pani vekren..esply- baggy! Elaarum nalla thoongunga – sweet dreams!! :D </i></i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p><i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuWTQQHx_-sJhnO3Abxr4tlb9OBoB56pG7hclPM5lBa0-98xUbLPaC-KVBb8_IlfI15BINeNJ77PSgTk69DvEHcWVTnG4ljH6mDu0_tiSOv_Eh8UJ-dfS9YrZJZfUzUWMlilN/s1600-h/kadhilpo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuWTQQHx_-sJhnO3Abxr4tlb9OBoB56pG7hclPM5lBa0-98xUbLPaC-KVBb8_IlfI15BINeNJ77PSgTk69DvEHcWVTnG4ljH6mDu0_tiSOv_Eh8UJ-dfS9YrZJZfUzUWMlilN/s200/kadhilpo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072805873282535138" border="0" /></a> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i> Good morning…elaarum ezhundhiringa.. Fresh milk’la tea coffe ready! :D</i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>Saaptu oora suthi parkalaam….</i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>First to chithi’s place.</i></i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Third day we went to our aunt’s house where I am going to meet a child hood friend- kavitha. She is very special for- she is another distant relatives daughter but since schooling was better here – from her childhood she is brought up here. She is just a few years elader than me & my but acts very responsible & many a times she would behave like she is way too elder than us – in taking care of the 2 of us & being very loving. Genuine LOVE! And we love her very much. I remember the last time I saw her- I carried my Baby-Barbie doll & we 3 used to sit together& give my doll a gentle bath. She remembers all that & this time she asked me if I have brought the dollie with me. All the 3 of us were very happy- immensely happy to see eachother after so many years! And guess what she gave a very tight hug & too many kisses ! :D <i> Chithi veetla elarumey adorably sweet- AvangaLa yaarum kova patey parthadhu ila..epavum they keep a smiling face – avanga family memberskula kooda erichalavo- kova patto parthadhu ila. And that is one reason I love visiting them – because u can smell love,feel love, hear love, see love, LIVE the true love & affection. Kavi romba close- but naanga paarthu pala varudangal agudhu. Inaku dhaan meet pana porom. Kavitha kooda naanga oru murai thaniya vayaluku poitom. Appo oru periya koothey nadandhuduchu..but naanga veetla vandhu yartayum solala! Anaal indha vaati with picture adhu pathi elartayum sonnom @home. Ungaluku andha <st1:city><st1:place>edam</st1:place></st1:city> varapo solren. </i></i><i><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><i>Uyir pozhacha route.</i></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-aabPgvUeM1mu4xUoFCD_j31T0RIyWp8E5SH3TrLKxXZqKTC2ltcpY0iFfc3RfmRYi6Ix28mIfOGX_0Xxep3zWVNGJUkDrPBJO5So2wsp80LmXlZgFtY_7N_3GxCYAIqvQMO/s1600-h/Pretty2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-aabPgvUeM1mu4xUoFCD_j31T0RIyWp8E5SH3TrLKxXZqKTC2ltcpY0iFfc3RfmRYi6Ix28mIfOGX_0Xxep3zWVNGJUkDrPBJO5So2wsp80LmXlZgFtY_7N_3GxCYAIqvQMO/s200/Pretty2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073733092297232402" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75JZGHIL20pznRmn-x3zZNLpZKd0reGXvm6dUD8JUsKzkFoMHvKxtMZq52mIk1S5S1QgwwhlkQ5-fHSFAvPmtk_UEx_DJq4pDeel3aIneQrSzB01CR5rorZ0MTHIk5nrCM1xc/s1600-h/path5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75JZGHIL20pznRmn-x3zZNLpZKd0reGXvm6dUD8JUsKzkFoMHvKxtMZq52mIk1S5S1QgwwhlkQ5-fHSFAvPmtk_UEx_DJq4pDeel3aIneQrSzB01CR5rorZ0MTHIk5nrCM1xc/s200/path5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073352261842063330" border="0" /></a></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>The childhood buddy- kavitha and my cousin would will take us to the fields this time.</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>What u see here is the first place we went- the very first picture. And the path we took is here. An amazing route…and here is what happened that day! We were just 3 young girls walking in this path – and we were having a lovely chat walking through this greens.</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>And suddenly we three heard something very unusal – more like a stampede . And by the time we could understand what it was- kavi grabbed both of our hands. And she pulled us both into the greens- it all happened so very quick we could hardly understand what was going on & why she was pulling us inside the bushes. And BAAAAM – What we witnessed was really shocking. Moments before we got out of this narrow pathway into the buses in the side – there we say a really FAST RUNNING MAD BULL….it was running too very fast<span style=""> </span>that we could feel its speed when it just crossed. And there we were 3 of lying on our backs. Come on- she saved us! We three had bruises – but very mild compared to what could have happened had we not fallen off the path. I still remember the feeling… we were so amused & happy that we survived that! And this time when we told this to kavi- she was very surprised that we remembered it even now.(Who wouldn’t! :P ) <i> Indha narrow path’la maadu mutti sethuruka vendiyadhu :P Andha edatha maracka mudiyuma!!</i></i></p><i><br /><br /></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>And the second pic – with the greens is nothing but actually a path we took.</b></i></p><i><b> </b></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>When my cousin said- “Get down here & come so I shall show you the real beauty of village! And I was like..”Haahaaa good joke! :D now tell me which is the way to get down & go to reach where you are gonna take me.”</b></i></p><i><b> </b></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>He started laughing out loud..and I was thinking <i> This gotto be a joke ! I can take up the fear factor challenge instead! The path is so very steep & pretty high from the ground too… No way he is going to get down this himself & jumping off- not an OPTION definitely.! </i> Then he told me “ Seriously this is the way we must take if you want to see some beautiful places. Or else we could go back to the FLAT land like the lazy queens!- where you can’t see anything lovely as what am planning to show you.:P “</b></i></p><i><b> </b></i><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><b> </b></i></o:p></p><i><b> </b></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>I really wanted to see the places that I had once seen- been to & played a lot. I wonder how I got there those times. I asked my cousin “How did we go there those days..i remember having taken a smooth walk only!” </b></i></p><i><b> </b></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>He said “ We used to carry you or throw you down :P – you were little girls then..”</b></i></p><i><b> </b></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Me “ LOL :P – cha! I hate growing up! OK I follow! “</b></i></p><i><b> </b></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>And then he climbed/walked or I wonder how- got down. And I too made a safe TOUCH DOWN :P </b></i></p><i><b> </b></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Then we went to the places that you are able to see now… Had I not taken that BRAVE decision to climb/slide/I really don’t know how I made it down that path….i would not have this tour organized :P to take you-my lovely friends to get to see this! SO its worth the TRY! And so did I capture the super cool guest – fields- the very first pic which I love a lot! And the rest too..the flowers especially…The violet is the brinjal flower.<span style=""> </span></b></i></p><i><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmRX-vyYmYb9q_KsYp-JnKBK6TkUZBDHcQMlErjrHcYDoam0gBWr1mN4D9dkO4zsxjphU_nVIlvl_3ObIP_1IoLsNzuMTwxlvl7b9LCsR1N9RrZccTKYfWiDnrulAyy9DJ76AK/s1600-h/path2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmRX-vyYmYb9q_KsYp-JnKBK6TkUZBDHcQMlErjrHcYDoam0gBWr1mN4D9dkO4zsxjphU_nVIlvl_3ObIP_1IoLsNzuMTwxlvl7b9LCsR1N9RrZccTKYfWiDnrulAyy9DJ76AK/s200/path2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073340480746770338" border="0" /></a> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>All the greens are in chithi’s fields…Cousin offered to take me to more places- but trust me , I was really very tired after walking through the not very smooth path.And I still have too many pictures to share – but only that not patient enough to wait & load those so many! The best’s are here for you to see! </i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b>And I fogot! Do u see the picture that has an unusual guest- That was captured by the great photographer –me :P after all those chasing & crouch walking & FINALLY CLICKING. It is a dragon fly- we have all seen a grey/blue family dragon fly. But I have never seen one in this colour- pretty odd & freaky isn’t it? That’s why I wanted to click this & let you too witness this miracle! I wonder why it has that colour- actually there were couple of them in this colour. Only one was a little bit co-operative. Other one was too photo-shy. ONE STRANGE GUEST WE SAW THERE. Now you too have seen one RED DRAGON FLY-ignore if you have seen one already.</b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i> </i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Later on another day we visited the temples @ kumbakonam,the famous pond & all the other pictures are here..</i><i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-mdh7oWJ56hcg4nG6Emuu6fB8ynL2HZQocsGZfGzXy2g4yg835IoqdklVI6EesAFHje3g5FCyfpSCpMBF3IyqXSmESkU-EJbCs7ynC_Z9niGdFytEPTAbEHkD_37Dedis6oQl/s1600-h/path3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-mdh7oWJ56hcg4nG6Emuu6fB8ynL2HZQocsGZfGzXy2g4yg835IoqdklVI6EesAFHje3g5FCyfpSCpMBF3IyqXSmESkU-EJbCs7ynC_Z9niGdFytEPTAbEHkD_37Dedis6oQl/s200/path3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073341704812449714" border="0" /></a></i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i> Enna elaarum inum sleeping’a? Ippo Naama kumbakonam vandhachu :P nenega leaam thoongitu irundhapovey – alli poduley elarayum buskula..:p soli ethiyachu! :P </i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>hee hee</i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>Tea- break fast elaam vazhila edhavadhu hotel’la saptudlaam ;) </i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>Kumbakonam temples- world famous- soliya theriyanum ungaluku…Apdiye elaarum parunga..first 3 pics thavira elaa temple’um kumbakonam temple. </i></i></p><i> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> Myself in the fields - Varappu- paddyfieldprincess@Paddyfields-Dragonfly</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVluw8-SYbpNF8Yih8ZHybyp5Uuftluklde9AJx7kVQMfG5AnwQ1nEv5pj820dF6e9xQwL3tquhFlfFQGnIxp3hCr70NPAI_hzpGfDz5J_BdAWhPJ9hM4J8yecHowBq3YeJt6Y/s1600-h/paddyfld.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVluw8-SYbpNF8Yih8ZHybyp5Uuftluklde9AJx7kVQMfG5AnwQ1nEv5pj820dF6e9xQwL3tquhFlfFQGnIxp3hCr70NPAI_hzpGfDz5J_BdAWhPJ9hM4J8yecHowBq3YeJt6Y/s200/paddyfld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073333849317265282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPD3BRviC4tRN-fQO70h-qM9nWcXVQH4QhhsEszzr-bt2H6QvkYZjqtuquMtc9gfLNZVVwewan2oCf26HRvlI7GLXBxYhF7-gollnMKgpPwjY1rmT6bfXUGxFrGwi4DPu4Yv5J/s1600-h/guest2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPD3BRviC4tRN-fQO70h-qM9nWcXVQH4QhhsEszzr-bt2H6QvkYZjqtuquMtc9gfLNZVVwewan2oCf26HRvlI7GLXBxYhF7-gollnMKgpPwjY1rmT6bfXUGxFrGwi4DPu4Yv5J/s200/guest2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072802372884188866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><b>BAGGY! - The most friendly COW - me taming the cow</b></span><br /><br /></i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8PRKu9lEbaxetj0BXKXddeM5UDejLqiEV7s8MqyYwDrY5HsDtJ1MgUya5MrOEY_Y7MS7kMwcCcKS6dpb5UqXyLbaNmSL9hCPLseZwgnO1a6XXG8YGANlzzt7epku9bhy449QW/s1600-h/MADU1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8PRKu9lEbaxetj0BXKXddeM5UDejLqiEV7s8MqyYwDrY5HsDtJ1MgUya5MrOEY_Y7MS7kMwcCcKS6dpb5UqXyLbaNmSL9hCPLseZwgnO1a6XXG8YGANlzzt7epku9bhy449QW/s200/MADU1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073330331739049842" border="0" /></a></i></div><p class="MsoNormal"><i>And most importantly- the picture of baggy !!:P </i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>The picture that has the pretty cow! I love that cow. She is one of the most friendly cow.</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>I remember the last time I had been there with amma appa… she was carrying.And all the time I was there in the place where baggy would be resting. She was so lovely – And most of all she loves me shcrubbing her behind the ears & near the horns. And you copuld see one picture while I was doing the same this time. Probably one place where the poor animal cannot give itself a scrub. But I just loved sitting next to the resting TO_BE_MOMMY ! :D</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Only on hearing our car start did I realize I had to make a move.</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>This time when I went I asked if we could go see her & chithi said she has a baby girl :P delivered some time back. I really was shocked when I heard this, because does cows carry calf for so many years??! :O And then chithi understood what was running in my brain & joked – “No no…. That one you are thinking about is there- almost a cow :P no more a calf. This is her second calf! “ </i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>And I went “ PHEW!! I was shocked….Thank goodness.”<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5mx_OSfQHzs4cQIrR3McYzLvlTNT8qaKiy_MK5vhLG6DZ8UVaTS2fU81DSAalmdgPbEl1fiWFBTwsgbsg9-OlG1lD16BTe0WpRaIH03vJ4FHjknWMMxAZoA1PLohmn7xXAlU/s1600-h/d1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB5mx_OSfQHzs4cQIrR3McYzLvlTNT8qaKiy_MK5vhLG6DZ8UVaTS2fU81DSAalmdgPbEl1fiWFBTwsgbsg9-OlG1lD16BTe0WpRaIH03vJ4FHjknWMMxAZoA1PLohmn7xXAlU/s200/d1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072806689326321394" border="0" /></a></i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>And everyone in the room burst out laughing. When we went there to baggy’s shed – the milk man had come to milk the cow. And Do u see that pic?</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i> Paal kara annan karakra time baggy’a parka vandhrukom… :) Anna permission’oda oru click panitu varen. Neenga elaam bayapadadheenga- baggy is very friendly. Adhuku kombu kita thadavinaal- romba pidikum..Fore head- kombu, kaadhu kitta…. Inga leaam tame panalaam. She likes it. Bayandha goli elaam orama irunga. Naan poi veladren :P See the pic? ;) </i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>Ok namakelaam fresh’a paal ready :P Ippo time for the kutty to drink…elarum odhungunga…kutty(olipichaan- is her nick name there!) kudikatum. :) </i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><i> </i></i></o:p></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>Ipovey kanna katudhu….</i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>Neengalaam pavam..so odhoda vitudren :D</i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>Matravai neril – if u insist in knowing more.. will share it with you later.</i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSq8aFHE22d25z9PTR2V5TR7CjPElshyusUIBLzE2mfzpbfTaPRr3WpJBGcZwLWAFo1312ymaGw2ohxm0o4g3jL2SdlHD11ubdo-M8fynrRYjyaWlpRe0oS9qMNrQvD3Ec5z__/s1600-h/kumkovil2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSq8aFHE22d25z9PTR2V5TR7CjPElshyusUIBLzE2mfzpbfTaPRr3WpJBGcZwLWAFo1312ymaGw2ohxm0o4g3jL2SdlHD11ubdo-M8fynrRYjyaWlpRe0oS9qMNrQvD3Ec5z__/s200/kumkovil2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073329477040557922" border="0" /></a></i></p><i><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Things that I observed & makes me rethink –</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i># Only the city people blame the time & keep changing worse than chameleons. Often they forget <i>how to DRESS</i>- or<i> should I say DRESS!</i></i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i># Those in the villages are still the same- with genuine love, those millions of smiles that I got to see- from know&unknown people…DAMN! Am sure gonna miss that. Here we simply hesitate to smile-BACK also. It would be so disgusting sometimes :P like they were never taught to smile or even know how to! </i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i># And the bus culture- awesome. One of the serious MARUTHAM’S PRINCIPLE is not to be seated in a bus while the elders are standing. I donno if the people follow this..but whenever I gotup to stand offering my seat to an elder person. There was soon someone to offer me a seat.This happened very often in the journey – and the men here follow strictly that – no man keep shimself seated while a women is standing. That was genuinely very GENTLE & HUMANE! While we have romeo’s & JUNKS – who hardly knows to share the little space during crowded hours(or should I say always!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorJ2dk8Hix4O4ZDZcdfgpHTghPHdJpx_ngtrQJpR2PKc6uITlUE13-QTLNNfki5Su-hO2UG1R3_ug7hF4XhSW-HqVHvjsramSzc7pSHG-IbY4Krso1FwdshXRttuZXgFBQzYT/s1600-h/path4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorJ2dk8Hix4O4ZDZcdfgpHTghPHdJpx_ngtrQJpR2PKc6uITlUE13-QTLNNfki5Su-hO2UG1R3_ug7hF4XhSW-HqVHvjsramSzc7pSHG-IbY4Krso1FwdshXRttuZXgFBQzYT/s200/path4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073347172305817538" border="0" /></a></i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i># The gentle smile which they always carry.</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>#The super friendly –humane drivers who half the time shares the load of the conductor. He doesn’t rely on the vizzle<span style=""> </span>to start or stop the bus. He takes the pain in turning & looking at the foot board & makes sure everyone has got down & during crowded hours – he asks if everyone has got down. </i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i># Not to forget the humane conductors – they help out old people – children & sometimes women who have too many luggages while getting in & out – very safely. While out city drivers-conductors impress us all with their excellent stinking vocabulary like the “ SOmaari, Kasmaalam, Saavu graaki, Paradhesi, …..” che ! why do<span style=""> </span>get there on a lovely post like this…These guys stand no where when compared to those GEMS! </i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>#Overtaking is not very common there – one is that they have a good road that doesn’t let them do this, and too they seem to know HASTE MAKES WASTE! </i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>#Indian villages are still the same- genuine-innoscent people- Unconditional love-Culture-Tradition-Gentle way of speaking- …oooooooo too many to list out. I wish we all keep this in mind & try to learn from them- what we have forgotten being far away from the backbone – and almost for having forgotten HOW TO LIVE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZWg1Am6qD-07GLsWfEgittMjzjzmcmsMnhD3UMcdoqQrLQAAbuQSdLC1ztMGiYEqj1IJm7dwlxOImN9KBYyfR6zytp2lP3pDICjMIAomt16GAtQvvkKJIfWO3B_YWsi0pFbt/s1600-h/kumkovil1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZWg1Am6qD-07GLsWfEgittMjzjzmcmsMnhD3UMcdoqQrLQAAbuQSdLC1ztMGiYEqj1IJm7dwlxOImN9KBYyfR6zytp2lP3pDICjMIAomt16GAtQvvkKJIfWO3B_YWsi0pFbt/s200/kumkovil1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073282885235330898" border="0" /></a> </i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>#Calling this modernization – we have forgotten and are now getting back to barbarian times- with the mini skirts – sleeveless dress, and not implacable to girls alone – I see these days that guys have lost minds and are wearing sleeveless baniyans,ara kaal trwoser :P – 3/4<sup>th</sup>s which are smaller than that – YUKKS!, and I dnt want to list many here….But mind your dressing- we dnt want to show the future “ See that- that’s salwar/sarree, veshti,shirt…that once humans used to wear! It will stink for sure! We dnt want to take a blame like that do we>?? <span style=""></span></i></p><i> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpWJcxX0SfhVNBArCAmN0BzimhWyhx2VjevxK5Pz4q2aNCOV-Q5Tvb7Lly4G370j3tOh_-r3QIE9KT168nvceXLIDmyIJV3VQ1t8tJugvocBPpgBE1q9JOqm4_4fasZSjADSH/s1600-h/bus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpWJcxX0SfhVNBArCAmN0BzimhWyhx2VjevxK5Pz4q2aNCOV-Q5Tvb7Lly4G370j3tOh_-r3QIE9KT168nvceXLIDmyIJV3VQ1t8tJugvocBPpgBE1q9JOqm4_4fasZSjADSH/s200/bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073278787836530450" border="0" /> </a></i><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><i>Celebrating TRUE INDIA- INDIAN VILLAGES,</i></p><i> </i><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><i>Marutham.</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i>PS: After a very long time Photographer Marutham got time & things to click on! :D</i></p><i> </i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i> Sari – elaarukum velai neraya irukum…Paadhi <st1:country-region><st1:place>peru</st1:place></st1:country-region> padika kooda try paniruka mataanga :P Try pani padhiyavadhu padichavanga- regret paniruka matanga…Muzhusa padichavanga ineram oru smile panirupeenga! :) In any case tour epdi irundhuchunu katayum thittitu ponga comments section’la. :)</i></i></p><i><i> </i></i><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i>LOVE YOU ALL LOADS>…I will soon get back to reply to you all..untill then..<b>NANDRI-VANAKKAM-ADIOS!</b></i></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><i><b></b></i></i></p><i><i> </i></i>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com130tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-87766957669325622192007-05-25T08:26:00.000-07:002007-05-25T10:00:50.090-07:00~~~ College Crisps! ~~~ First post after the last day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHSjqUPD-Mj5kmmrqcDG4P1R-tbig2VeFDLdoyhz9X5Zu2kwZ-6M7Ff_1Tm7Mpmek50RNalfL44VtDDSoOGlfhnEgY4gRACfJZIP0k_9x81uuIQeeJh4LCgWbuhxFYUmZ2aP2/s1600-h/ht1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHSjqUPD-Mj5kmmrqcDG4P1R-tbig2VeFDLdoyhz9X5Zu2kwZ-6M7Ff_1Tm7Mpmek50RNalfL44VtDDSoOGlfhnEgY4gRACfJZIP0k_9x81uuIQeeJh4LCgWbuhxFYUmZ2aP2/s200/ht1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068526082755252594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >OUT OF SYLLABUS – Oops!! OUT OF COLLEGE …..</span> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal">Otepi tioidgj dfgklhf jahg uopgkvbfdkb</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br /><i>Muzhikadheenga :D </i></p><p class="MsoNormal">NOT MY PASSWORD :P<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Am really finding it very difficult to pen my thoughts this time…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">First post as an ALUMNI ! No more a (final year) student…..</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b> Before I start – I first want to apologize to all my beloved blog friends for not being regular here & to their page - or should I say not being present at all in the blog world since my last post… You may get a picture for why I dnt after reading the post.</b></p><b> </b><p class="MsoNormal"><b>I shall be regular from now on… :) SO SMILE! ACCEPT MY APOLOGY… Now read on…. </b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Maruthu is out of college now! But am not out of sense ;) Do not worry- READ ON! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">This may be longer a post, but I ain’t gonna cut it short- infact PREPARE TO FACE IT… :P Am gonna write even longer posts under this thread – COLLEGE CRISPS! ;) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I DO know my loving friends would get back here to check them :D.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Hm… Enna solrahdu enga aramikradhu :) Hm… (UNMAYAVEY <st1:country-region><st1:place>PERU</st1:place></st1:country-region> MOOCHU VITU ARAMIKREN! ) </i>College life – damn! I still cannot believe that 4 years have run so fast & am no more a student.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Vaazhkai muzhuvadhum padika vendiyadhu<span style=""> </span>iruku ;) adhil maarudhal edhuvum illai..But still- oru campus life for the first time- in some place like our wonderful university – chancey illa…it was such a lovely experience!! </i>. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Sometime back Barbi tagged me on – sickest things in your college or it was college sucks-justify with 10 reasons.. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I really could not think of much that made me reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaly hate my college!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">MY COLLEGE was simply amazing..it still is! Ofcourse every institution has its flaws. <i>VERUKKUM alavuku EN KALOORIYIL EDHUVUM ILLAI :) but pidikadha sila vishayangal irundhuchu. </i>Few were individual’s mistake & I wouldn’t blame the institution for that. NEVER! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6-7u6E-braEWC5HxolxTfIRH8kzakwni0IH1C54ziKqugSgBraBnEOmMjq__9c4JF5Z1qkX77H5kmbVah8obFx5s2SzLs7qIYLLUNCG5vTl8weNFFAReK5LCBvv7vJ1OwRqi/s1600-h/BC.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6-7u6E-braEWC5HxolxTfIRH8kzakwni0IH1C54ziKqugSgBraBnEOmMjq__9c4JF5Z1qkX77H5kmbVah8obFx5s2SzLs7qIYLLUNCG5vTl8weNFFAReK5LCBvv7vJ1OwRqi/s200/BC.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068540870327652802" border="0" /></a>Hm… I am a person who hates CRYING… and I HATE MYSELF IF I HAPPEN TO CRY IN PUBLIC PLACE. I hate expressing emotions in public places. But the ME who hates this- have cried few number of times in campus during the last semester- simply because I knew that I was going to leave this awesome place for good. When a friend of mine asked – you are so emotional for the first time…what are you gonna miss about the college? I dnt have a list – or even an answer …. I WOULD BE MISSING MY COLLEGE & MY DAYS HERE- SIMPLY THE PAST!(Past itself tells me there is no point in brooding about it, but still I cannot stop. I do know its over..but cannot stop wondering why- for what it is/was.)<span style=""> </span>- that includes the friends, good times- bad times, Lab sessions, Lectures, Lecturers, Corridors, long walks in our campus road, <span style=""> </span>Cycle tests, Culturals, CompetitionsMessages from friends, Study updates thro SMS, Pranks in SMS, Break time,<span style=""> </span>Lunch hour walks, Watching the ducks in the lawn, Sitting in the lawn & chatting with friends, BLUE CHAIR, Water splashing in the lawn, Running across without getting wet, Pushing friends, Teasing, Joking, Grudges, Giggles, Embarrassments, Smiles, Tears, Irritations, Betrayals, Achievements , Encouragements, Adventures, Moments that made me proud, Moments that put me off, ONLY TIME I CRIED UNCONTROLLABLY FOR A VERY SILLY ISSUE - and that same day I hated myself for being so – and to learn the next day that things were not the way it seemed to be but only that I was a little too sensitive. The day something sparkling happened , The day something intolerable happened, Canteen, Canteen food, The stalls, Juice shop, Guy @ the juice shop who always was a little toooo generous- friend who keeps teasing me for that, Times we studied sitting together, times we sat together spoke no words( GIRLS!! GIRLS…), Times you had to say NO, Times that made you realize you are no more a kid, People who reminded you aren’t a kid, ……………. This BLOG Is not enough to tell my past – is it?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSeSWd0wLaK7EdiLV9fEBxOK0-RGV108CUJrpdQqaSTSn26NQt52aXNkl8FXiPXVnuLhf6J0fz3N6JrcF1FLEuEqrwcdLSRvaWEwug0GII281OXpkQ5fcR3SE7qIPPizwxMqX/s1600-h/mb1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSeSWd0wLaK7EdiLV9fEBxOK0-RGV108CUJrpdQqaSTSn26NQt52aXNkl8FXiPXVnuLhf6J0fz3N6JrcF1FLEuEqrwcdLSRvaWEwug0GII281OXpkQ5fcR3SE7qIPPizwxMqX/s200/mb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068537490188390818" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I can keep writing pages about this… For this post I share what happened during my last day of exam- the last exam that was on 11<sup>th</sup> of this month. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Trust me! This time I was NOT ABLE TO READ AT ALL!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And whats worse- as a ritual for the final semester students they NEVER TOOK ANY CLASS! We were let free & that I did not like for I always loved the class room lectures. And taking notes….TALK TO ME! I loved it & I loved reading with my hand written running notes. Infact, I hardly used the notes that were distributed. For there is nothing better than hearing it from the horse’s mouth or reading from my running notes ! ;) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes my bench mate used to tease me..” Maruthu !!– write that too.. she just said – I come from chrompet :P !! “</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2NsyEdNQFfu0msCO6SRkOtLGvMrdsVHZ15K_3yLYFhmXms7m36_cdJIR_8ivV2gAErDkzMDR0YODmxxh2CcJDlzn_JPxhbV92wOHSEGjaiEF6YnREe96obaKN_4GWtxP18oM/s1600-h/Ln1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2NsyEdNQFfu0msCO6SRkOtLGvMrdsVHZ15K_3yLYFhmXms7m36_cdJIR_8ivV2gAErDkzMDR0YODmxxh2CcJDlzn_JPxhbV92wOHSEGjaiEF6YnREe96obaKN_4GWtxP18oM/s200/Ln1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068538860282958258" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And at that moment I least expected a joke – so I burst out laughing –really loud & the whole class started staring at us – for I never engaged in anything that would irritate the staff :) But, during the final year things changed. Ooooooopss…. Where were we!! Yeah the exams…. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So I could hardly concentrate & read for the exams. And on last day – while we were all sitting together & reading(Trying to), my friends went pranking<span style=""> </span>& teasing as ALWAYS! And this day I really wasn’t looking into my books- FOR THE FIRST TIME! I WAS DISTRACTED BEFORE THE EXAM. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And the same bully buddy said “Is this our sweet<span style=""> </span>heart who keeps reminding us – EXAMS!!! NOW READ! ENOUGH OF THE JOKES!! You are not looking into your book sweety!!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: “ Yeah ! I know… :) Whats the big deal..i wasn’t able to look into any of the books this semester exam.<span style=""> </span>And today am not even gonna try! GO on… ”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her:” Areyy…. Why sweety? Are you alright? “</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me: “ Am fine..just trying to be the way you all always wanted me to be… JOIN IN THE FUN! Especially BEFORE THE EXAMS!! Isn’t that what you always say dee?? “ </p> <p class="MsoNormal">THEM: “ :O :O :O :O :O….”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her:” Some one seems like she is already into the blues!! “</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And she came closer to me – sat next to me put her hands around my shoulders and said<span style=""> </span>“ I want you to be the same way – NOW GET BACK TO <st1:city><st1:place>READING</st1:place></st1:city>. It looks odd to see you this way…. Dnt be different & remind me this is the last time we sit together for an EXAM!! Am trying to forget the fact ….(I interrupted)”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ME: SHUT UP IDIOT! Now do u want me start crying…You have said enough to remind me…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ALL OF US WENT QUIET….<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RlsLDXvv0CRJB69JQinvObIEG0rYhgc4FmzBbA5vomHAKgQi2H-dvs29wZTgQNROxUA_DOhZKpQberuGSC5HUDVFgBGx5sUzgThckCzj38Y91rcNqleyoeZa6bd-5l-qmVSy/s1600-h/Cul.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RlsLDXvv0CRJB69JQinvObIEG0rYhgc4FmzBbA5vomHAKgQi2H-dvs29wZTgQNROxUA_DOhZKpQberuGSC5HUDVFgBGx5sUzgThckCzj38Y91rcNqleyoeZa6bd-5l-qmVSy/s200/Cul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068542313436664274" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And yes we entered the exam halls – each of us were in different rooms. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The moment I got the question paper – i was still not out of the talk we just had few minutes back… and what ever I did – from shading my reg.numebr – “THE VERY<span style=""> </span>LAST TIME AM GONNA SHADE THESE NUMBERS”….</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I went writing. ( The fact is that this time :P I fell really sick during my semester exams – haahaa! After a very long time…) Now I was fully focused in writing my answers & I did write them fully focused. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Last 10 minutes- and the warning bell went… TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hmm……. Last paper- Last few lines- Last few words….</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And haha – the last 10 minutes I took extra care to finish writing my last paper in the <st1:street><st1:address>BEST WAY</st1:address></st1:street> I could!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I started hearing the usual routine – huraaaaaaaaaaaaay….. Haaaa hoooooo </p> <p class="MsoNormal">and<span style=""> </span>the celebrations.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Every semester during the last exam when I hear this…I used to think </p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Whats the big deal- probably a month or two :P then we would be back…idhukku indha amakalama!!hm……”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And this time too I thought the same…& BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGGGGGGGGG!!!<span style=""> </span>No not this time!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvVFdlA30VIyjxMddirjVPHfdNc_Nu3BlzDMjQD_q_vXlz2KK7EO-rMwT9DTxMS91pSE_v8wrmbcqQTWyPqe5wTyG3WWS94qEgO7h1p93Yg06sz3fWNpjvnoSeGRX48EFxRdie/s1600-h/Ovr+vw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvVFdlA30VIyjxMddirjVPHfdNc_Nu3BlzDMjQD_q_vXlz2KK7EO-rMwT9DTxMS91pSE_v8wrmbcqQTWyPqe5wTyG3WWS94qEgO7h1p93Yg06sz3fWNpjvnoSeGRX48EFxRdie/s200/Ovr+vw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068544095848092130" border="0" /></a><br />And I came out of the hall with thoughts filled in my head. Not about the paper I wrote….. and the whole time until I reached the ground floor & met my friends – it was a very terrible experience for me..<span style=""> </span>And when I saw the faces - :) I did not want to cry & upset the rest…..</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We stood here N there …</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Spoke anything & everything & when I reached the BAG counter - :O MY HALL TICKET WAS MISSING FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME. I remember having taken<span style=""> </span>it with me & I had it even when we came walking to the bag deposit room. But where did it go??????? :O I have my photograph affixed in it & that freaked me out. I wanted it BACK!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Irukradhula pathadhunu idhu veraya?? (When I think of it now- all I could do is LAUGH!! Never in the 8 semesters have I dropped anything this way- or I never was so pre-occupied!<span style=""> </span>)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But I was so preoccupied that I dint realize that<span style=""> </span>I have dropped it somewhere while walking towards the bag deposit room ….</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then googly….We went in search of the the hall ticket – to all the places we have been through… WOW! IT WAS FUN SEARCHING!! :D </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />Then we went to canteen – sat there – For the first time – None of us was in a state to drink or eat anything… We started talking about the times we first came there…Getting ragged – funny incidents that happened there- The time I yelled at the MOTTA BOSS with out realizing am being LOUD – LOL!! That was one funny incident- will tell you about it later :) ….TOOOOOOOOOO MANY TO WRITE….</p> <p class="MsoNormal">TOO MANY TO<span style=""> </span>SHARE – TOO MANY TO TALK ABOUT…… </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then we went near placement office…Stood there for a while- MOKKAFYING :P Then near the gate…ERR………………..</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We went chatting all the time till appa reached the College.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Apram enna ……. That day Car’la varapo – Maruthu had wet eyes…</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was the day Our CM_ Thiru . MK’s function was going to take place & Guess hwat- TRAFFIC JAM – Our car dnt move from SRM gate for more than 10 minutes…while the vehicles were snailing through..and adjascent to our car stood the COLLEGE BUS- </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was sitting in the front seat – and I felt like the bus telling me <i>Kadasila enna marandhutiyee…</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">DAMN!! How did we not go to the place where the buses were standing ? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And it aint moving- it was by my side- staring at us! :) I felt like getting down & giving the bus a big HUG :( …..But NOPE…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And it was a funny drive back home…. Snailed through the highways- our car & college bus side by side </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Untill we reached home that day – Tears went rolling down..every spot reminded me about something- Something that had happened- About something we had spoken… during the Bus drive with bus mates….</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhStCI6ffkrQbXNpGY7B5-Vteh8NdS2O6bYa54QjOrR_ZLueRVsIw0YrmHWLGPh6zHb6ZPwKkNnCKXnfDMDd5GkCF_Cb-toEJYVoXEbvoDwSJFnKw9jC5c-vthkEcK6z74QivUe/s1600-h/Bus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhStCI6ffkrQbXNpGY7B5-Vteh8NdS2O6bYa54QjOrR_ZLueRVsIw0YrmHWLGPh6zHb6ZPwKkNnCKXnfDMDd5GkCF_Cb-toEJYVoXEbvoDwSJFnKw9jC5c-vthkEcK6z74QivUe/s200/Bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068526701230543234" border="0" /></a> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">PHEW!!!! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I will give it a pause here…. For the COLLEGE CRISPS….</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">To be continued…….</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I HAVE POSTED THE REMIX OF THE HUMMING – KHNH ….. Do tell me if you like the remix ;)</p><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5371038&q=lo" target="">REMIX-KHNH~ Dialup plz!</a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5371038&q=hi%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20" target="">REMIX-KHNH~ BB plz!</a>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com91tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-19521364338890703162007-05-01T10:44:00.000-07:002007-05-05T00:51:50.242-07:00Oh dear!! I wonder what is happening .....<span style="font-weight: bold;">TAMIL:</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5296916&q=lo" target="">Sahara-Few lines~ Dialup plz!</a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5296916&q=hi" target="">Sahara-Few lines~ BB plz!</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MY FIRST POST -A HINDI SONG! </span><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5297033&q=lo" target="">Jadhu hey..~ Dial up plz!</a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5297033&q=hi" target="">Jadhu hey..~ BB plz!</a><br /><br />Dear friends ,<br />I was planning to put a new post under the thread COLLEGE CRISPS...But DAMN...I am really not able to type anything- this thought is making me sulk .... And for the past few days - friends & some talks had been making me miss college already. While having tea-chit chat one close friend & who keeps pranking all the time said <i>" Unaku avlo dhaan SRM kooda- innum few days'la they will grab ur ID CARD - Library poi book elaam edukalaamnu plan podadhey- like other sem holidays. Oru book'um thara mataanga....Ini nee yaro - naanga yaro apdinu librarian solliduvaanga :P Canteen'ku ponanaa may be pazhaguna mugamnu they will give you what you want. APram epavum ninu peraaku p[aapiyey - those Duckings near the lawn. Adhu kooda unna paathu BAAKK BAAKK'nu elaam kathaadhu. They would tell between themseleves.."She doesn't belong here anymore- march on duckies'nu.........." </i><br />Before he could finish his sentence i had tears roll down my cheeks. DAMN!!! Am i actually crying or is it one of my wierdo fact- crying because am angry-annoyed... I really donno!<br />He was shocked to see this & trying consoling. Leave that...<br />I tried to sit to write a post & as my thought waves started propagating...DAMN! Same again.. So i decided to put aside the thread<br />"College crips" <b> for a few days - untill my semester exams are over....</b> So here i post 2 songs that Harish & Gopalan had made efforts ( real lot ~ sent me - lyrics - song - ...) and made me do it.<br />Hope you enjoy listening.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >PS: The hindhi song is the second song i have tried<i> (First hindhi song i have tried is yet to be posted :) will do it soon...)</i> to sing. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >So those who know hindhi <b> Mujhe Maaf karo ji :D </b> And those who doesn't <b> Enjoy listening<br /><br />Until this :Last night!<br /></b></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyjhKCOlRjm-c8ebqNAT1_GsON2CjJHrkRD7keDSanLAh77c_wJ-YrOy6MH29Z4rJsB_eFLx2GwVYDjriac8amQ-KszMqqJZvQpFY66X6M0u51TXGAKAnf-ML75OyKdBVStb3/s1600-h/cute-wallpapers4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyjhKCOlRjm-c8ebqNAT1_GsON2CjJHrkRD7keDSanLAh77c_wJ-YrOy6MH29Z4rJsB_eFLx2GwVYDjriac8amQ-KszMqqJZvQpFY66X6M0u51TXGAKAnf-ML75OyKdBVStb3/s400/cute-wallpapers4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059861476270398466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><b>Update: (Today afternoon!)Just few minutes back myself & my best buddies went to collect our hall tickets(For the last time- so we planned & went to get it together). We had some formalities like clearing the account in library - DTP section - Image SRM etc,. .) While we were doing this - the library guy asked 2 of us to submit our merit card which we had forgotten to take today. This guy joked saying " apdina ungala SRM vittu veliya vida matom" and it put a big smile on 2 of our faces. And after that we had some funda' in the library - which i would later post as a new post. Finally after all the googly -- i was there standing & staring at the monitor a little bit emotional ready to burst into tears- because my friend said " No more books for us from these shelves sweetu!". While my mind was thinking something else - eyes staring at the monitor - the dispaly showed " NO DUES! Thank you!"<br />Then the library guy clicked this strange button in the system & it FLASHED-----<br /></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">" DELETE MARUTHA>.....ACCOUNT?"<br />And i was SHOCKED & pulled myself back to reality.... :O<br />.....He looked at me and asked with a smile " YES?"<br />I blinked~~ "BLINK BLINK!!" He smiled and said - :) its time you move on... and clicked YES! With a big smile he returned my ID CARD saying "All the very best!"<br />i was still not out of the shock that the same system - which everytime gave me list of the books i lend- reminded the due dates- cleared a book- issued me a book - that recorded the name of the books i lend for semester holidays to kill the time- has now booted me out of its records!!!<br /><br />DELETE ACCOUNT?- YES<br />DELET ACCOUNT?? -YES<br />YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! - am almost out of this place.<br />And before we all left the library - the security who sits there - is a good friend for the 2 of us asked " Ini inga vara mateengala? Ungala pakradhu idhu dhan kadasi thadavaya? All the best ma! :) "<br />.......................................................................................<br />#@#$#@%@#!%%#!^#$@$######%$*&%$*^*<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">PS: In case you forget... :P<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">TAMIL:</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5296916&q=lo" target="">Sahara-Few lines~ Dialup !</a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5296916&q=hi" target="">Sahara-Few lines~ BB !</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MY FIRST POST -A HINDI SONG! </span><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5297033&q=lo" target="">Jadhu hey..~ Dial up !</a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=5297033&q=hi" target="">Jadhu hey..~ BB !</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><b> </b></span>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com101tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18199318.post-61309718962079595522007-04-22T13:11:00.001-07:002007-04-22T14:07:32.783-07:00Marriages ! ~ Wedding bells !<p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">WEDDING BELLS!!<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Wishing </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Ash-Abhishek </b></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">a very happy married life!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Also our friend ramya will be getting married today - 23rd,which also happens to be amma appa's wedding anniversary! :) Wishing you a happy married life ramya! :)<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Amma appa - i will wish them straight! ;)<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">This post is about marriages & <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">do not be fooled</span> that it may be about the celebrity wedding! :)<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Marriage – hm…. Is it all about just getting committed to someone for the rest of your life(probably at least a greater part of your life ) </p> <p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">ADHUKU MUNAADI !!! :)<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="font-style: italic;">Disclaimer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> Am writing this post – just like that and nothing personal. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Inga yaravadhu unaku kalyanama, Karumaadhiyanu aramichudadheenga please !!!;) </span>Answer is</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> no :) ! This is just an observation & something that had been of a great surprise, amusement & astonishment to me. Marriages – its success & failure.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RivIT5ABMoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sXZ8E_N_Smc/s1600-h/73347978.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RivIT5ABMoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sXZ8E_N_Smc/s200/73347978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056355250697482882" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal">These days some of the marriages FAIL – MISERABLY! The hard truth is that – they fail for no real good valid reason - but it fails because people fail to understand! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The number of divorce applications has increased greatly in the recent years.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Do not worry – this is not gonna be a brag, when you leave this page today – you will go in one piece :D I had been thinking & here are some of that ...<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Wild thoughts:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">#*</span>Marriages are made in heaven!!<br />Some people are so talented that they make hell out of it ;) </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">#*</span>Sometimes people say <span style=""> </span>– “ They are both made for each other”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">An incomplete sentence it is, <span style=""> </span>I would say :P –“ They are made for each other to ……?“</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Only they know! Be optimistic ;) and fill-in! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yeah ,call me wicked!! :P But hey – unmai kasakumaam! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ok jokes apart :) – Now coming to the serious question. Why do some marriages fail so MISERABLY?<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">#Well, in our Indian culture- we follow the custom to get married only once. I have no complains about that :D. So marriages are really serious here! Most of the time, in the excitement – what people forget is, you are actually committing the rest of the life to this person. Things that generally blinds-out this fact are – the expectations & attitude with which people look at marriages. I do not say – DO NOT EXPECT. Practically, no one would agree with me even if I say so. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">#*</span>You may look at marriage with lot of expectations – but do not fail to remember that the other person is also getting married for the first time :P with similar expectations in his/her mind!<br /><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">#Before you expect something – in marriage it is always better to understand & do what the other person would expect from you. This way if both of them act – there would not be any issues at all. Do not give me individual’s right -crap.<span style=""> </span>Sometimes you have to lose something in the process of gaining something else!!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#*Things one can afford to lose to make a marriage successful</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">-EGO,Abhorrence,Anger,Jealous,Pessimism,Doubt,<b>Definitely not YOU!!</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">#*Things that do not deserve to be lost in the process</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">-Self respect,Patience,Loved ones, Friends & family,Your goal in life,Dignity,Optimism,Trust</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </p><p class="MsoNormal">And understanding couples always make marriages successful & thus making the loved one’s happy too…. spreading the happy wave around, it would propagate like a ripple. So will the worry wave propagate if the couple do not understand the responsibility. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">People need to understand each other & also the society! Family is the smaller part of the society.Society is the larger Family. They may appear different – but on keen observation they become one & the same at some point. Hence one may not neglect the importance of marriage. There is no happiness without acceptance, tolerance, understanding & adjustment in any family! Marriage is no joke – they are very demanding & if people do not realize the responsibility that the society has bestowed upon them – no marriage would be successful for ever! Also it is not just about 2 individuals – but it spreads like a wave influencing many loved one’s- friends & family! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There are different ways in which marriages influence the society – or at least the concerned families. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">~~One, where people make their marriage successful, of course with a considerable struggle & also make their loved ones happy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">~~Other kind – where they do not care about anyone & also each other – become a big head ache for all! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">~~The third kind – where they do not bother about anyone else but only themselves. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">~~Many more…. Many many more…<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">While these things keep be in one side we may have a new wing to discuss on – Arranged VS Love marriages!Am very consciously not getting deep into this topic....but an overview is...<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Not all love marriages fail – not all arranged marriage succeed. According to me – it doesn’t even matter which category it falls in- as long as the couple understands each other & respects each other & their families. If this fact is neglected – marriages are not marriages but simply a ceremonial start for cheating the larger group- Society! Do not tell me you do not live for the society – You have to live in ONE! SO it is better to show some respect for the rituals that are followed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes what really makes me laugh at is, in the case of love marriages/arranged marriages – some people who are not marriage-product get married & make each others life hell and sometimes they go to the extent of spoiling the loved one’s peace too, while some others who are so dedicated & respects each other and the loved ones - do not get married so easily. They have too many hurdles & sometimes they remain single for really long time. I only wish that – the later category’s patience is not checked upon! :)<br />Some people who get married with not much struggle fail to understand – what these people go through & they also fail to value people! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Things you get easily are not valued much sometimes – so true!!<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Having seen few very dedicated souls being denied permission from parents/relatives to tie the knot – it really is sad to see!<br />After all life is to be happy & make others happy! Hope every person understands this! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I put a pause to this discussion here & continue on this later. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><!--[endif]--></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">TO SHARE!! <o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Okay- here is something interesting that<span style=""> </span>happened last week. Me & my Sister were traveling back home in train. At that time one of the known girl came towards us & interrupted our busy chat 7 asked “ May I sit here & join the great sisters?” <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We both in unison said “ Please!! :) …..”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And we three got into some discussion… and it went on & on & on…..<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And finally she threw this question “ Are you both gonna get married to brothers?” <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">LOL!!!<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This is the umpteenth person asking us this question….<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But I gave her this answer “ Marriage? LOL!! So are you planning to get married real soon … why did you shoot us with this question? ;) <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her: “ No yaar ! Marriage definitely no.... I don’t want to get married.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me <i>(thinking-<span style=""> </span>Finally I get to see someone with like thoughts …..hm… Keenly observing her answer…but suddenly my sister shoots this question.)</i><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sis: Are you not interested in getting into any commitment with any guy or marriage? <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me:<i>(DUH!! What dumb question is she asking... wanted to give my sis an electric current …. Because are they not synonymous when it comes to a relationship between a guy & a girl –getting married AND/OR getting commited. But boom!! The other girl froze me with her answer….) </i><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her: No yaar. Marriage is BIG BORE! <span style=""> </span>I love to have relationship – but marriage is kind of boring.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me:<i> ( :O WHAT THE #@$%!! ???!!!!<span style=""> </span>And I looked at my sis in astonishment. What is this girl talking…?? And then she puked some sick things which I feel are atrocious & would prefer not to discuss about in a public forum – preaching wrong, never! <span style=""> </span>Then we kind of ended the conversation in total disagreement. And she finally gave a sort of yes answer – to getting married- it went like… )</i><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sis:<i>She gave me the smile that read- “I toldyaaaaa….!! See, it was not a dumb question. The right question to the right person!” :P )</i><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her: Hm…okai. I may get married to a guy & it sure would not be any of the maami’s son or of any maami’s in my moms friends circle! It would be from shaadi.com or other such links where you find the type of person – preferably NRI , <span style=""> </span>I may live with for some time…<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me:<i> Sometime?? Oh dear!! You better remain single & continue your DD style Dating& Dumping….than ruin someone else’s life!!I spoke..)</i> Poor guy! You better rethink about getting married !! ;) <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sis & Me <i>(We deliberately moved onto to a different topic & then soon we departed.)</i><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">OOFFF!! So this is the idea some people have in mind about marriage..??!!! CRAP!! <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And OH GOD! PLEASE<span style=""> </span>SAVE THOSE NRI’S!!! ;) <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>More on this topic later – (NO…not the girl :P –TOPIC- Marriages!! )<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><u>A little thought:</u></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><u> </u></span> </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RivKfZABMpI/AAAAAAAAACA/8Tipcu7oXfY/s1600-h/73152004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jtD0OwDdkCs/RivKfZABMpI/AAAAAAAAACA/8Tipcu7oXfY/s200/73152004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056357647289234066" border="0" /></a>If you & your spouse are in conflict about anything, the following guidelines may help <o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>#Identify the problem from both perspectives with mutual respect for those perspectives.<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"># Brainstorm with abandon - give your creativity a chance to discover solutions that would make you both happy. Jot down ideas as you think of them throughout the day.<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"># Choose the solution that meets the conditions of the Policy of Joint Agreement best - mutual and enthusiastic agreement.<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"># Whenever a conflict arises keep in mind the importance of finding a solution that will deposit as many love units as possible, while avoiding withdrawals. And be sure that the <b>way</b> you find that solution also deposits love units and avoids withdrawals.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal">I shall return soon .....</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal">~Maruthu.<br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p>Maruthamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00958040977018349381noreply@blogger.com117